In the shadows at the goddess's feet, her eyes closed as soon as they opened, and even the most astute elect around her did not feel anything strange, and in another distant kingdom, the pale and emaciated face of the god of conspiracy, Sirek, was covered with a strange flush, his fingers scratching at the armrests of the bone seat, and the soft and slippery eyes on the armrests avoided the sharp claws of the god of conspiracy in horror— These were all things he had gouged out from the eyes of some of the humans who had humiliated them as mortals, and though most of them had only done their duty, such as the guards who had captured him and tried his archons, these reasons were completely untenable in the heart of the evil god, whose souls he imprisoned in these unshattering eyes, and every squeeze and scratch made them miserable.

"Quiet...... Quiet......" Ciric muttered, this was only the first step, although from the God of Chaos, Ahriman, he had stolen some of his divine power as unobtrusively as possible— After all, it was the kingdom of God of Afra, the descendant of his servants, but it was precisely to avoid attracting the attention of Ahriman that he did not dare to take too much, all kinds of divine powers of different natures were churning in his divine body, assimilated by his filthy divine power, and the god of conspiracy was both painful and relieved, especially when he recalled the distorted and deformed last gestures of Rosada, the god of morning light, and Tyre, the god of justice and justice— Shirek then summoned Musk, the god of thieves, and his favored elect and messengers, and told them to go to the main physical plane, so that the whispers of rats grinding their teeth would circulate in the shadows, causing people to panic, and pointing out to them the true colors of the pathetic false god priests—even if they were exposed, and when these priests and elects prayed for divine magic, they would instead open more passages to the abyss for Ahriman.

"We are about to win, our hosts...... It is the god of chaos...... Ahriman, "The world was born in chaos and will end in chaos." ”

The god of conspiracy sat on his throne, his body sometimes crumbling into countless black worms, sometimes turning into swampy mud, but in some places he always maintained his human appearance, so that he looked even more terrible than a zombie or a skeleton, although everyone bowed their heads at the bottom of the stairs, but he knew that everyone, whatever was before them, including Musk, was desperately waiting for his weakness and mistakes, there were no loyal souls here, only a pack of hyenas who never knew how to be satisfied, and he was their leader, Shirek smiled hideously under the cover of his palms, he tasted the sorrow and pain of mankind, and also tasted the frustration and anxiety of his subordinates"Go," he said, "and the world belongs to us." ”

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Wolf considers himself lucky, was, is, and probably will continue to be.

He originally had his own lord, but as the war spread, his lord died, and the new lord announced that all the previous lords would become his slaves, of course Worf knew what a slave was, he thought about it for a long time, and boldly walked towards the gloomy canyon - when they first saw the black tower standing quietly in the canyon, people were terrified, even if they didn't know that it was a lich tower, but they still knew very well what the spellcaster thought of mortals, tools, Livestock or sacrifices, powerful spellcasters can even be fearless of armies and kings. They were only peasants, but after a while, Wolf and his sons did not wait for the messenger of the caster (who demanded taxes and servants), nor did they die or fall ill suddenly, and the tower stood there like a stone, and had no effect on them.

Wolf's wife and son were adamantly opposed, but Wolff said, "I am old, and my son already has a son, perhaps," he glanced at the eldest grandson, who looked like a calf, "and they will soon have sons of their own, then," he pointed to the group of little dolls, "Are you willing? Old woman, let them be branded while they were still in infancy, and the same is true of the children they give birth to, all beings are enslaved? Do you remember how Jo died?" He died a terrible death, the slit in his neck could have been stuffed into a pot, but he had whipped two slaves alive before, and one had a child, and he hung there, from that tree, and dear, and I watched the fetus fall from between her legs to the ground, and the woman's screams still echo in my ears, so I insisted that I would not buy slaves, nor should I use them, they were human beings—but we are going to be slaves now, and our children will suffer such a sin. His words visibly made the two pregnant daughters-in-law winc.

"We can escape. His second son shouted in a low voice.

"It is useless," said Wolf's wife, "that outside the village there are knights' servants and servants, who have horses, hounds, swords and armor. And...... We don't have food. ”

"It is said that in one village someone fled, and the escapee, his relatives, and his neighbors were hanged. Their little daughter-in-law said worriedly. For a moment, there was silence in the room again: "But we ...... Even if you can find the caster, what if he wants us to be his slaves?" asked the younger son.

"If he wanted to do that, he could have done it early in the morning. Worf said that their village was far from the center of the territory, that is, the castle, and that although the land was not so barren, the production was mediocre, and the lord did not pay much attention to it, which was why the slave revolt was successful, and if the spellcaster wanted it, their lord would not refuse.

"But we have nothing to give him......" wolver's wife snorted, "and he will be willing to ...... for us," and it is said that these spellcasters are very arrogant, and even the king may not be able to hire them.

"We have no other way," said Wolf, "and let's try it." ”

In this village, Wolf, as the oldest of the few people left, naturally became the leader of the people, and the people tacitly covered for him, and when he walked out of the village alone, carrying his package, the soldiers who supervised them only glanced at him and ignored him, his wife, son, and grandson were still in the village, and an old man who was strong but had gray hair was not worthy of their attention at all.

Wolf walked towards the gorge like this, and he had a secret that he had never told anyone—that winter, when the whole family was almost dying because of a calf, the nobleman in black who had given him a gold coin with the baby was not the last time they saw each other. In fact, Wolf had seen him twice, and Wolf didn't know how he could have been so bold at the time - but he always felt that the other party didn't seem to be as irritable and evil as the legendary spellcaster, and Wolf had seen him take a nap in the sun with the child in his arms, and the vines rose from the ground and intertwined into their chairs, the ...... The look on the adult's face was so soft that Wolf didn't know if he had been discovered—he quickly walked away, not out of fear, but not wanting to disturb them.

Wolf is really a lucky man.

He wasn't a subordinate of Cremar, nor was he a man like Glenn or Kerribben who could completely ignore the damage of the Dark Jungle, ghosts, zombies, monsters, and even deformed animals and plants could take his life. Or rather, the last is the most terrible of wounds that can be inflicted in silence - the power that demons carry and exude when they roam the main material plane can cause hallucinations, arouse lust and weaken their minds - Saler is only a half-demon, but his father is the Maharaja Grazt who controls three levels, and when he can't master his power, the overflow power is enough to corrupt the surrounding trees - they become evil while they have wisdom, but luckily Wolf met Saril before he was eaten.

The venerable spellcaster granted his request as Wolf had hoped, and the village was sheltered by Cremar, and then, the nominally ownerless land, devoid of harsh taxes and heavy servitude, attracted more people—in another dimension, where people would prefer to live next to snakes and tigers because they evaded taxes, and here they would choose to hide in the shadow of an undead, even if they shivered every night.

As more and more outcasts poured into the long and barren territory, the people around Wolf began to feel uneasy, and they even formed a team to prevent others from entering Cremar's territory, but before they could succeed, they were severely stopped by Wolf, who now had extraordinary authority in the village, and in addition to the shelter he had sought for the village, there was also the fact that people privately thought that he might have become a minion of the evil mage, and even his wife did not dare to sleep next to him- Wolf didn't care, he didn't have much education, but he had a natural acuity and alertness, and unparalleled courage, and they thought they had crossed the most treacherous ravine, but Wolf felt that it was just a frost before the onset of winter. To the outsiders, he had this to say: "Since the lord has allowed them to enter here, it means that they have obtained his permission and are his people, and in this case, no one has the right to expel them." He paused for a moment, and read their thoughts from the faces of these people: "If you think that whoever arrives here first, who becomes the servant of the lord first, will be able to obtain a special status and be treated differently, then you are very wrong, our master is a powerful mage after all, they are neither keen nor good at rule, so if something goes wrong, he will not waste precious time judging you right or wrong, he will only drive us and them out together!"

Wolf's words were quickly corroborated, and some of them were expelled, and the villagers' fears that the narrow territory could not support so many people were solved with the help of the wisdom and magic of the spellcasters, as well as the Singh elves. Then, they received the news that Emperor Falun had officially conferred the title on their master. But even Worf did not realize that this news brought not only glory and benefit, but also danger, like honey wrapped in poison.

If, at first, because of the Emperor's suppression, the lords were able to tolerate the almost plundering atrocities of Cremar, then after the Emperor and his heir suddenly disappeared, and his dragon was nowhere to be found, the new Falun Empire was leaderless, and the situation that had been barely stable with the electoral system fell into chaos again, so some people did not hesitate to attack Cremar's territory.

Stupid.

They really shouldn't forget that Cremar wasn't just a spellcaster, he was once part of the royal family of Grenada, had an army of dragonborn (and still has), and his realm of Crema sank, but his power was silent, not all destroyed. Although he is good, it does not mean that he can be fooled, and although he has mercy on the civilians who are forced to take up arms, he also knows very well who should be protected by him and who should be attacked by him.

His territory was impregnable, his people lived in peace, his army was invincible, but he never occupied the territories of the Grand Dukes or kings he had defeated, he was indifferent to the narrow strip of land between the Ruby Cape and the Fortress, he never refused to be a homeless, and even if anyone tried to flee into his territory because of heavy taxes or problems like Wolf's, his army would guard the important passages, and the lords would have their lives taken by his thieves and assassins before they could hang those who wanted to escape。

Once again, Wolf proved his luck by his lords, whether they were descendants of the red dragon of Grenada, or spirits from another plane, who were accustomed to make a clear distinction between their subjects and their armies, Grenada because there were almost no civilians, and which, needless to say, were in their realm where civilians did not need to lay down their plowshares and take up flails or sticks to be sacrificed as so-called soldiers. They don't even have to pay extra taxes, as Cremar's army can reap handsome rewards from the enemy's inner curry.

However, at certain times, the black-haired master was still shunned and criticized, because he was suspected of being an unbeliever, and the rulers were almost all hypocrites or panbelievers, but he was the first person like him, who closely monitored and controlled everyone who had talents, and he would not prevent people from erecting temples and sanctuaries, but he was not allowed to fall directly in cities and villages, or in crowded places, and he did not even go to sacrifice to any of the gods. Some priests, and even the elect, came to discuss this with him, but neither the followers of the good gods, the evil gods, nor the neutral gods could make him change his mind.