Chapter 32: The Unbalanced Game
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The old human was thrown towards Nielon and suddenly hovered in mid-air. The Lord of Ceremonies said in a tone of hatred, "You want me to use this vile bastard to hunt down my people?"
Lesatos laughed and said, "Don't say as if you love Tia very much, you have done similar things." Look at this human I brought, where are you going to find a more suitable person than him in a short period of time? â
With a finger of his hand, Nielon woke up the unconscious dogfish. The gaze of the gods is extremely terrifying, and the willpower of the dogfish to be able to carry the dragon is already extraordinary, but it is still uncontrollable to tremble, this is the extreme gap between mortals and gods, and the trembling starts from the soul, not **.
For God, a human being who has not learned the protection of the mind is exposed like a splash of paint on a blank piece of paper. Within a few breaths, Nielon has gained insight into the life experience of the dogfish in just a few decades, and it is indeed very suitable as a pawn in this bet. Then the god's gaze turned to check if the dogfish had any traces of spells, after all, it was sent to the door by the golden dragon.
"I took it, and you weren't wise to cheat him. With a gesture from the master of the ceremony, the pike flew towards him and knelt at his feet.
Looking at the deity with his hand on the top of the dogfish's head and invoking his faith, Lesatos smiled playfully. God is the existence at the very top of the pyramid of creatures in the multiverse. Some magician-only mages despise the majesty of the gods, treating them as more powerful mages, while despising the gods as puppets of the rules, slaves of the Force.
In a way, these arguments cannot be miscalculated. The gods absorb faith and construct rules in specific realms that are expressions of their power and their own restraints. Take Nielon as an example, it is currently known that he has three humanistic priesthoods: [nobility], [etiquette], and [tradition], and one combat priesthood is unknown.
As the god of ceremonies of the elves, if he does not follow the example of the nobility, speak and behave rudely and recklessly, or do not protect the traditions of Tia, then his divine power will be weakened. The priesthood is the channel through which the gods communicate between the physical realm and the cosmic Force, and if they are rejected by the Force, the priesthood may be lost or stripped away, and the level of the godhead will also decrease. Therefore, the god of thieves will not obey the law, and the god of etiquette will not do rude things.
But now, this one, who has been standing still on the weak divine power for many years, doesn't know where to use the accumulated divine power. And the will that can go against one's own priesthood can simply be used as a negative example of the multiverse.
Nielon disperses divinity and erodes the soul of the pike.
"Come, accept this honor as the first lowly race of the Salaphim to step into the temple of the ritual. â
â...... I...... There is a saying...... "Dogfish bite their tongues to keep themselves awake."
The god's eyes widened, and the coercive momentum rattled the dogfish's spine, and the latter spewed blood directly.
"You are not qualified to bargain, and the reason why I have not erased your existence is simply because you are still useful. â
â...... Yes, powerful...... Elven God, I am powerless to resist...... There is only obedience. But you don't need one...... Slaves without a mind, aren't they?"
Nielon reins in the pressure and slows down the erosion of the inspiration. Even Lezathos turned his face away, facing the dragon and the god at the same time, and his soul was disturbed, especially the ability to think clearly to argue, such a rare human with courage and wisdom.
Feeling that he could concentrate, Dogfish breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I don't understand the intentions of the two, but there must be occasions for me to serve." There are many more powerful servants for you than I am, and the only thing I can be proud of is my decades of experience and alertness. I plead with you, to preserve my sense of self-determination, that the wisdom of a hunter is more effective than that of a faithful servant. â
Lesatos applauded heartlessly: "It's a good argument, if it's in Faeron, the god of hunting Mara will definitely make him the elect." â
The Lord of Ceremonies' cold face sneered, "Short-sighted race, you never know what glory you have missed. â
A dark green flame shot out from Nielon's fingertips, and in the dogfish's heart-rending howl, the flame penetrated through its mouth, nostrils, and ears, emitting the foul smell of the nether layer.
Green light bursts out of the cracks in the skin and then creeps in. Grill every inch evenly**.
"This flame is a weapon I have given me. Your only mission is to find her!" This message was stuffed directly into the dogfish's head, and was not heard by Lesatos. The pike was tossed into the distance by the Lord of Ceremonies, and as the painful steel needles pierced the nerves of the brain, the appearance of the elven princess Drusilia was seared into it, and finally echoed with an aftermath: "Find her, catch her, kill her!"
Only Lesatos and Nielon were left in the forest. The latter said in a low voice: "Remember your promise, if you dare to break the ......" Before the threatening words were finished, Nielon's appearance changed back to the Derivative Elf Assassin, and he retracted the projection. The elves, who were hundreds of years old, also disappeared into the jungle.
After a while, Vlamir found the golden dragon who was meditating on the spot.
"Master?"
"The contract is set, neither he nor I will directly intervene, and the Bloodthirsty Fortress will become an independent battlefield...... That's what the words say. â
"The Lord of Ceremonies has cheated?"
"Sort of. Lesatos chanted a spell, and several rays of light shot out from between the dragon's claws, using illusion to simulate the scene of the ignorant fire of Nielon calcining the pike, and the green fire shot out, and the human howled miserably, in just a few seconds. The golden dragon then zoomed in on the image and reduced the degree.
"Look, in the shadows of the flames. Vlamir squinted, and finally saw what his master had said, a faint black shadow, about the same length and width as a human finger.
"It seems to be...... It's a leech, oh...... It's disgusting, it flies into his mouth. What is the ability?"
Lesatos extinguished the illusion, "I don't know, it's nothing more than an old trick that ends together, or a bridge of indirect communication." The bet doesn't say you can't intervene indirectly, you know?"
The Demon Eye was stunned for a moment, and immediately smiled evilly: "Understood, I will continue to follow up and ensure that your plan is not hindered." â
Both insincere gamblers took advantage of the ambiguity of the crude contract, which was only a step to de-escalate the conflict anyway. Of course, if you can win beautifully, it will be even better.
"Over to you. Lezatos teleported back to the half-plane and breathed a sigh of relief. He fell back into his pile of gold coins, only to see a faint pain from the sword wound in his shoulder.
Vlamir is not there, he calls out to his own construct. The self-conscious Golem Baio arrives in the Dragon's Lair, and he is responsible for the processing of the half-dimensional ore. Unlike its companions in charge of farming in the plains, this structure is equipped with ten cantilever arms of various sizes, and the soul has entered the knowledge of many gnomes to polish gems. When the rough stone from the mine is handed over to him, it is transformed into a variety of delicate gemstones in the cold light of the drill bits, steel clips and cutting knives at the end of the cantilever.
But he was called here to use a pure gold knife. Under Lezatos's command, Baio used a non-trembling blade to cut away the broken dragon scales bit by bit, revealing the tender pink flesh. The sword wound was more than two times long, and although it was not deep, Lesathos felt that his strength was constantly draining, and he was drowsy.
"Strength Drain and Aging Curse...... It seems that his ceremonial sword is also a second-class artifact, troublesome. Baiou, process the broken scales, at least it is also a high-level exemption armor, and it can't be wasted. â
"Okay master, you still pick the door like this, do you want to purify the dragon dung too, and there can be two bottles of spitting potion......" Baio whispered.
"Don't talk to Vlamir!"
"He said it's called spitting, which is good for physical and mental health, especially for intestinal digestion, so that you don't have to ......scream when you're constipated."
"Fuck off!" Lesatos snorted as he swept the construct out with his tail. Ever since Vlamir was created by ZĂ o, the atmosphere in the entire half-plane has been abnormal, and everything that can speak has become more and more out of line. Last week, when Lesatos was inspecting the mines, the half-earth dwarves gathered together to play Allegro.
After using [Removing the Curse], Lezatos lay on his stomach and let the low concentration of positive energy wash the wound repeatedly, and he could see black and gray smoke floating out, all of which were remnants of evil power.
At this time, a message came, and there was a guest visiting.
Half-plane, parlor.
It is full of the aesthetic characteristics of the Golden Dragon family of Heavenly Mountain, and the walls are inlaid with a mosaic of obsidian and opal, depicting magnificent mountains. The ceiling was set up with illusions, and clouds scattered in the wind. The carving of tables and chairs is magnificent, and it is brilliant.
The bright color made the visiting elf guard captain a little uneasy, and he turned his head to look.
The elven form of Lesatos put down the teacup, "So, what does Your Majesty need?"
"Flame Mage, the situation in the green capital has been a little turbulent in the past two days, Her Royal Highness the Princess...... I think you know what she's doing, right?"
"Ah, I'm only in charge of selling, and if someone buys it, I'll sell it. The princess's responsibility to go out is not on me. â
"You misunderstood, my king is not here to investigate, Her Royal Highness the princess should also accept trials and tests, this is the growth path of the next clan king. It's just that...... The actions of the temple have disturbed us, so I would like to ask you to take a little care of the princess, with your magic, it is not difficult. â
The chief guard pulled out a fist-sized box and opened it to reveal a thumb-sized glow-in-the-dark stone.
Lesatos smiled brightly, and it was a surprise.
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