The acting lord of the Heim Domain, the commander of the Magical Warrior Regiment, the female knight Mana gave up her viscount title, gave up her territory, gave up all her duties in the Heim Domain, and became a paladin in the Temple of Magic. Although it is not certain whether she is the chief of the paladin, the current size of this ceremonial force is only ten people, which is not as good as a patrol team in Mir City.

This is undoubtedly a major change in the power hierarchy for Heim Ling. Whoever can replace Manna in the position of Acting Lord will influence the direction of this powerful territory for a long time. The news has come out that Siegel is going to hand over the lordship to his son Isaac, and everyone knows that the young lord is still very young and will need someone to help manage most of the affairs of the territory for a long time. It's not that the main mother, Janet, can't do a good job, after all, she has no real authority and responsibility in Heim.

At this time, everyone wants to express themselves, but no one dares to take the lead easily. They were not facing a simple Marquis Lord Archmage, but a true god. Legend has it that gods are omnipotent (when all gods are combined) and tempers can be capricious at times, so if you want to go further in your position, you need to find the right time, especially when Siegel is in a good mood.

These people are doomed to disappointment. When Janet was in a bad mood, Siegel naturally bore the brunt and was also depressed.

"Your shrine is really interesting, one by one. Janet hugged Megan and said while breastfeeding: "It's good that Elsa didn't go, otherwise it would have been complete." They say that the temple is the home of the gods, and it seems that you really think so!"

"My home is here, by you, Isaac and Megan. Siegel could only explain: "Then again, who approved Mana's request to renounce her title and knightly oath?"

He went to Isaac, and then got the approval of the Little Council. Janet paused, then said, "This ...... I also know about it. At that time, Manna was determined to follow you to become a paladin, and she wanted to donate all her territory and property to the Magic Temple, but Isaac prevented her from doing so. ”

Siegel snorted, "Don't hide it for him. I can imagine how determined Manna was at the time, but Isaac did something he shouldn't have done. Manna is my knight of allegiance, and only I can break my vows. Even if I give my title and Heim Territory to Isaac, Isaac will have no authority at all until Manna regains her allegiance with my consent. ”

"Oath? Manna has not broken or broken her oath at all, she is still loyal to you, because you are the god of magic, and she is the paladin of the god of magic. It's more convenient now, she just prays, and you can hear it—don't tell me whether you choose to listen or not, but you can hear it! And that Wendy, must be babbling in your ear!?Siegel, I'm so upset about this, if I don't beat you, I'm going to beat you up!"

"If it's just a beating, it's okay at any time, and I'm definitely not going to fight back. Siegel squatted in front of Janet: "I respect my promise to you, I have a strong ability to restrain and restrain me, and you have to have confidence in me." I can even cut off the divine fire and the priesthood and give them away, just to complete the agreement between us. There are few gods who can do such a thing!"

"I'll listen to you and I'll look at you. Janet pointed to Siegel and said, "Temple, you can find whoever you want to go in, and I won't be able to stop you with two more." But don't forget, you're in charge of magic and knowledge, not impulse and love. A lot of people are staring at you, don't do those things that ruin your happiness right now!"

"Yes, I see. ”

Although the matter seems to have passed verbally, the atmosphere in Myr City is still not very good. Janet didn't mention it again, but she still rarely saw a smile on her face. Knowing that it would take time and perhaps distance, Siegel prepared to begin his journey north.

On his first trip to the North, he was accompanied by Janet. Two people don't know what danger lies ahead, or they know that there is danger ahead but don't pay attention to it. At that time, they went on an outing, stopping to fetch water and catch fish when they came across a river, and when they came across small animals, they used bows and arrows or magic to shoot them for dinner. never took much, but he didn't wronged himself either, so he went to the front line of the orc battlefield.

Now it's a different story. Siegel had become a god, and his safety was absolutely guaranteed when the supreme power in the mortal world was the Sage. He also doesn't have to worry about catching fish or water, and he doesn't need to find a safe place to sleep before nightfall. If he let go of his breath, even if it was a slight hint of it, the beasts would either flee far away, or lie motionless on the ground, but if he completely restrained his breath, the beasts would be treated as a stone, or a walking bark.

To keep mortals happy, there must be mortal suffering, which is an almost insoluble contradiction for the gods. Maybe it's not that the gods don't want to exist longer by remaining mortal, but they simply can't.

Originally, it was a process of distraction, re-walking the past path through one's own feet, taking a look at the scenery of the past, and experiencing the mood of the past. Siegel even found the spot where he took his vows under the stars, long gone, and covered in grass and sand like the surroundings. Coming to this place, Siegel did not feel happy, sad, nostalgic or longing, but was completely as calm as stagnant water. It was the thing that scared him the most. At this time, even the small depression of Myr City is much better than the current state.

"Get this over as soon as possible and go home. Siegel smoothed out the place where he had camped with his hands, combining teleportation and any door to speed up his progress.

After years of war, the orcs of the northern wasteland have stabilized their position and begun to multiply again. Originally, the Raven tribe had the opportunity to completely break up the social structure of the orcs and solve the long-standing troubles in the north. However, in order to become the true king of the north, Kerry mobilized his army to occupy Waterdeep. The cunning merchant alliance in the city had already transferred their property and possessions, some to Rabbit Ear Harbor and some to the Eastern Continent. Kerry ended up with a city that was almost smashed to rubble, and tens of thousands of war refugees waiting to be fed.

He did become the king of the north, but instead of strengthening his power, Waterdeep slowed him down considerably. If these tens of thousands of captives were killed, or they were used as slaves, it would probably provoke a crusade from all the countries of the New World, and even the Heim Lords would have to send troops, which the Jackdaw Tribe could not afford. So Kerry needed to put a lot of effort into accommodating these prisoners in the rear, leaving even a group of troops who could have gone north at home in case of "instability".

The orcs were given a respite, and they scrambled to survive. If you don't consider their means of survival, orcs are not fundamentally different from other races in terms of will.

Siegel continued north, into a wilderness that even sturdy orcs, trolls, and giants didn't want to go into. There is almost no grass here, and there is black gravel as far as the eye can see. Occasionally, the soil is hidden in the crevices of the rubble, and no vegetation grows at all. In fact, there are often storms that sweep the ground with razor-sharp edges of rocks, killing all life.

In the end, it is not the thickness of the steel armor that determines whether it can survive, but whether or not it can grow green in the soil. This is the role of Mother Earth, the rules that belong to it. Magic doesn't help this place in any way, and even if you use a wall to block the storm, can it change the climate and geological environment of the entire place, thus prompting the birth?

Siegel also encountered such a storm on his way north. Black and gray obscuring the sky, the rubble crashes in the wind, making a tooth-sore rattling sound. For a moment, Siegel seemed to hear the sound of the bow of the ship splitting the waves, and the vibration from under his feet was like the jolting of the waves. With his head bowed, he braved the storm, his god-blessed body ignoring the terrifying blades, the power of his mind holding him firmly to the ground. He is a greater force than this storm, and God can do it better, both in power and in destruction.

When he walked out of the storm, there was nothing more than an extra layer of dust on his body, and no other damage. However, when he patted the dust away, he was surprised to find that the dust was mixed with a very tiny green color. This root plant, which is even more delicate than algae, is light and small, and the inside seems to be hollow, and it can be swept up into the sky when a gust of wind blows. They survive tenaciously in the barren land, never growing taller or taller, but they can always live.

Siegel carefully packed up some of the plants and teleported them to his kingdom. The Academy of Magic, which had been destroyed by his battle with Liele, was still being reorganized. The restoration of the building is nothing more than a matter of thought, but to restore the previously removed room to normal, it will only be possible until Siegel has completely absorbed the divine fire.

Continuing north, there was nothing on the ground, not even gravel. It was a temple-like hall, with smooth, mirror-like stone slabs stretching from foot to the end of the day. There is no wind, no snow, no vegetation or even sound, and it is completely isolated and remote. As far as the eye can see, only the lightning emitted by the Wall of Storms is the only thing that is still changing.

The reason for this anomaly is the Wall of Storms. It wasn't just a collection of lightning, rain clouds, and tornadoes, but an annihilator of crystal wall rules. The state of "being" begins to "die" when it is close to the wall of storms, gradually becoming a state of nothingness. Of all the concepts, the most fragile is life, which is also the first to disappear.

Walking on the flat ground here, feeling the heat and cold coming from the soles of your feet, even the magic god felt threatened. The crystal wall is the vessel of the rules, the gods are the special cases and the will of the rules, and the wall of storms is the end and the source of the regeneration of everything. The rules that can be destroyed also include gods, so it is reasonable for Siegel to feel his skin tighten, and his mental tension.

It soon darkened, not because it was time for the sun to set, but because the concept of light was disappearing. The Wall of Storms went from being a bright light on the horizon to a giant that needed to be looked up. Each crimson lightning bolt was a hundred meters thick, carrying the power of Wan Jun, constantly blasting huge holes in the ground.

Cracks have formed in the edge of the pothole, which continue to spread forward. If the rifts clump together, they will peel the ground off, and eternally fall into a storm of destruction, never to be seen again. At this moment, a white light kept mending the crack, undoing the impact of the lightning of destruction on the earth. So for many years, the Wall of Storms has not been able to move forward, and the entire world of the Thunder Wall is safe for the time being.

Ask yourself, if you let yourself do the same thing for hundreds of thousands of years, or do it while being watched and controlled, will you be able to do it? How deep does it take to persevere? Compared with this kind of perseverance, the human nature worn out by the divine fire seems too weak, right? If the divine fire is the wall of storms, then I hope that I also have the ability to play ten dice, and I can persevere, persist, and maintain the strength of resistance.

But where is the Shadow of the Dead? Siegel knew that his eyesight was beyond the ordinary, and he could look around and see nothing. It was then that he felt the fluctuations of spatial magic, and someone was trying to teleport to him.

Another Sage, exuding an endless aura of dead silence. Siegel let go of the spatial lock so that he could get closer, but he didn't expect that he would be "her". Seegal appeared in front of a little girl, wrapped in a black cloak and purple mask, leaving only gloomy eyebrows and a straight nose, dark brown curls peeking out of the corner of the hood, and a two-meter-long barbed whip in her hand. She looks no more than ten years old, and she should be at the age when she likes to read books and longs for the story of princess knights, but she has become the manager of the souls, living in the closest place to nothingness in this world all day long.

"Your Excellency the God of Magic, the Grim Reaper has entrusted me with greetings and sincere disappointment that you have escaped death. May you enjoy the torments of the world and perish in the burning of the divine fire. "The girl of death has a crisp and beautiful voice, but there is always an indescribable strange coldness. He also said, please don't bother to destroy me, just a saint, there is no difference between dead and undead. ”

Siegel glanced down at her, and the little girl did not have a trace of fear. The return of the Sage of Death to death is nothing more than a homecoming, so there's no point in scaring her. "Do you have any name? The Sage of the God of Murder calls himself Chanem, what about you?"

"Death. The Sage replied briefly.

"Well, Miss Dais, according to the covenant of the gods, I have come here to see what is going on with the Shadow of the Dead. Now that there's nothing here, isn't the trouble solved?You're not going to pay for it with this contradiction?(Agree to visit the dice cup prison until you solve the problem?)

"Of course not, death is never a joke. The little girl made a gesture of invitation to Siegel and guided him forward. "Your Excellency the God of Magic, the Shadow of the Dead is here, let me give you a briefing on the situation. (To be continued.) )