I read some comments before, and I found that some adults can't quite understand why the three good gods finally made an oath to keep secrets, and here is a little explanation. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The background of this article is based on the Forgotten Realms, Dungeons & Dragons, and a number of other Western fantasy game texts, with secondary magical changes. Chief among them is the continent of Faeron, and the gods I've described are the main gods in the Faeron god line, and the characters and events of the turbulent years described in the God Wars I mentioned earlier more than a thousand years ago, the Sage trilogy of the Forgotten Realms series.

And Io, the god of Faeron, is the master of the whole thing, as the god of gods, he is the creator of the gods, and he also has the ability to destroy them single-handedly, although the lich in this article has been disrespectfully calling him a senile dementia in his heart, but it must be said that he is above any living beings and beings in Faeron. And such a god was not very good-tempered, and when he found out that the tablet of fate engraved with the fate of the gods had been stolen by the gods, he could be said to be furious—he summoned the gods, and how, in a way that would make each god see and taste what they feared most—like the god of love, who found himself old and dirty...... Note that at this time, he was not sure, or at least on the surface, that Io was not sure that it was the god who stole the tablet of destiny, and when these gods were gathered together, the god who guarded the tablet Haim (that is, Tyre in this case) wanted to take responsibility, but Io punished him and threw him into it after he decided to take sides with the gods, and then, the kingdom of the gods collapsed, and their essence was extracted and thrown into the mortal world, where they had to use the body of the saint to move and speak.

Well, exile, and the gods have to live like a mortal, probably as terrible for them as a healthy mortal suddenly becomes a maggot.

Priests who have lost their gods are unable to cast their magic, and the gods are fighting each other, and it has been said before that a god who is captured and drained of the power of his essence is the goddess of magic in the turbulent years. And in the process of retrieving the tablet of destiny by mortals, there are no less than three gods who were murdered by mortals, and the murderer Shirek was fortunate enough to be directly promoted to a god by Io because he gave the tablet, and mastered three priesthoods, and it is needless to say that after that, Shirek went crazy, and Kranvo, who was once his mortal companion, got the priesthood of death, and their female companion got the priesthood of the goddess of magic (deceased).

Haym's fear or awe of Io is evident when he is re-introduced to heaven (a time when the turbulent years are still going on), when the original goddess of magic finds the traces of the slate and wants to return to the temple of the gods to repay her, but because Io said that the gods will not be allowed to return to heaven without the slate, Haim cuts her down.

So when Ciric tempted Tyre with Io's approval, he hesitated. As for Rosada and Ilmot, even if they were good gods, they wouldn't want to meet Io's wrath again - they could only say that they shouldn't have been led into the trap by Ciric beforehand. As I have described before, Rosada is a young-hearted deity, enthusiastic, cheerful, and impulsive, who hates Ciric and believes that the god of conspiracy must be plotting a major conspiracy that will overturn the entire plane, and can be said to be hostile to Ciric at all costs, which leads him, along with his companions and friends, to fall into Ciric's trap.

In my setting, although it is not explicitly stated, some readers have already guessed that the nine-faced dragon god Io was set up by me as the sage of the god Io, and he was born only for the dragons required by the law to be born, and he died because the law requires the dragons to die in the entire plane, and the last hope he left for the dragons, that is, the essence of the dragon god Io, is actually a little essence that belongs to him. And the essence of the gods means many things......

Some people may think that the good gods are as perfect as one would hope, able to perceive all conspiracies, to perceive all weaknesses, and to overcome their own desires, but this is not the case with the gods of Pheron, and if you look at the profiles of the gods, you will know that they still have many shortcomings, and they may not be able to see the shadows under their feet, but the god of conspiracy and strife, Shirek, can still induce them and make them his weapons and tools. And Io, the god of God, is not a kind and tolerant ruler. Once exposed, Rosada, Tyre, and Ilmot could not even confidently defend themselves, because they did want to find out if Io was the same Io, and an ancient red dragon would not have been so eagerly "favored" by the three gods.

This is almost certain now, but on the other hand, they will also face Io's thunderous wrath - whether to cause Io's Sage War (perhaps more severe) that has upset the whole of Feren for a long time, or whether they will be held in check with Kausha, Ciric, and Musk - the three good gods also have their own pride, and they do not think that they will lose the battle that follows.

And they only swore to keep secrets, but they did not form an alliance with Shirek or the other two evil gods, and their positions and priesthood did not waver or change.

In addition, some adults may have noticed that the god Io is omniscient, but really, this is a very scary question, if Io is really omniscient, why did he send the gods down to the mortal world and force them to live as saints? instead of directly uncovering the three gods who stole the stone tablet...... And, does he really not know where the slate is?

Look at the sky, so, there are some things that don't take the Alzheimer's patient too seriously......

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What can make the demons surrender to you?

Of course, power, power, power, important things to say three times. Of course, it's not just the "power" that has a thin meaning, experience, wisdom and your will are all a kind of power, and they combine with the strength of the body to create a perfect creature.

Cremar walked through the ranks of demons, some of the great demons bowed to him, this is the fifth year of the bloody war, the demons have searched for the contractor has lost eight or nine ten, and the remaining ten percent, like the pure gold cast in steel, reveals their sharpness and hardness that cannot be ignored, but among these ten percent, about seven out of ten have chosen to transform into demons, otherwise they may only become another poor worm swallowed up by the bloody war- There is no absolute victory in the bloody war, there is no hopeless defeat, and naturally there is no time constraint. Whirlpools or mires poured out to fill every possible void, wrists and tentacles intertwined, membranous wings and wings obscured the sky, low-level demons and demons layered on top of each other, fangs and claws in addition to weapons, and the plains were full of wriggling soldiers, fighting, bordering on madness, blood pooling in the depressions, entrails and stumps in the water.

And in these chaotic scenes, probably only the legions of high-level demons can still maintain a stable formation, and although the legions of high-level demons have extended everywhere like stains in the water, if someone flies up and looks down, then he can still find that although the legions of demons are chaotic, they can still be cleverly assembled - one point is linked to another, one line is drawn to one line, and one ring is set to one - Maybe just when you think they are vulnerable, you have already fallen into their preset snare.

However, for the devils, it can still be called a temptation, or a provocation, and like all creatures in the Order camp, the most hated and despised by the devils is chaos.

It's the usual tactics of the demons, but it doesn't matter, as long as they don't mind using it again and again, after a demonic army is swallowed up by a wave of chaos, Cremar is summoned by Ferrekhill, and he gets his first day off in five years.

On the important fronts, as it is known, there is no intermission, which is almost fatal for spellcasters who need time to memorize spells and regenerate their mental power - when Cremar leaves Ferrek Hill's side and faces an endless army of devils, all eyes fall on him gloating - The demons thought that Ferrekhill would let this newcomer stay with her until she got tired of it, but what they didn't expect was that this spellcaster barely needed a respite, he was a mage and a warlock, and every spell he threw was so sharp and insidious, the devil was like a wave of rocks in front of him, and although the attack was fierce, he could never take a step forward. To the admiration of the demons, he does not have the usual bad problems of hillbillies in the main material plane, although he can already be said to be a powerful spellcaster, he is still one hundred and twenty points humble, the black-haired dragonborn does not boast of himself at all, as long as the devil's palace is contained, he will shift his position, leaving jealousy and revenge to the demons who have not yet understood the change of events.

Well, it seems to have been said before that he "hardly" needed a respite, and the reason for saying "almost" was because he seemed to have a great interest in the fresh material that was constantly produced in the bloody battles—demons and devils, or between their own kind, would devour each other just to become stronger, but this warlock or mage was only very serious about eating.

"I remember I had a magic paraphernalia," said a Flomo whispering to his companion, "as soon as you open it you will have delicious food and wine, do you think I should lend it to him for the time being?"

His companion looked at him in surprise, the demons weren't good Samaritans who liked to be merciful: "That's Ferrekhill's." He looked at Flo - like all Flo Mo, the former looked like a standing eagle vulture, except that the feathers were red, and the body was more human-like than bird-like—if the prey of the Daughter of Grazt really valued the pleasure of the tongue...... "Ferrek Hill will go crazy." "You know, what succubi care about most is their charm.

"Well," Flomo quickly admits his mistake, "it must have been the bloody battle that drove me insane." But I hope that tablecloth will make the pickled pepper phoenix feet he wants...... and then don't let the adult salivate at the sight of his paws.

Ferrek Hill greeted Cremar with great pride, after all, the other party belonged to him.

The turquoise pool of flames was only three hundred feet away from them, and the flames brought a deep chill that the demons didn't care, and those weak who would be affected by the flames had also been eliminated by the bloody battle, and Cremar was a little surprised to see a familiar person- Glenn, the leader of the Silver Finger Guild, it is unknown whether he signed a contract with the demon or was framed, but it is still quite good to look at the position and demeanor of the standing, after all, the curse on his body can allow him to be reborn countless times, and each time he is reborn to his most complete state. He also saw the black-haired Dragonborn, the thief curling his fingers, blinking his eyes, and secretly greeting the spellcaster.

And beside Glenn was Arthur, who had abandoned the disguise of his human appearance, and his bones were still regrettably gray, but judging by his jawbone, he must be in an unusually full state, almost comparable to that of the black-haired Dragonborn.

Their master, one of Grazt's most loyal subordinates, Vain, who had ruled the third level on behalf of Grazt when Grazt had been imprisoned by the mages of the main material plane for a hundred years, a Balor, was sitting on his throne, and when he made contact with Cremar's gaze, he even nodded gently, except for his appearance, he did not look like a demon a little.

The otherworldly soul bowed deeply to Vain, and then he noticed that under the throne of the two Legion Leaders lay a human mage, his temples gray and wrinkled, only his eyes glittering like coals in the darkness.

――Is it because of any mistake that he should be publicly executed?, the soul of the other world asked inwardly.

- No, says the lich, not a punishment, on the contrary, a reward.