However, this is an unkind approach, and when the priests of several gods in a row suddenly burst out of their tainted divine powers, and themselves became a passage to the abyss, Cremar's territory was actually the most peaceful - after the royal cities of Koma, Tara and Gedalia became the tables of the abyssal monsters, the surviving people scattered - there were not many places they could go, after all, in order to obtain the protection of the gods, no matter what kind of city and village there would be sanctuaries and temples. If these buildings were far away from the crowd, the people there might still have a chance to escape, but like the White Tower, the sanctuaries and temples of the good gods are almost always adjacent to or in the inner city, like a cup of poison that has been knocked over, and when the monsters pour out, people hardly have time to react.

Today, only the Dragonfire Islands, Cremar's Domain, and Grenada are still able to enjoy the peace of the past, due to the lack of priests and electorates in the first place, and the subsequent Normans of the Highlands have not been able to consider it a permanent residence, but Grenada is ironic because the previous Gredi would not have allowed any faith other than her to appear in her country...... Others, only people in extremely remote places can get a little respite.

"Did you anticipate this a long time ago?" Salier asked.

"I don't have a gift for prophecy. The spirit of the other world replied, "But I know one thing, and that is the rut of the previous car, and the lesson of the future." ”

The War of the Gods has only been a thousand years, and the dragons have left this plane for only a thousand years.

In the plane of the soul of the other world, there have also been gods and spirits that are powerful enough to turn the world upside down and change the moon and the sun, but their annihilation is only a snap of a finger relative to the time of their existence. Are they real or fake?and what has taken them away, or weakened them, and then extinct? Countless souls from other worlds have fantasized, speculated, and pondered that the souls of the other world have come here, to Grenada, and when confronted with the dragon's account, it simply cannot ignore the strong similarity—if there is any difference, perhaps it is that this plane is even more ruthless. The dragon is the original protector of mankind, the teacher, the guide, human civilization can be said to be built on the back of the dragon, but they are only a few decades from the continent to the complete disappearance, but as long as it is an ancient dragon, his age can be calculated in thousands of years, and for most of the dragon's children, they have not even had time to reach adulthood. Then there are the young dragons, who instinctively and impulsively forge relationships and conceive offspring, only to have to abandon their unhatched eggs (which is why Gredi's vaults are so rich). Although it is rumored that a new dimension awaits the dragons, with abundant resources and a vast area, it is like the joke that people say, perhaps it is because everyone thinks it is good, so no dragon has ever returned.

The dragons left behind words, knowledge, magic, wealth, laws, institutions, etc., were easily inherited by humans. Gredi is brutal and evil, but she may be right about something—humans are not slaves of dragons, on the contrary, dragons are slaves of humans.

This is related to what has happened in another plane...... How similar. Sometimes, the souls of the other world will also think that if someone travels through the astral realm and time and witnesses all this before the fall of the Great Witch and the Demon Court, they will probably have the same thoughts as it. Especially after the elves decided to withdraw from this place, although there may have been its impetus in this, but the sudden demise of the Emerald Forest seems to be more proof that the invisible hands that control everything do exist, and this is the power that Angelis, the god of life, must also keep silent - although it is sad, the souls of the other world are still happy that they can choose the right path, although it is necessarily a bit bumpy.

As if to support Cremar's conjecture, after the elves made the decision to leave, even those Eya elves who became stubborn and violent for no reason gradually came to their senses, although Kerryben and Camemar's initial methods were not rude, but compared to dying at the hands of humans like a beast without intelligence, their current ending could not be better, they were able to calm down, and Kerryben felt comforted- However, there are still some Eya elves left, and the fire of revenge burns in their hearts compared to the Singh elves who are more hopeful of being able to make a difference in the future havoc.

Grazt.

It's just that they couldn't find the footprints of this demon lord, and he seemed to have disappeared, whether it was the bottomless abyss or the main material plane...... And it's not just Grazt, Kremar has also gotten some useful news from the mouths of demons and devils after quelling the chaos in several places, and after Grazt, several Maharajas have disappeared or gone into hiding, both demons and devils, and it is not surprising that before the catastrophe comes, the keen beasts will go into hiding, and only the reckless and ignorant little things will run wildly with joy, thinking that they are about to usher in a feast of the Roshan Forest.

Oh, and maybe there's nothing wrong with saying that, but in this feast, anyone can be a guest of honor or a delicacy on a plate.

There are no exceptions.

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A group of Musk's followers sneaked through the night, because of the near collapse of the temples of Musk's natural enemies, Tyre and Rosada, their power was greatly expanded in the local area, and in the places they passed, people either fell prey to thieves or became one of them, but even if they became thieves, they were not so happy, among the thieves there was class, betrayal, conspiracy, or rather, they were more terrible than any crime that these ordinary people had heard of before, and those poor people who still had good intentions were quickly lost in the vortex of blood, but it didn't matter, now the guild was full of new bloodEither they quickly harden their hearts and join the same stream, or they follow in the footsteps of the former.

Bell is one of them, he joins the Thieves' Guild on the spur of the moment - his wife is humiliated and killed by a thief, but no one can help him except the thief - and a thief tells him that if he becomes one of them, he can slash his enemies without worrying about revenge from the guild, because one thief being killed by another thief can only say that he is too incompetent. He believed it, but soon discovered that the guild only wanted him to inherit the clever tongue and face of his father, a brilliant bard, and even his wife's affairs, which were originally their handiwork. But what can he do? his city is already under the control of the Guild, and he has parents and children.

He walked on a narrow stone bridge with people in front and behind, each with a dagger, and he had to go forward, kill those who stood in his way, and if he retreated, he would surely die, and there might be innocent among those people, but he had no choice. The problem was that as he got deeper and deeper into the guild, the more he learned about the filthy organization, the more he hated them, and he prayed in his heart that he would get an end.

The more familiar the road ahead became, the heavier Bell's heart became, and when they saw the familiar building, he almost pulled out his heart with remorse— This is the temple of the god of literature, Dinaire, who and his father have come here more than once to read the books and records for free, and where the priests are kind and tolerant, and although they are followers of the god of literature, they have never turned away the ignorant or penniless, and they can consult or read here for no charge, and they can dine with the priests, sleep together in their rooms, wrapped in blankets. Even if they are just here to seek medical treatment or beg, they will happily sing and read to everyone after they are warm.

Bell's father even became close friends with the priests here, who were not wealthy men and gave very little, but sometimes a little story that the priests had not heard was enough to make them ecstatic.

Bell trembled, and was even more horrified when he saw that the door of the temple had been opened from the inside. The man who had opened the door for them was ragged, skinny, and apparently an outcast, so the price to buy him was unusually low, just ten silver coins, enough for him to betray the priests who had taken him in to the thieves—it was the darkest time before dawn, and the most lazy time of the day, and Bell seemed to be driven by something, and he cried out as the thieves were about to cross the inner court.

A dagger stabbed Bell in the back, and the leader of the thieves looked gloomy, he knew that this fool was not to be trusted. Bell's soul immediately detached from his body, and surprisingly, the wind of mourning for the wasteland blew past them, but it failed to take Bell's soul with him- Bell was just a mortal, it was a miracle that he could hold on to not being carried away by the winds of death, his soul hovering above his body, almost forgetting everything, but his mouth was wide open, and a terrible wail came out of his invisible throat, and the priests of Musk threw magic in a rage to destroy the unwilling soul, but it was too late, the priests of Dinaire had already woken up from their sleep and began to fight the thieves who had infiltrated the room— The planned slaughter turned into an evenly matched confrontation, with the priests of Musk shouting his name and the priests of Dinaire shouting the name of Dinaire, who, though worshipping the god of literature, wielded hammers and clubs as much as a display, with injuries on both sides, but after the priests of Dinaire retreated into the inner sanctum, the situation was in a state of stalemate.

The priests of Dinaire knelt on the ground and prayed to their gods, who were weak but whose followers were undoubtedly more devout than the thieves outside, whose power descended with prayers to protect his faithful from the vicious thieves who found themselves unable to open the doors of the inner sanctum and thus their goods or torture the priests of the false gods to please Marsk, and after several hours in vain, they had to retreat in a huff. After making sure that the thieves were gone, the priests of Dinaire cheered, and they opened the door of the temple to gather the unfortunate companions, and one of the priests saw Bell's body and his wounds, and he guessed that perhaps it was this man who still had a glimmer of kindness in his heart that woke them up, and he knelt beside Bell in pity, and while praying for the dead, he took the cold hand, not noticing that the black blood had seeped into his skin—he felt an itch in his throat, and after a while, he finally coughed— The sticky filth fell onto Bell's body, and immediately stretched out six claws and crawled away as fast as he could.

At the same time, Dinair, the god of literature far away in the kingdom of God, also suddenly coughed, and insects spat out of his mouth, and in his extremely confused eyes, the insects the size of his thumb had been shattered when they fell to the ground, but after the shattering, countless insect eggs hatched in the pile of filthy flesh, and thousands of insects with six legs, two long tentacles and three tail whiskers swam quickly in all directions in the shadows like fish in a river— Dinaire cried out, his kingdom of God was like a solemn and gorgeous library, from top to bottom, from east to west, from south to north, all of which were as towering as the trees of the forest, and each book here corresponded to a famous bard or author, a new or old rhetoric, or even a complete literary system, these silverfish quickly climbed to the horizontal and vertical stands that exuded the fragrance of resin, ate the books, and gnawed on the shelves, and in the blink of an eye, Dinaire heard the sound of the bookshelf collapsing, which meant that the main material plane was completely destroyed and annihilated by a culture related to literature。