The orc god Kau is bloodthirsty and cruel, because he has a hateful relationship with the elven god Angelis, his favorite sacrifice is the elves, but if not, he doesn't mind humans, dwarves, giants or orcs, interestingly, as such an evil and tyrannical god, he cherishes his life very much, if it is not for enough temptation, he will never let his incarnation or sage appear on the main material plane. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

His presence threw the whole situation into chaos at once, and Gredi, who was no longer bound by the net, spread his wings, and its dragon fire swept along the ground, and the light of the fire suddenly illuminated every being, and their faces were filled with mad thirst, even if the dragon fire scorched their bodies, it did not make them flinch for half a minute. The Sage of Musk, the god of thieves, grabbed the rune disk first, but Gredi's dragon fire scorched her flesh and skin, and the muscles that had shrunk in the blazing flames lost their original strength, and the Sage of the orc god Kaulux stretched out his fist and smashed the withered arm with one punch, and the arm fell to the ground. The rune disk has been gently picked up by a slender toe, it flies, seemingly slow but fast enough that no one can stop it from falling into the intact hand of the female thief, the whole movement is graceful like a dance, and after grabbing the rune for the second time, the sage of the god of thieves Musk, a female thief, immediately disappeared into the shadows everywhere.

The Sage of the Orc God Kauluxe and Greti roared angrily at the same time, and at this moment, the faint but piercing morning light poured down like a sword, and the Sage of the God of Thieves, Musk, suddenly lost his place of support. If that wasn't the worst, then to her horror, her arm was simultaneously grasped by a hand emaciated enough to see the joints, which belonged to the Sage of Ciric, the god of conspiracy and strife, who shrank and snatched the charred arm, but before the Sage of Musk could show a look of grief, a long arrow of the purest light whizzed and pierced through the hand of the Sage of Sage, connecting the Sage of Sage, the Sage of Sage, and the hand that had always held the rune disk。

The tall orc thought he had a chance he didn't get the best, but just as he was running to snatch the treasure before the Lord of Dawn, a silver, rune-covered hammer stood in front of him, "Come!" the older paladin cried, "Fight me, filthy orc!" Just as Rosada, the god of dawn, and Shirek, the god of strife, Kauha, the god of orcs, and Tyre, the god of justice, were also enemies, and they fought together. By this time, Shirek had once again transformed into a worm, freeing himself from Rosada's light arrows, and some of the worms had burrowed into the blackened arm of the Sage of Marsk, gnawing at the remaining bones and meridians so that the rune disc could fall out of the five tough, steel-like fingers.

If there was a god who could have the name of a righteous Assassin, at least one of them belonged to Ilmod, his Sage, a priest of Ilmot, plainly dressed and with a pair of sharp eyes, who sent himself into the air with a light leap, and then the outstretched short spear coiled the rune to the tip of the spear like a baby, and it even spun slightly, and as he reached out to receive the precious bequest, a cold dagger pierced his back— At the last moment, Ilmot's Sage turned to the left, and instead of piercing his heart, the dagger stabbed him in the ribs, but that didn't mean he was out of the way - the dagger was draining Ilmot's power.

The Sage of Ilmot fell rapidly, the shadow behind him like a maggot on the tarsal bones, and his full chest crushed his body like a rock—the Sage of Ilmot screamed, throwing the rune disk into the distance.

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"Don't tell me, that's what you want to see. Mitkot said with a gloomy expression, but he didn't look as calm as his tone, and even a little embarrassed, and the entire space was almost swallowed up by the shadow plane - maybe this was a good thing, because the battle of several sages and the ancient red dragon had completely collapsed the mountains, but in the shadow plane, most of what you saw, heard, smelled, and touched was a projection of the main material plane, which gave the dragonborn a little respite, but they didn't know where to go- Especially after a few reckless guys were suddenly split into countless pieces after touching lines, faces, or cubes (I don't know what they were).

Although the shadow plane encroached on this space, Io's remaining protection still prevented it from completely occupying the place, and the dragonborns quickly found a way to identify them - where Io's last power was protected, everything still retained its brilliant colors, not as bleak as the shadow plane, no matter what, but these places, unfortunately, are mostly battlefields.

"I just want to protect myself. The otherworldly soul glanced at Mitkot: "Maybe you." ”

The latter sentence was disgusting to Mitkot, and he was sure the other Dragonborns would think the same way: "Have you ever thought about ......?"

"What?" the otherworldly soul held out its fingers and flicked away two Shadow Hounds who wanted to take advantage of the fire.

"If our mother, Venerable Gredi, can be victorious......" Mitkot glanced nervously at the center of the chaos, "or, even if she didn't win, she still managed to escape, have you ever thought about how painful and long the punishment your betrayal will bring you?"

"Leaving aside whether she can escape or win," the otherworldly soul glanced at the body's brother curiously, "Do you think you can gain anything from this? We were gathered to serve as sacrifices, and she did whatever it took to do so, dear Mitkot, even the remaining red dragon has become a consumable, how do you think she can cherish you? Or do you really want to run to Gredi's kingdom and sing carols for her day and night?" The souls of the other world don't believe it, Gredi's rule is based on force and blood, how can the dragonborns with the blood of the red dragon in their bodies have true loyalty and piety? Well, maybe there is, but it must be a genetic mutation, like Ostal, but even so, he has his own mind, see, whatever the reason, he didn't obey Gredi's call.

Mitkot didn't answer, in fact, he had already sensed that the ancient red dragon Gredy might have stood at the pinnacle of the main material plane, but when she faced the true gods, she was only a strong weakling, and her strength could only guarantee her escape- If she could have given up the rune disk and evacuated here at the beginning, but she didn't, her name became the best description of her, she lost the prudence and cunning she should have as a red dragon, and instead like a stupid goose, she could only see the little food in front of her, and ignored the blade hidden in the darkness.

If the good gods are victorious, whether it is Rosada - His temple had been burned down by Gredy's priests, and his priests had been ruthlessly hunted down and banished, not to mention that the contamination of Rosada's holy water was still inextricably linked to Gredi, who had remained silent only because he had been fighting with Syric, the god of conspiracy and strife, and Tyre, although Gredi had carefully avoided the temple and sanctuary of the god of justice and justice, but by his very nature, Tyre would never want such an evil being to become an associate, not to mention the accident between Birdwin Donkray and the Norman King of the Highlands, the ancient red dragon was to blame, and as for IlmotThe old god of jealousy had already made his own choice - Gredy still bears the scars he left behind.

As for the three evil gods, sorry, they are definitely not contract-abiding and compassionate idiots (as far as they know), they are like vultures who will throw a grand feast on any pile of rotten and stinky meat.

The problem is that there are not a few dragonborns who think like Mitkot, and they actually run to the seemingly forgotten Gredi while the Sages of several gods are fighting each other.

"How are you?" asked a warlock who had cast a spell to conceal his form, "Do you need a potion?" or healing magic?"

Gredi gasped, she was probably the first dragon to be caught up in the battle of several Sages, the blood left from her forehead, frozen on her instantaneous membrane, she blinked several times in a row before she finally saw what was in front of her, it had sadly lost a powerful front claw, the membranous wings shattered, her body was covered with wounds, the scales were gone, the flesh was rolling, and several black worms incarnated by Ciric were still tearing at it with pleasure. Gredy contracted his muscles and squeezed the black worms into powder, and their remnants were washed out of the red dragon's body by the gushing dragon blood, and the rising smoke caused several dragonborns to fall to the ground in shock.

"Come to me. She commanded.

As soon as Mitkot's body moved, he was pulled by his black-haired brother, and at the moment when the red dragon cast his eyes on them, Mitkot almost drew his long sword and cut off the hand that was being held, or it could be the hand that held him, but a strange chill made him wake up, and it was only a brief hesitation- But the red dragon didn't want to wait any longer, she calmly bit the dragonborn closest to her, swallowing him directly by the throat, and then another, the flesh and blood came from her, thick and pure, which is why they were chosen, and they are now nourishing and healing the body of the "mother".

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The battle of the Sages is at its most intense, and the creatures of the shadow plane have wisely run farther away, only the dragonborn who are trapped here, and the two unlucky red dragon brothers have to undergo a double test of psychology and physiology, they have not even seen the incarnation of the gods before, let alone the arrival of the Sage, and the most terrifying existence in their memories is the red dragon "mother" Gredi, maybe one or two more demons or demons, but if possible, they really didn't want to be honored, they were as humble as a mortal under a few great and terrible powers, or a mortal who was not strong enough.

Gredi, on the other hand, seems to have been forgotten by these irascible creatures, shrunk her body after her injuries were healed, crawling slowly on the new gravel plains, letting the dust cover her scales, searching for her rune disk, she is Io's heir, she deserves his essence to become a powerful god.

This obsession makes her even more insane, and the god of fate seems to throw the dice in favor of the red dragon......

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- Did you hear that?—asked the otherworldly spirit.

The final wail of the ancient red dragon.

It took a long time for the souls of the other world to hear a low "um".

The Lich had fantasized countless times, from being a toddler who could barely even stand, to being the best of the Warlock's Tower to kill the Mentor to retrieve the contract, and then from the fact that he had given up the flesh and blood of the living to become a pale skeleton...... He had fantasized, pondered, and planned—but when he finally waited for this end, his mood was unusually calm, as calm as seeing a bird fall into a hunter's net, or a flower withering from a branch.

- This is not the end, he said softly, not the end, my dear cohabitant.