"Sorry, I didn't come to say hello until this time."

"No," Artetana said as she walked, "for us, time is just a fill-up scale. ”

The two gods walked side by side through the black valley road, like two old friends who had not seen each other for a long time, and the atmosphere was full of the taste of time.

Athetana glanced sideways at Urs and exclaimed, "Hundreds of years have passed, and you don't seem to have changed at all. ”

"How come," the banishing demon god spread his hands and smiled jokingly, "I'm not a second-level god anymore, and I've been put on a hook by the mechanics, and now the brave people who see the human race have to go around." ”

Athetana bowed her head slightly, knowing that he understood, but deliberately avoided it, and said no more.

"Here, I don't have anything to entertain here, I hope you don't mind."

When they came to the big tent of the Mother Goddess in the deepest part of the valley, the two of them were still some distance from the door, when they heard a strange sound coming from inside.

"Miscellaneous-fish, smelly-fish-"

"Box Box Box ......"

Two Gods: "......"

Athetana's face froze, Loverite is this?

She turned her head to meet Urs's equally stiff gaze, smiled and said, "Don't bother them now, let's go to another tent." ”

"Okay." Urs smiled without hesitation.

Just think about it, who is the other person in it.

He has a wide range of hobbies......

Arriving at Lily's tent, Arttana told Urs to wait at the door, and she opened the curtain and went in first.

"Lily, you're ...... ? ”

As soon as she took two steps, her words got stuck in her throat.

Lily you......

Hearing the voice, Ah Hu Lily was violently excited, and hurriedly let go of the socks she was covering, got up from the boots on the ground, and turned her hand away with a face full of grievances and helplessness.

"Whew......"

Arttana sighed softly.

"Lily, don't feel guilty about this, it's nature engraved in our bodies, I'll teach you some methods another day, I won't bother you now."

Withdrawing in an inclusive tone, Arttana faced Urs and shook her head in apologies.

"There's nothing to be sorry about," Urs smiled, "but I'm curious, is it because of that man?" ”

"I think so...... In a way, the rest of the tent doesn't need to be confirmed. ”

"No, let's go," Urs laughed, "and for a long time, there were not many things like this interesting. ”

Artetana sighed, "Since you insist. ”

Coming to the tent on the remaining side, Urs remained at arm's length, and Arttana stepped forward to the door.

"Are you there, Vimere?"

No one responded, she walked in and looked around, and saw Vimeer crouching alone in the corner, drawing circles against the carpet.

Artetana: "? ”

Soon she heard the other party's whispers—

"Why was I still electrocuted after kissing......?"

"Is there something wrong......

"But that seems to be good......

"Hey, hey, hey......"

Artetana: "......"

What has it been through?

Walking out of the tent with a helpless face, and facing the eyes of Urs, Arttana didn't need to open her mouth to convey her meaning.

"Then he's really messing you up," Urs smiled, "maybe it's because of the short life span that humans are always looking for desires." ”

And God pursues eternal ideals.

The conversation of hundreds of years ago came to Artana's mind, and now that the orcs have ushered in a new beginning, how close is the demon god in front of her, who is responsible for banishment, to that empty ideal?

"Come with me, maybe there's a better place to catch up."

After Athetana finished speaking, her palm triggered divine power and opened a migration gate made of animal bones and furs, and the two stepped into it one after another, and came to the peak of the Valley of Weeping.

Facing the setting sun on the plains in the distance, Urs looked at the warm land unravaged by war, reflected orange and red in the afterglow of the setting sun. The weeds on the ground struggled to suck the last rays of light before the night, so that they could survive a strong winter in the gradually colder weather.

As he gazed at the view, Artetana had set her glasses and served her friend with the oldest wine an orc had ever brewed.

Time passed imperceptibly, and after the two gods chatted for a while, the sunset completely sank into the ground, and the bright moon hung in the night sky.

"Next, you're going to recover the scattered power of the demon gods." Athetana said.

"Yes," Urs replied without hesitation, "I've quietly taken back that part of your people, and as for the Cult of the Mechanics—they'll regret provoking me." ”

As a high-ranking demon god deity, he can clearly sense where his scattered power is, and those mechanic believers with scattered divine power will have no escape.

"Don't forget the conditions you agreed to help," Arttana reminded, "With the twenty years of power supply for all the orcs in the Valley of Sorrows, you should know that no matter how it ends, you must abide by the contract when you trade with the demon gods. ”

Urs nodded knowingly, "Ah, I will, it didn't help much, but I deserve it." ”

Hearing his tone, Artetana's brows furrowed, this familiar feeling of being conceited when it comes to lying, should he be ...... again

With only the last sip left, Urs shook his glass and stood up.

"Come on, it's not getting early, and you can't be dragged here by me all the time," Urs smiled modestly, "and when I regain my strength, I'll come to you once in a while." ”

Artetana also stood up.

"Then hopefully this place will also be a harbor for you to dock into."

The two gods clinked glasses and took the last sip of their wine, and Urs tore open the purple portal and bid farewell.

However, when he left, the entire valley was suddenly shrouded in a light purple enchantment, with the aura of a high-ranking god.

You don't need to confirm too much to understand.

The power of all orcs in their last twenty years of adulthood will be provided to this protective barrier set up by the high-ranking demon god with his former strength, as the last guarantee in the event that the situation becomes irretrievable.

Athetana watched this scene and sighed slightly in the wind.

"You're the most ungodly demon god I've ever seen."

……

Returning to the empty Mother Goddess's tent, Artetana found Lowe and Vimir.

"That...... What is outside? Vimere looked puzzled, she clearly felt that the entire valley was in an enchantment, like the kind of ritual shelter used in the major temples.

Rowe knew it was Urs' handiwork.

In the game, there is no acting, after Loveley was taken away by the orcs, Ryan led the team to subdue the orcs all the way, and with the help of Vimill and Shaye, he forced back and persuaded Artetana, who failed to recover most of the remains and was extremely incomplete, so that the princess was rescued.

In this case, Loverite did not establish a territorial relationship with the orcs, and the Nestus Tribal State, which was later established by Artetana's people, was able to survive under the protective barrier of Urs's use of second-level divine power.

Even if I deliberately made a lot of Artetana's side quests later, it didn't have much impact on this result.

To Rowe's surprise, the situation had changed completely, with the Valley of Weeping now being Lovley's domain, and Arttana's strength enough to deal with the challenges below the gods, but Urs still chose to use his limited number of times to add this last line of insurance.

Should it be said to be idealistic?

After a brief explanation, Arttana reached out for the two of them to come closer.

"I have a gift for you before you leave."

She slowly took their hands and placed Rowe's hand on Vimere's hand, covering them with her own cyan palm.

Vermeer was momentarily stunned.

Martha said that holding hands should be the first step in the normal development of the relationship, and the two ......

Not... I always feel like the order isn't quite right.

"I hope this will make your future journey a little smoother."

Artetana said slowly.

"At the same time, I hope that you can come back whenever you want," she said with a gentle smile on her face, "no matter how many times, I will treat you well." ”

Holding their hands, a turquoise glow erupted, and Rowe and Vimir felt a surge of divine power rush in as they looked at each other.

On the backs of the hands of the two of them, two identical imprints of divine power gradually formed.

As if between each other.

Some kind of connection was made.