The Temple of Knowledge, the kingdom of Ogmar, the great god of knowledge, is also the most eager place for countless careerists, scholars, mages, and wise men to visit.

Because the endless library here records all kinds of knowledge they dream of, and countless secrets that have disappeared in the long river of time.

If you are lucky enough to be received and guided by Ogmar herself, it will mean unimaginably great wealth to any mortal.

After all, the power of the god of knowledge is not only the knowledge that already exists, but also the inspiration that makes up the source of knowledge.

And this is often far more rare and precious than the knowledge itself.

In other words, Ogma's greatest strength lies in his ability to induce a person to turn an immature idea and a fleeting spark of inspiration into some kind of creativity, which then gives rise to new knowledge.

So whenever he encounters a problem that he can't solve or is unsure, Zuo Si will always come here as soon as possible to ask for help from this closest ally.

At this moment, he stood in front of the other party and waited patiently for the God of Knowledge to fiddle with the gem made from the fragments of the Star God.

It was clear that Ogmar was using his powers and knowledge to observe and analyze this thing.

Judging by the strange light flashing in his eyes, he was obviously quite interested.

Exactly, everything unknown and never seen makes him excited and curious.

After all, this strong feeling comes from divinity.

There is nothing more enjoyable for a god than discovering something new in the sphere of his ministry.

This is also why Zuo Si is warmly welcomed by the god of knowledge every time he comes.

In particular, the huge comprehensive laboratory in the Floating City of Muttahar, which is under the charge of Jin-Gitaxias, is simply a huge center of knowledge and technology creation in the eyes of Ogma, with countless research results being born every day.

If it weren't for the fear of touching Zuo Si's sensitive nerves, he would have wanted to directly send an avatar to live there and record all the knowledge and keep it in his country's private library.

This is because a research institute like this is like the relationship between the "Happy House" and Zuo Si to the God of Knowledge, and it can bring extremely pleasant spiritual enjoyment.

With the analysis and structure of the Star God Fragment by the divine power, it took two or three hours for Ogma to comment with great interest, "Very, very interesting life forms, it gave me a glimpse of the vastness and infinite possibilities of the multiverse. But do you know what this thing reminds me of?"

"What comes to mind?"

Zuo Si asked very cooperatively.

"Aragami, also known to mortals as the primordial or primordial gods, are the first beings to gain self-consciousness at the beginning of the universe.

They share a lot of similarities with the star gods you mentioned.

For example, the power as the source is anchored to something that ordinary people cannot understand, and for example, it does not rely on the beliefs of mortals to obtain power, and there is no sense of good and evil and morality, and it does what it wants completely according to personal preferences.

Of course, the difference is that the essence of Aragami is still not beyond the realm of god-like powers, and with the power you have, you can kill them, or even compleinate them with oil.

But the star god obviously has the property of being untouchable.

Although I don't know exactly how the so-called space necrons killed one of the Star Gods, Landul the Skinner, and how they sealed the other Star Gods into shards.

But what is certain is that there must be some underlying rules that exist only in that universe.

So if you want to go to war with one of the Star Gods and capture them, the first thing you need to do is figure out what that rule is and how you can use it.

Otherwise, even if the oil incarnation became stronger, I am afraid it would be difficult to restrain these powerful god-like lifeforms.

If you force a war, there is a high probability that it will turn into a mutual attrition with no results, and then you will be in it

The other enemies of the universe seized the opportunity."

Ogma stated her point of view bluntly, and at the same time handed back the Star God Fragment in her hand.

"You mean you don't suggest that I immediately start my plan to capture the entire Star God?"

Zuo Si caught the gem made from the shard of the star god and showed a thoughtful expression.

The God of Knowledge nodded very dryly, "That's right, because your odds are really not high.

I suggest you start with the Star Gods that have been shattered.

Gain more information about them by studying the shards, and then combine the abilities with the oil avatar by stripping away the consciousness.

When the power of the oil incarnation reaches or approaches the level of a complete star god, then attack the real star god.

In addition to this, I suggest that you talk to the Space Necrons and trade to get the secret to their defeat of the Star God in the first place.

After all, as a traveling mage and great devil with endless resources, knowledge, and technology, I don't think anyone should be able to refuse your offer."

Contact and trade with space necromancers?

With this thought surging from the bottom of his heart, Zuo Si suddenly had a well-known name in the "Hammer Guy" - "Endless One" Tarasin in his mind.

As the most famous collector in the Warhammer universe, the figure king, and the director of the Solemnath Art Gallery, he can be said to be relatively friendly among the space necromancers, and can basically talk to anyone.

Whether it's Belisarius Kaur, the great sage of the Cult of the Mechanica, Robert Killiman as the original form, or Vashtor, the former chaos demigod......

Because of his many trades with humans to help the empire survive difficulties, he was nicknamed "Tarasin the Silver Skull Warband Leader".

The most important thing is that as soon as this guy appears, the painting style will immediately become cheerful.

Although the combat effectiveness is a little worse, the personality is also a little funny, and at the same time there is a strong collector's habit, and even often go to other people's homes to steal or forcibly capture the collections that interest them.

Also as a "Pokémon Master", Zuo Si felt that he should have a lot of common language with the other party, and maybe he could communicate with each other.

Of course, if he could, he would prefer to make the "Figure King" his own.

It's a pity that this guy has a very cautious personality, and usually sends a mechanical clone out to act, and he won't let the main body show up easily at all, and he hasn't found a means to avoid being affected by subspace to descend on the main body for the time being.

Ogma obviously noticed the look on Zuo Si's face, and immediately smiled and said, "Ah, it looks like you already have an idea, don't you?"

The latter nodded with a smile on his face, "Yes, I think I've found a suitable person to trade. But it's unknown whether he's willing to hand over this kind of secret that involves an entire race."

"Then I wish you in advance that you will get what you want as soon as possible.

Also, remember what new discoveries and advances

Zhan sent me a message as soon as possible.

I can't wait to record them all and keep them in the library.

After all, it's been a long time since I've come across such interesting knowledge."

As he said this, Ogma's eyes revealed a naked and undisguised expectation.

Since becoming an ally with Zuo Si, more books have been added to his private library in recent years than in the past few thousand years or even tens of thousands of years combined.

This undoubtedly made the God of Knowledge feel happier than ever, and at the same time, when this knowledge was selectively disseminated, it would also greatly increase its influence among mortals in certain material planes.

As for good and evil, order and chaos, it is not a problem at all for him, who is absolutely neutral.

In this regard, Ogma and Zuo Si have almost identical views and positions, and there is no difference at all.

In a way, they're just natural like-minded friends.

"No problem.

Wait for me to come out of the mouth of the space necromancy

I'll be sure to share the secrets of the Star God with you as soon as I get them.

If there's nothing else, I'll go first.

You know, I've been busy lately."

After that, Zuo Si touched his chest with one hand and bowed slightly, intending to turn around and leave.

But before he could activate the interdimensional teleportation magic, Ogma suddenly shouted from behind, "Wait! If I'm not mistaken, one of your heirs killed a Netherworld Prince not long ago, right?"

"That's right. What, Terramante? Is Tanshur going to retaliate?"

Zuo Si asked with a playful face.

It is not difficult to see from his attitude that he did not put Yin Soul City in his eyes at all.

After all, without the support of Shar, the goddess of the night, the so-called Nethrel Empire is nothing more than an ordinary floating city.

With the terrifying power possessed by Grea, the dark prince who awakened the spark of the traveling mage, he can perform a good show of tearing down the floating city.

"You're right.

The Netherworld has recently begun to gather power to the south of the Enoch Desert.

The number of the Bedai barbarians alone reached more than 10,000.

There are also a large number of mages, priests, and warlocks.

If nothing else, they are supposed to be planning to attack Tifanton, a frontier town that has just been recaptured by the Cormier Kingdom.

If it's just a mortal army, it's not worth making a fuss.

But I found something unusual in what I was transporting in Netherworld."

As he spoke, Ogma handed a small, sealed box to Zuo Si.

Zuo Si opened it without saying a word, only to find that it was a sticky and constantly surging black mud, and immediately frowned and asked in a tone that was not very sure, "What is this?"

"Have you heard of the Lost Seven?"

Ogma didn't answer it right away, but threw out another question.

"Of course. I don't think anyone who knows anything about the history of Faeron will be unfamiliar with the Lost Seven."

Zuo Si did not hesitate to give an affirmative answer.

In fact, the "Lost Seven" is only a general term, and there is a huge controversy about which members are the specific members.

Some scholars believe that Borim, the god of wrath, and Dandel, the nightmare serpent, are among the Lost Seven;

Others believe that the Lost Seven refers to the seven people who retained some of their power through various methods when the Grand Arcanist Karthas stole the power of the original Goddess of Magic, although most of them died the moment the spell was successful.

Today's mainstream view, however, favors the former over the latter.

Ogma nodded slightly and continued to herself, "Since you know the Lost Seven, you must have heard of Borim's Mire Heart, right?

It was the first kind of divine power that the three gods of death successfully killed when they were still mortals.

In this black mud, I felt his power."

Hearing this, Zuo Si immediately raised his eyebrows and showed a look of surprise: "So Teramante wants to use a desolate god who has been dead for an unknown number of years to deal with Grea?

Defeat god-like powers with god-like powers?

Is his brain sure it's okay?

Or doesn't he know that sometimes the gap between god-like and god-like power can be even greater than the gap between gods and mortals?"

"Hehe, if it's just Porim, it's certainly not enough to threaten your heir. But the question is, what if this Borim has been strengthened by divine power distortion?"

Ogma narrowed her eyes and stared directly at the black mud in the box.

"What do you mean...... Shar?"

Zuo Si directly poured the black mud into his palm, trying to feel the remaining divine power through the spark of the traveling mage.

As a person who is very sensitive to energy, he can distinguish any residual divine power or energy attribute from any object.

But it's a pity that in the black mud, there is nothing but cold negative energy

There is no divine power at all.

Just when Zuo Si was wondering about this, Ogma explained meaningfully, "Don't waste your efforts, you can't find any divine power in it. Because if I were Sha'er, I wouldn't easily use my divine power to inject into an Aragami body, which would leave too many tricks for the enemy, and I would choose to influence and distort his essence through my own divine position."

"But what is Shar's purpose in doing this?"

Zuo Si's eyes revealed confusion and incomprehension.

Because the goddess of the night had an inconsistent attitude towards Grea before.

You know, Shar isn't the Shrek neurotic.

Although she is dark, evil, selfish, and cruel, she is quite logical and coherent in her behavior, and will never do anything that changes the day.

Ogma shook her head slightly, "Don't ask me, I don't know.

Exactly, no one could have guessed the mind of the ancient goddess of darkness.

But one thing is for sure, she has her sights on your heir and is trying to pull him into her arms.

I think you need to be a little more vigilant.

Also, you'd better be careful about the ongoing war between you and the Orc God, the Earth Spirit, and the Spider Goddess Rose.

I have a hunch that if Shar can bring these guys together, he won't let you win so easily."

But Zuo Si replied disapprerovingly: "Please don't worry, I have already reached an agreement with the Elven God Department and the Dwarf God Department, and I have also sprinkled a lot of eyeliner on Faeron and the Material Plane, no matter what the other party does, they can't hide my eyes."

With that, he bowed a little and thanked the god of knowledge, and then activated the teleportation magic and disappeared in place.

Ogmar stood in place, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and she muttered in a voice that only she could hear, "Those little ones you summoned are not just eyeliner, they are already in Toreel, the Bottomless Abyss, and the Asura Field

and many other places have made quite a splash."

……

At the same time, far away in the northern Moonsea Fort of Santil's Dragon's Spine mountain range, Thrall and his orc tribe had just emerged from the treacherous darkness and had successfully reached the endless Rongma Grassland.

Looking at this land, which was neither barren nor rich, but also inhabited by a large number of barbarian tribes, all the orcs breathed a clear sigh of relief.

Because they know that the most dangerous time is over.

The next thing to do is to get enough herd from the natives through trade, war, and plunder, and then take over a land of abundance and start building your own home.

Of course, the reason why the orc tribe was able to pass through the dark region so quickly was actually with the help of the Mind Flayer.

Although they don't know why these monsters, which feed on the brains of intelligent beings, are helping them.

Only Sal understands that the Mind Flayer and the super-mastermind behind them are actually all at the mercy of Zuosi.

The purpose is also very simple, that is, to protect this tribe that is out of the control of the orc gods to the greatest extent, and then give themselves a chance to grow and gradually tear apart the entire orc god system, and finally expel Geush and his lieutenant, wife, and children from the planet Torreel.

But this is obviously not an easy task.

Especially after learning about the terrifying power and authority of the gods of this world, Thrall knew that if he was exposed, he would face the monstrous wrath of the orc gods.

At that time, all orcs and half-orcs in the entire plane will become their enemies.

So he had to seize the time to establish a stable rear, and then use it as a base to expand outward, absorbing as many small tribes as possible and forming a new culture and faith.

The Rongma grassland is obviously the most important first step in the whole plan.

Just as Thrall was thinking about what identity and excuse to use to enter the Jungma Meadow, an orc scout suddenly ran over from a distance, panting and shouting loudly

Report: "Chief, we have discovered a tribe of human barbarians. They are about five hundred in size, and the number of adult warriors is about one hundred and thirty."

"Barbarian tribes?"

Sal was visibly stunned.

Because he obviously didn't expect that he had just come out of the Dragon's Spine Mountain Range, and immediately encountered the local residents.

You know, the Rongma Grassland is not a terra nullius.

When the armies of Santil Fort and Santarim passed through the area in 1352, the local barbarian tribes banded together to attack it.

If the overlord attitude towards the Sea of the Moon is still like this, other outsiders naturally don't need to say more.

Almost all intruders will be indiscriminately expelled by the barbarian tribes without exception, and the xenophobic attribute is almost full.

So after a brief weighing, Thrall quickly made his own judgment, shouldered the heavy hammer of destruction and commanded the guards beside him, "Gather the warriors immediately, we will launch a surprise attack before they can react and quickly end the battle."

"Yes!"

The young orc warrior hurriedly clenched his fists and pounded his chest hard, then ran to the back, shouting in orc language as he ran.

In a few moments, three or four hundred heavily armed warriors were assembled.

Thrall, who had already established a strong personal prestige, didn't even say a word of nonsense, and directly led these people into the completely defenseless barbarian tribe.

Kill all those who dare to take up arms and resist in a single face, and then unceremoniously pack up all their possessions, including the captives, and take them away.

In this way, the orc tribe marched all the way northeast along the Rongma grassland, and swept away all the barbarian tribes in its path with the advantage of numbers, equipment, and discipline.

By the time they reached Illingur, the easternmost town near the entrance to the Leaden Mountains, there were more than 6,000 prisoners, almost 200,000 sheep, 30,000 cattle, and 6,000 horses.

The huge team is vast and there is no end in sight, and just looking at it is terrifying.

In particular, the thousands of elite orc warriors who had all been converted from infantry to cavalry were enough to form a crushing advantage in this wild land.

Seeing such a large orc army suddenly appear, the ruler of Illingur couldn't even think of resisting.

After getting a promise of personal safety through negotiations, he took the initiative to open the city gate and chose to surrender.

As a result, the Saar soldiers easily accomplished the set goal without blood.

With the important stronghold of Illingur, he could sweep across the Rongma Steppe and join the Santil Fort and the Ghost City, and retreat to the Vasa Enclosure, which was surrounded by mountains on three sides and backed by a large glacier.

In other words, it is to firmly grasp the strategic initiative.

But before Sal could decide whether to move east or west first, an uninvited guest approached him.

"Hello, Honorable Dragon Slayer, Chief Thrall, it is a great honor to be received by you. My name is Kand Milina, representing the great Tyrant of the Moon Sea, Fuzor? Cherbury is coming."

A sturdy middle-aged man in black armor bowed politely.

"Kander Milina? You're Fu Zor? Chebury's right-hand man, the de facto ruler of Raven Fortress?"

Sal had apparently heard the other person's name.

Because this is not an unknown person, but occupies a pivotal position in the Santilburg and the Santarin Society.

Although it may be far inferior to Xi Manmeng, the head of the dark intelligence network, it can also be firmly in the core of the second echelon of power.

You must know that the Raven Fortress is located on the northern slope of the Dragon's Spine Mountains, guarding the only passage to the south of the Rongma Grassland, and the number of permanent troops alone has reached 2,500 men.

In addition to this, there were two hundred priests, scribes, servants, and spies, as well as nearly six hundred civilians who settled in the area to serve the army.

The importance of this cannot be overstated.

this

A little from Fuzor? Cherbury has been the titular supreme commander, and this is a glimpse of this.

The person who can become the actual controller of this fortress must be a close confidant of the Tyrant of the Moon Sea, and he must be impeccable in both loyalty and ability.

Especially after the outbreak of the dark war with the Netherworld, Raven Fortress has become the strongest line of defense against the opponent's attack.

Kander Milley nodded with a smile, "That's right, it's me.

In fact, from the moment you stepped out of the Dragon's Spine Mountains and into the Jungma Meadows, my spies discovered you.

It's just that what I didn't expect was that you and your tribe could sweep away so many barbarian tribes in such a short period of time.

Now that you are the undisputed ruler of this region, no power can stop the orc armies from conquering them."

"So what?"

After figuring out the identity of the heavyweight of the man in front of him, Sal deliberately pretended not to care

The appearance continues to be tentative.

"The great Tyrant of the Moon Sea wants to talk to you about cooperation.

He is more than happy to admit your dominion over the entire Rongma Grassland.

But only if you become an ally of Santarinburg, or even join Santarim to become one of them.

In return, of course, you and your tribe can trade for salt, food, weaponry, and magical items."

Kander Millina was straightforward.

It is clear that he completely sees Thrall as those sinister, cunning, cruel, and self-serving traditional orc chieftains, and wants to pull him into his camp in this way.

Because the current Santil Fort is facing off against the Netherworld City, it can't muster up the strength to clean up this orc force that suddenly appeared.

If left unchecked, the consequences would be disastrous if the other side went directly south to occupy or plunder the coastal trading city-states.

So Fu Zor? Chebury wanted to stabilize this group of fierce orcs first, and then draw his hand to settle the dispute with Netherworld City.

Of course, it would be better if this group of orcs could be used to deal with Yin Soul City together.

This is also the reason why he is so generous to send the entire Rongma Grassland out.

Anyway, this steppe was not originally under the control of Santil Fort, but belonged to the barbarian tribes who opposed them.

Now that you can do a favor with the water, you can still get an ally, why not do it?

"You mean that Fort Santil will support us in taking over the entire Jungma Grassland?"

Thrall had clearly sniffed an opportunity to pick up the other's wool, and leaned forward slightly with a look of interest.

Kander Millina replied thoughtlessly, "That's right. Not only will we support you in conquering the entire Rongma steppe, but we will also pay for the barbarians you have captured, as well as all sorts of furs, livestock, dairy products, and jerky."

"There is no such thing as a free lunch. What obligations do I have to fulfill when I attain these things?"

Sal asked quietly rhetorically.

As a natural leader, he is not one of those short-sighted people who will be lured by the petty profits in front of him, and he knows better that the other party buys barbarian captives and takes them back to be domesticated into slavery.

Men would be reduced to gladiators, soldiers, and guards under repeated torture by whips and magic;

Women become the playthings of the powerful, or they are thrown to orcs, gnolls, ogres, demons, etc., to breed, and then give birth to a large number of hybrids with special talents, and then train them to become qualified assassins, spies, mages, warlocks, and warriors.

As a typical example of the evil camp on the Feren Continent, the slave industry in Santil Fort has long been very mature.

It may not be comparable in scale to the red-robed mage's Serre, but it is definitely better than it in other ways.

"It's simple. All you need is a certain number of troops in case you need help. Rest assured, we won't force you to attack enemies that are too strong, and you're free to do so

I have chosen the target and the direction of attack."

As he said this, Kander Milley's eyes flashed with subtle and cunning that was not easily detected.

Because according to the fine tradition of the Santilburg and the Santarin, once an alliance is formed, it will inevitably be infiltrated from all sides.

It won't be long before they can swallow each other in one gulp this way.

In particular, mages and priests who are sent out as "advisors" and "counselors" often use spells for charm control.

For example, the chief of a tribe suddenly falls madly in love with a female mage sent by the Santarim Society, or the female councilwoman of a certain town is seduced by a young and handsome man, and the situation is basically the same.

"Yes, I agree to your terms, and from now on we will be allies."

Sal stood up and held out his right hand.

"I wish us a happy cooperation!"

Kander Millina hurriedly stretched out his right hand and clasped it tightly with the other party, squeezing out a hypocritical smile on his face.

It was clear that he hadn't realized what kind of people he was dealing with, and what kind of storm would be caused if he allowed this orc tribe to gain a foothold in the Rongma Grassland.

But for Saar, an alliance with Santilburg means that he no longer has to worry about external threats, and can be bold enough to move in both east and west directions.

In a few months or a year or two, the number of orcs under his command will quickly be swallowed up and the small tribes will expand to hundreds of thousands or more.

With these populations, it was only natural to establish an orc kingdom with a strong tendency to order.

While Thrall was gaining a foothold in Illingur, Tivanton, the northern capital of the Cormir Kingdom, was now under complete martial law and in a state of combat readiness.

Just a few days ago, the forces of the Netherworld had made their way through the Enoch Desert and the Rocks, reaching the gap between the Cape of Storm Mountains and the Desert Mouth Mountains to the west of the city.

Although they were just a few nomadic cavalry composed of the Bedai barbarians, and they had no siege ability at all, anyone who was not a fool could realize that this was a precursor to a war in the Netherworld.

After all, the only place in the entire Enook Desert that is suitable for human survival is the area around the Shadow Sea created by the Netherworld City.

From there, the journey to Tifanton required a half-desert journey, with little to no supplies along the way, and only teleportation or animal power to transport them.

If it weren't for war, no one would have had enough to go on such a long journey in the heat of the day and the cold of the night.

"Humph! Telamante and his sons are finally tempted to do it."

Greya, Prince of Darkness, stood at the very top of Tifanton's central spire, looking down condescendingly at the Bedai barbarian nomadic cavalry who were encamped, his black pupils full of contempt.

The archarcanist "Undead" Owo who was standing next to him sneered and sarcastically said, "Isn't that expected?

He's already brazenly brandished the revival of Netheril.

If you back down at such a time, I'm afraid it will become a joke.

I don't know how this guy has the face to stand up for Netheril.

You know, we old guys aren't dead yet.

And in Netheril's time, the study of the shadow plane was the least popular and most despised school."

The Prince of Darkness was clearly not interested in this battle of Nethriel's legitimacy, and pouted noncommittally, "It doesn't matter. Anyway, my sword is already hungry and thirsty, so I can take the opportunity to harvest the souls of a few more legendary mages. And there are so many sons of Telamante, I want to see how he reacts when he sees all his sons die."

"Kill all his sons in front of him? That seems like a good idea."

There was obvious schadenfreude in Owo's tone.

He couldn't wait to see Terramante's pain, sadness, anger, and deplention.

No way

, who made the Ghost City in the resistance

That's what the Grand Arcanist of Serrell didn't like to see in the eyes.

Not to mention an alliance with it, I don't even bother to take care of it.

What's more, people like Ovo and Laroc are how to look at each other unpleasantly, and they have directly gone down to the field to teach these embarrassing things a little impressive lesson, so that Netherworld understands that they can't represent Netherreel, and they are not qualified to use this name.

"Is your floating city ready for battle?"

Grea asked without looking back.

"Of course! My Floating City is hidden nearby, and as long as the Shadow City dares to come over, they will immediately taste the gift package I have prepared for them."

Owo immediately replied in the affirmative.

After a period of development, the floating city he controlled was no longer poor and white at the beginning, but completely built into a huge floating academy and magic fortress.

There are more than 2,000 formal mages alone, and a staggering 6,000 apprentices.

In addition to this, there are constructs, legions of the undead, otherworldly creatures and elements summoned through magic, and more.

Even Ovo himself, like the other lichs of the Arcane Society, has been further strengthened by the water of the Well of the Sun.

Although it may not be possible to suppress all the spellcasters in the entire Netherworld City with the help of LaRoc alone, it is not too difficult to achieve this goal with the help of the Floating City.

The Prince of Darkness nodded with satisfaction, "Very good, then I look forward to your next wonderful performance." If there's nothing else to do, please go back first, I still have some work to do."

As the last word blurted out, Grea's figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Feeling the dark power that permeated the surrounding environment, Owo couldn't help but sigh slightly, "It's really worthy of being the heir of Soth, he has become so powerful not long after he was born, I don't know how far he will grow in another ten years or even decades. And the West Coast Empire is becoming more and more like the Nethrel I think I think of it is."

"Ancestor, I have found traces of Telamante and his sons."

A female figure dressed in a gorgeous long-distance run suddenly appeared out of thin air.

She is none other than the eldest grandniece of the Ovo family, and his most favored descendant, Marisa.

"Oh? Where have they been?"

Owo's eyes lit up slightly, and his right index finger twitched slightly.

As the closest person to her, it was certainly impossible for Marisa not to know that this was a sign that the Ancestor was eager to make a move, and immediately replied, "They are near the third river in the Mokou Mountains. But I didn't see any trace of the Shadow City, and I don't know if they didn't drive the Floating City over, or if they hid it."

"Don't bring the Floating City? How could a coward like Terramante make such a risky move?"

Owo's tone was filled with disdain for the Supreme City Lord.

But it's not all about personal emotions.

Because at the end of the Nethrel era, Terramante was known for his caution and timidity.

Later, he hid in the shadow plane, and even thousands of years of living still have fully proved this.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not sure what's going on. But what is certain is that they have gathered a considerable number of troops, and it seems that they really intend to attack."

Theresa looked helpless.

It's not that she doesn't work hard, it's that there are too many enemies, and there are several legendary mages, but anyone who gets any closer can be spotted.

"That is, Teramante must have prepared some kind of hole card and thought that this hole card would help him win the war."

Ovo undoubtedly saw through this little character a long time ago, and almost immediately guessed eight or nine and ten.

Marisa frowned and questioned, "Hole cards?

What kind of cards make him feel like he can defeat a powerful god-like power?

And the heir of Lord Soth?

What's more, even if you win, what can you do?

Does he dare to kill the Prince of Darkness to avenge his son?

If the City of the Shadows does do this, it means that they will face the most terrible Doomsday Judgment."

Because of her dealings with Zuosi, Moressa thought she knew the character of the Emperor of the West Coast Empire and the ninth lord of Bato's Hell.

She couldn't imagine what crazy Zosi would do if Grea really died at the hands of Terramante.

But Owo scoffed at this, and sneered and asserted, "Of course, Teramante didn't have the guts to kill the Prince of Darkness.

Not to mention that he didn't dare, not even the oldest dark goddess behind him.

After all, the bloody lessons of Cirek and Baal are still there.

If I'm not mistaken, the City of Shadows wants to capture Grea and negotiate with Soth to get a deal in their favor.

As for what cards Teramant has that makes him dare to take the initiative to attack, I think it is nothing more than summoning a certain Aragami or making a deal with the demon lord in the bottomless abyss.

You see, Soth has been tossing the bottomless abyss a lot lately, and many lords who have suffered great losses because of it hate him to the core."

"What do you mean......

Moressa raised her head and stared into Owo's eyes, waiting for the Ancestor to give her order.

"Take a trip yourself and get the news to the Mage Tower in Askatra. It would be best if he could see Soth himself, even if he couldn't meet the men who had told him."

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