A group of lichs passing by Coma sounds incredible, but there have been so many incredible things lately, such as the growing wild magic zone (where magic can get out of control and regurgitate), and the no-magic zone (where magic cannot be cast or use magic equipment scrolls, etc.), which may not be very clear to mortals, but every spellcaster, from warlock to mage, mage to priest, is worried, and some priests who are favored by the gods have vaguely sensed a hint of danger in the will of the godsThis is why the followers of the good gods will generously give aid to the nations - if the war of the gods is triggered again, then the followers of the gods will become the most important, after all, the power of the gods is now almost closely related to the purity and sufficiency of the faith, they comfort the people, guide them, and prevent them from being lost in useless wars, although they carry out the doctrine out of good intentions, and at the same time consolidate the reverence and piety that the gods they follow deserve.

And what Flo's priests have to do is to restore the prestige of their goddess who has been trampled into the mire, this task is very difficult, but the current priests of Flo are almost all from Afra's teachings, they know how to use their coquettish looks, and they also know how to wield the mace on their waists, the nominal Flo, in fact, Afra also received the power of faith they gave back to them to cast the power they needed to cast magic - Afra has never been stingy in this regard, even the original Flo has never personally participated in the battle of the gods, and Cremar has also reminded her not to face any god directly, if unfortunately it must be so, then even if it is temporary, to remain calm, to avoid the edge as much as possible, in this regard, the previous Flo gave them the only advantage- Although this willful and naïve goddess once had great divine power and illustrious priesthood, she had no intention of doing it at all, not to mention divine power and priesthood, she didn't even care very much about the kingdom of God and Godhead, and she was even more half-hearted and careless in doing things, she was more willing to linger on the bed with her admirers than fighting, and she was very confident, confident that no god would want to hurt her.

There is no doubt that this kind of depraved behavior has caused many gods to ignore and despise this goddess, and it is precisely because of this that in the chaotic time after the end of the War of the Gods, the red dragon Gredi found an opportunity to seize Flo, who dared to come to meet his lover again as a saint, and imprisoned her for hundreds of years, and in these hundreds of years, not a single god actually thought to find Fro's traces- This is true of the gods with whom she had a close past, of her chosen people and her earthly lovers, and of her so-called friend, the goddess of joy, Lierra—perhaps because Freo had robbed the goddess's chosen one (a handsome boy), and perhaps wished that the goddess of love and lust would never appear before her again.

The impression was so strong that even now that Flo was gone, and it was Afra who inherited her godhead and power, she still didn't get noticed - so did Musk, the god of thieves, who appeared as a woman in Afra's presence, taunting her father and tempting her to submit to him, but he didn't think that Afra, a weak demigod, could be a friend or foe with them, and he threatened Afra like a discarded cub— For the first time, Afra saw her mother, who ran endlessly across the mourning wasteland, hiding from demons and demons.

She was as weak and fearful as Musk had hoped, but her failure failed to arouse the suspicion of the cunning god of thieves when Musk asked her to call out to the Styx, who would have been severely tortured if it had been Gülen, but Musk seemed to have an unusual patience with the descendant of his granddaughter, who should be said to be his granddaughter. Afra was not tortured or verbally abused, and after this, Musk never seemed to speak up again.

Afra certainly knew what had made Musk change his mind—it would have been all too easy to find a priest for Shirek in this time of confusion.

While her priests were busy with the slave exchange between Tara and Gedalia, Afra had also entered the capital of Falun, the new capital, under the shadow of the Arrow Peak, the mansions were faintly formed in scale, and the triple city wall was also rising and expanding every day like a plant, as the relatives of the important ministers of the Falun Emperor, they could live in the Arrow Peak, but Cremar still politely declined the emperor's kindness, he was not those lords and lords who needed to be wooed and pleased, it didn't matter where he lived, and he didn't think that the Arrow Peak was a safe place。 Kerribben and Adel had found a suitable position for them, and Eloch wanted to leave (after all, their mission could be said to have been completed), but the problem was that Lucieu resolutely refused, and she was worried all the time, because in addition to her natural enemy Afra, there were many beautiful maidens around Kremar now, who were not unnamed maids or slaves, but female officials in the court, or more accurately, they were sent here by their father, brother and uncle, who would either become the concubines of the Emperor Falun, or would tie up the two families in the form of marriage, and of course, there were important ministers like Cremar, who were also the objects of their hunting。 Moreover, the enthusiasm of these girls may be poured out even more in the young dark-haired dragonborn, and in any case, Cremar's looks and charms have been personally certified by many of Grenada's female priests and the succubus Ferek Hill, the daughter of the Edark Lord.

But Lucieux is Eloch and Cremar, and Kerry agrees that they don't want to stay in such a strange and changeable place, and in the end they can only let Cremar come forward and let her do a task that takes a lot of time, but not so dangerous, and Eloch of course continues to accompany her, and the ugly chicken is far away in the Dragonspine Mountains - the captured dwarves and gnomes have been rescued, and the dwarves are willing to take in those who are already physically and mentally exhausted, but after a period of recuperation, the gnomes are still more willing to return to Afra's command to work for her- "Dwarves are good people, and we are not. "That's what a gnome said, and the dwarves felt that a slightly farther distance was more suitable for them and the gnome.

So now Afra is the only one in this huge mansion, and even the warlocks and mages of the Dragon's Tooth Knight and Krefa have not been summoned, and the only person Afra wants to be with is not here, she prefers to live alone in peace- In other words, the transformation she is taking place cannot and does not want to be known to others, and without her permission, no one can enter the range of her consciousness, the diameter of this range gradually extends from tens of feet, hundreds of feet to the current thousand feet, to be able to do this, as a demigod, she can be said to have excellent talent and concentration, but she is not able to build more frameworks for the time being, but can only make changes in what is already there, to be specific, she can make roses bloom in the harsh winter, or she can make them not produce dense spikes, but she cannot create new roses that belong only to herShe couldn't understand the inner workings of the flowers, and she couldn't control the mutations, but Cremar promised that when he had less things to do, he would come back and study the new subject with Afra.

Another task that needs to be done by Afra is to listen to the prayers of her followers and believers, to receive the power of their faith and to give feedback, she is dressed in a wide silk robe, lying on her back on the cold stone floor, the void fluctuates with rose-red rays of light, golden and white points of light continue to pour into her body like wisps of water, and then bright white light rushes from her body in all directions, most of what she hears in her ears is the voice of calling Flo, but there are also people calling Afra, and when she hears someone calling her own name, Afra will give more in return- Fifty years ago, this kind of behavior might have been suspected by some Flor priests, but now, because they are not favored by the gods to live forever, the new Flora priests will take Afra as Furo's new name, which is not uncommon among the gods, for example, Rosada, the god of morning light, has used no less than three holy names, and the power of faith given by those who call on Afra is even more vigorous and pure, they wash over Afra's body like a torrent, transforming mortal impurities into crystallization of divine power. Although it may take an unimaginable amount of time for this body to become a true god, Afra has already stood at the pinnacle of power for this plane.

The moment she heard her name being mentioned, Afra keenly cast her gaze, and the first thing she saw was the white that filled her entire vision, an obscure and ominous white, and she subconsciously retreated- The skeleton of a dragon that seemed to occupy the space between heaven and earth passed in front of her, and then Afra realized that it was a bone dragon, the king of the undead, its empty eye sockets burned with red soul fire, and its broken membrane wings were covered with gray-blue negative energy crystals, they were like ice blocks on a snowy field, shimmering like a solid stone in the golden skylight, and when she wanted to continue watching, a black dot suddenly expanded in front of her eyes, it was a lich sitting on the back of the bone dragon, he was dressed in gray robes, the darkness in the hood was bottomless, he only glanced at it, and threw Afra into the abyss。

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"Uh-humm...... Don't worry too much," Eder patted the end of the bone bone beneath him soothingly, "It's Cremar's little lover, a demigod," he said with a smile, "not our enemy, at least not for the time being." ”

Frost White hissed boringly, the sound of her remaining vocal cords would have killed an unsuspecting mortal in an instant, but for the demigod lich, it was a very pleasant sound, and as he couldn't help but compliment, Frostwhite slammed sideways and into the tumbling grey-black water, and by the time she rushed into the clouds again, the demigod lich had turned into an artistic glass spine, and the bone dragon let out a whirring sound that was close to mockery, and Edal was kind enough to hold the shape for a while before dismantling。

"By the way," said Ederna, "you haven't met Cremar yet." He's a good boy, but I'd rather let you meet the other in his body, and I think you'll love it, my dear, and he's very much in line with your aesthetic. Well, I mean, when you were a silver dragon, but maybe now, don't you think?"

Frost muttered, but even Ederna couldn't hear what she was saying, but Ederna could probably guess that, to be honest, he sometimes felt cruel as well.

Edair's mood at the moment was undoubtedly extremely happy, but Ostar, who was being hunted by Edair, did not think so.

He was exhausted, he received the warnings and requests for help from Iron Bone City but was unable to do so, or rather, he was lucky and agile enough to be able to escape Edair temporarily, and when the bone dragon landed gracefully and terrifyingly less than a few hundred feet in front of him, he couldn't help but show a look of despair in his eyes, even so, he still wouldn't give up so easily: "Wait a minute," he shouted, "Your Excellency, please wait a minute." ”

Then, as he expected, the bone dragon actually stopped approaching, and a gray figure emerged from the bone dragon's back with a hood, then a robe, and a hollow hem, which made Ostar's bones creepy, in the thousand years since the dragons left this plane, the casters who could control the bone dragons almost no longer existed, not even Gredi, or maybe all the dragons hated this spell- Ostarr had only seen about it in very old records, but it was certainly impossible for this spell to be used and studied in Grenada, so in the end he was only impressed.

Bone Dragon Frost White "looks" at Ostahl, she can "sniff" Out of his body of dragon blood breath, mixed and dirty, the breath of the red dragon, interestingly, the silver dragon and the red dragon are enemies, but the bone dragon is the enemy of all dragons, she should probably choose to leave completely when she is transformed into a bone dragon, but she still doesn't, she always can't ignore Edherna's request, the silver dragon is the time, the bone dragon is too, but she must also feel lucky, if she didn't stay as a bone dragon to this day, how could she know that the red dragon Gredi would do such a disgusting and despicable thing?