It was a dead magic zone, and the lich recalled, and if it weren't for the guidance they had left behind to the descendants of the dragon Io, perhaps they wouldn't have been able to perceive the last legacy of the great being. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Io the dragon, the ancestor and deity of the dragons, has always been the most obscure, compared to his ten children (that is, the ten main gods of the dragons), his temple and priest are the fewest and he never seems to care about the number of believers, nor whether they are religious or not, and when he leaves, people are surprised to find that this deity, who should have been the most illustrious, has not left many legends and traces of him. There are two more common theories of his endgame, with humans believing that the dragon Io led all the dragons to a more magnificent and expansive plane, but the dragons believed that Io's fall was the beginning of the dragon's tragic fate of forced migration.

Gredy is of course the latter, the red dragon has always been the old guard among the dragons, yes, maybe yes, the other plane is better, more beautiful, richer, more suitable for the dragons, but why should they give up here? This is where the dragons were born and raised, they have ruled here for thousands of years, and no intelligent creature dares to raise its head under their minions, it is they who have brought these ignorant human wealth and knowledge, but now, they are going to leave their homeland because they have given way to these little bugs? It was stupid, or rather, from the beginning, from the fall of the dragon Io, a conspiracy.

And all she has to do is make this conspiracy impossible to succeed.

When the gods of the dragons reappear in the temple of the gods, the dragon will break through the confines of the so-called laws and reappear in this plane, and she will not only establish her own kingdom of gods, but also the kingdom of dragons, just as thousands of years ago, dragons are kings, masters, gods, all humans, elves, dwarves, gnomes, giants, and orcs will bow down before her idols, offer their faith and loyalty, and she will replace the useless Io as the mother of dragons.

What a ...... What a daunting thought. Sadly, it is only humans who tremble and are disturbed by this, and the gods still seem to be busy with internal strife and battles, like Rosada, the god of morning light, who regards the god of conspiracy as his lifelong enemy, the proud god who has devoted almost all his energy to fighting and fighting for him, without noticing that his obsession has become a tool for Ciric to tease and control him, and Tyre, the god of justice and justice, whom the Lich has always felt is not so much because he has an unshakable will like a mountainIt is because of his unparalleled loyalty and obedience to the gods of God, which is unmatched by other gods - in the battle of the gods thousands of years ago, the words and deeds of those gods were fortunate enough to be recorded by two people who feared that the world would not be chaotic, one was the "Ciric Sutra" written by the god of conspiracy, and the other was the "True Biography of Ciric" written by Marsk, the god of thieves, to resist the "Ciri Sutra".

Unfortunately, both of these classic masterpieces are in the collection of Eydelna, the mentor of Cremar, and with the permission of the mentor and under his supervision, the lich has read two books, the first of which can be said to be a glorified version of Ciric's autobiography, in which he becomes the son of a god and is born with noble blood, and his mother is a noble woman who has been humiliated and bullied but still beautiful, and since infancy, his wisdom and strength beyond ordinary people have begun to show themselves in front of people, and these have attracted the jealousy and slander of some villains...... Looking back now, the Lich felt a hint of familiarity for no apparent reason, well, as if on another plane, there was a protagonist of the novel who was probably the kind of person that Ciric wanted to become, the kind of person who had a common name, like ...... Long Aotian.

As for Musk's "The True Biography of Ciric", it is much more straightforward and realistic, it can be classified as "scar literature" and "marginal literature", in which Shirek is simply a prostitute and a soldier, a mongrel with no surname, and only by virtue of his insidiousness, cunning and viciousness and indispensable good luck that he has won Io's favor, but the attacks and slanders mixed in it (at least the lich feels that some places are too much) are not the focus of their attention- What else could a demigod lich care about? Of course, the one that caused all the gods to fall to the ground, had to struggle to survive in the form of a sage, and even directly or indirectly caused the terrible consequences of the demise of several gods...... Tablet of Destiny.

It is said that it is a tool used by the god Io to maintain the order of the crystal wall, representing everything in the world, although they are only three rough crystal tablets, but it is said that they are engraved with the names and priesthoods of all gods, including Io - yes, as all gods must bow down to their orders, the god of the gods with supreme power, his name is also on the Tablet of Destiny, the gods who stole the Tablet of Destiny are the strongest among the gods, what more do they want? Replacing Io as the only ruler of the Crystal Wall, of course - the ridiculous thing is that they know almost nothing about Io, except for his ability to knock all the gods down to the mortal world with a single blow.

Oh. Except, of course, for Thiel. He was ordered by Io to guard the passage back to the temple of the gods, through which no god would be able to pass until the tablet of fate was returned to its place - as a god, he was far more powerful than any of his fellow Sages, and in order to carry out this order thoroughly, Tyr even left a fatal wound on a god incarnated by the Sage.

But in fact, in this plane and elsewhere, both justice and justice are extremely subtle and multifaceted, as far as Tyre's granite head is concerned...... If he was at the mercy of the rules, like Flo, he might have been less miserable, but the problem was that as a god, he was faithful, diligent and stubborn, and it was never his choice to go with the flow. As you can imagine, he must have been in a state of distress from time to time - perhaps that's why the old guy would suddenly run into the Sea of Chaos to fight the Reaper.

It is for this reason that of the three revered gods, only Ilmod, the god of suffering, sensed the threat of Gredi, and his sage killed the ancient red dragon, postponing the visible day of collapse until seven years later, but it was finally beginning to come.

On the Black Tower, the lich overlooks the sea from the highest point, and Grenada, which is like a flower about to bloom, in the past seven years, it has exuded the most intense fragrance and revealed the most brilliant color, it can also be said that it is a never-ending moth, lying on the broken bodies of the countries it destroys, sucking day and night, until they are left with an empty shell, these nutrients are converted into gold coins, and the casting materials and slaves are poured into the body of the royal capital, making it swell like never before, The "black market" was no longer enough to satisfy the appetites of the merchants, and their tents were occupied on the outskirts of the outer city, and more recently, there had been a long stream of caravans heading for the highlands of Norman.

The Seris have a four-character proverb, "Seek the skin of a tiger", and the people of the continent will describe those who are too greedy to see danger as "trading with dragons", but there are always fools who think they will be the exception.

But perhaps Berdwin Donclay is not the only one.

"Io. The lich suddenly said, "Is it just a coincidence, or is it something else?"

The name of the god is Io, and the name of the nine-faced dragon god is also Io, the pronunciation is similar to almost the same, although the way of writing varies in various languages, but it is really just a rare accident? And as far as the priesthood is concerned, they almost all serve the role of a balancing and reconciler, and both have the peculiar title of omniscient, the temple and the priest are equal to nothing, and, while each god needs to draw strength from the faith of his followers, the god of God, Io, is the only exception, he has never shown the need for believers and elect, and his saint has never walked on the earth.

No, a swift flash of light passed through the lich's mind, and the god Io may have had a saint - he had been so bright in this plane. The former undead throbbed violently, and he almost shouted out the possibility. For the first time, he realized that he had a time when he couldn't control it, if it weren't for the fact that he had his mentor Edelle by his side...... He almost committed an irreparable mistake.

The Mentor raised a hand, "Quiet," and after seeing that his disciple had finally regained his composure, he smiled a smile that made the lich feel ashamed, and continued to stroke the sheep that he didn't know where he got it, "Quiet," he said, "It's not a big deal, my dear, although you don't like your cohabitant very much, I must say that it is sometimes much calmer than yours." ”

"It's just ignorance. Said the lich.

"Ignorance can be an irrefutable advantage once in a while," said the demigod lich, "but I thought you had been tricked a long time ago." ”

"I was looking for a thin root until I found it attached to a towering tree, and I couldn't see the end of the tree, nor the end of it. ”

"Then don't look for it, although the small grain of sand is insignificant, its small weight is also destined not to break and break in the torrent like a tree, and the only thing it needs to take care of is not to be swept up in the mud and not to be exposed to the sun. ”

The lich bowed deeply to his mentor in silence.

"By the way," said the mentor, "I would love to eat roast lamb today." He pointed to the bleating lamb, "This is it." ”

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"Where are you going?" asked McGee.

"I'm leaving. He looked a little tired, and the old man seemed to have swept over the poor dwarf overnight, carrying a small bag, heavy out-of-town boots, and a black-brown leather cloak, which the gnomes would only dress like this when they had to travel long distances: "What's the point of me staying here, the workshop is already yours, and you're going to let me be here to beat iron for you, and be laughed at by everybody? You won't be so cruel, McGee." ”

McGee was silent for a while: "Then you can come to our castle, you are my wife's father, and I can support you." ”

"But for me it was torture. Mcgee. Chang said unceremoniously: "Seriously, you are my enemy, I am also your enemy, even if my daughter becomes your wife, but from that moment on she no longer belongs to me, she is your property, and I, to become a vassal of property? This may be a new method you use to humiliate me, but I still have some feelings for my daughter, and I don't need the opportunity to throw poison into her cup." ”

"Where are you going?" said McGee, "you're a dwarf. This means that he will not enjoy sleeping in the open like the dwarves.

"A small town," said the chief, "is near the royal capital, and when I settle down, I will write to you, and since I have been in charge of this workshop for you for seven years, you ought to at least give me a little money." ”

McGee seemed to be persuaded by him, "So," he said, "may I open your bags?"

Changchang's eyes widened, as if he had no idea that he would be treated with such malice, his face turned red, and his eyes were full of tears, but at McGee's insistence, he opened the skin, and there were some Mithril and Adamantite Gold, as well as gems and gold coins, which were acceptable even if he had more savings than Changchang deserved—as he said, he had managed the workshop for seven years.

"You can go. McGee said.

As he walked past him, his back was on his back, and McGee stared at his back, which looked a little similar to his father, after all, they were once cousins, but gradually, McGee's eyebrows furrowed—the long steps were too light and fast, and he looked like he was going to run away from here......

"Wait!" McGee shouted.

The answer was a short sword with a black pattern.