The most tragic thing in the world is that you work hard all your life, spend a lot of time, energy and wealth to achieve a goal, but in the end it is easily destroyed by another person.
If in the process he also witnessed the betrayal of one of his sons and the tragic death of his remaining sons, then the misery might escalate into tragedy.
It is obvious that at this moment, Telemante is the undisputed protagonist of this tragedy.
In the face of Ovo's overwhelming magical power, he couldn't even commit suicide. He could only be like a fish on a chopping board, allowing the other party to decide how to cook him.
What was even more desperate was that he could clearly see that the City of Ghosts was being conquered by constructs, undead creatures, and summoned creatures led by a large number of mage legions.
The once proud mages of Ghost City now bow their heads and choose to surrender in order to save their lives rather than resisting to the last moment for glory.
To be precise, everything that Telramante had created throughout his life has now disappeared like a sand fortress on the beach washed away by the waves.
His dreams, his ambitions, his desire to be the leader of Netheril, were all shattered with the defeat in the Shadow War.
Similarly, the great arcanist also clearly realized that his efforts over thousands of years were worthless in front of those truly powerful people and geniuses.
Whether it was the Black Prince Graya who was born not long ago, or the "Immortal" Ovo who had already become famous when he was still an apprentice, they all looked down on him condescendingly.
Presumably, those great archmages from the Netheril era who are still alive, such as Iolum and Larloch, should have roughly the same attitude.
And Shar, the goddess of the night, whom he had been carefully guarding against all his life, completely treated the City of Ghosts as a piece of trash and abandoned pawn that could be thrown away at will.
What a failed life! What a ridiculous life! The more Telramant thought about it, the more he felt like a clown. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Ovo was right. He did not inherit the spirit of Netheril at all, and was not worthy of carrying the banner that carried countless glories and honors.
Even Brenas, who chose to betray and kill several brothers at a critical moment, no longer had the strong hatred he had before in his heart.
Because he felt that at least his son was very smart and rational, and he saw his own stupidity and weakness in advance, so he could survive the destruction of Ghost City and embrace the new era, instead of dying meaninglessly like others.
With the fall of the Supreme Lord's Tower where the Core of Misera was stored, the last resistance on the floating city finally disappeared completely.
Tens of thousands of prisoners were escorted out of their homes and driven like livestock into empty squares, anxiously awaiting the trial that would determine their fate.
Most of them are ordinary people who have not obtained the shadow physique, and they are also the foundation supporting the Ghost City.
After all, if everyone acquired the ghost physique, how would this floating city that had been in the shadow plane for thousands of years reproduce and maintain its vitality?
Therefore, the people who are truly qualified to enjoy the longevity extension of the ghost physique are usually only those who have reached a certain level of professional level.
However, even so, after living in an environment filled with negative energy for such a long time, these people's physiques and genes have undergone varying degrees of mutation.
Although they are still alive in the strict sense, their skin color is as pale and bloodless as that of vampires.
The concentration of negative energy is fatal to normal people, but they only feel a little uncomfortable, while some of them even gain some characteristics that only the undead have.
No wonder the City of Ghosts chose to return to the material world at this moment.
If they continue to stay in the shadow plane, it is possible that all the residents of the city will become living dead, something between the living and the undead.
Don't think this is a joke.
You have to know that in Faerun, a world filled with powerful magical forces, anything can happen.
Although such "living dead" are extremely rare, they do exist.
After all, there are many situations in which such a creature could be successfully created.
For example, a mother who was six or seven months pregnant suddenly died in an accident, but the fetus in her belly was not completely dead. As a result, it was buried directly in the grave. Later, it was resurrected as an undead creature and gave birth to the fetus.
Then there is a high probability that the child born will become one of the "living dead", also known as half-undead.
They are somewhere between life and death, possessing many of the traits and immunities of undead creatures, but not completely dead.
Fortunately, the residents of Ghost City are far from reaching this level.
They also captured many young and beautiful female slaves from the Bedai barbarians for "breeding", intending to use their bodies to inject vitality into the increasingly low fertility rate in Ghost City.
Of course, the City of Ghosts only wants children with Netherese blood, and treats their mothers as reproductive machines and livestock.
You have to know that even in the age of Netheril, those who could live in the floating city were definitely not "ordinary". They were all elites.
They were either low-level wizards and apprentices, or wealthy merchants and military officers with military merit, or at the very least, highly skilled craftsmen and priests of the gods.
Therefore, in the eyes of the residents of Ghost City, the Bedai barbarians cannot even be classified as "humans". They are just a group of low-level and uncivilized apes.
Their status may not even be as high as that of black people who were frequently used as slaves during the Age of Exploration and in modern times.
In the plan of the City of Ghosts, these mothers will be disposed of after completing their reproductive tasks, as if they did not exist at all.
Only in this way can those mixed-blood children completely cut off their barbaric and dirty half of their blood and become a glorious resident of the City of Ghosts.
As a master of necromancy magic, Ovo only took one look at these pregnant Bedai barbarian women and immediately knew what they were up to. He mocked them with contempt, "You are really more depraved than I could have imagined. You even resorted to such despicable and dirty means."
"Are you going to kill all these civilians?"
Telamante raised his head and asked expressionlessly.
Ovo chuckled and shook his head: "No. I just said that the person who has the power to decide the fate of Ghost City is not me, but the Dark Prince Graya. After all, he won the Shadow War, so he naturally has the power to dispose of the spoils."
"Spoils of war?" When Telramant heard the word, he immediately showed a self-deprecating expression. "Yes, you are right. Now, the City of Ghosts and I have become spoils of war that can be dealt with at will. This is really ironic."
“Those who kill others should be prepared to be killed one day; those who plunder others should be prepared to be plundered one day; those who enslave others should also be prepared to be enslaved one day.
Isn't this a very normal thing?
Since you don't treat the Bedai barbarians as human beings, others will naturally not treat you and the residents of the Ghost City you rule as human beings.
Soth once said a very philosophical statement.
How you treat others when you are strong is how others will treat you when you are weak.
So don't complain, because many things in this world are the result of one's own actions.
Look at how he ruled the West Coast Empire and how he treated the neighboring countries around him, and you will understand that playing with power and politics is a very advanced skill, which can even be called an art.
Because Soth is clearly a dictatorial tyrant, but everyone spontaneously supports his rule.
Some scholars even claim that this is the best era in Faerun since the birth of civilization.
The common people at the bottom praised him for his kindness and wisdom, and the bureaucrats also praised him for breaking the hereditary system of the aristocracy and giving themselves the opportunity to be promoted to the highest power in the empire.
Even those big merchant families that were suppressed and split up believed that the trade alliance created an environment for unprecedented trade prosperity.
This makes it easier and safer for everyone to do business.
Moreover, as ordinary people become richer, their shopping spending power also increases.
Look at the monsters, druids, and thieves guilds that were slaughtered without mercy, and look at the purges of the former nobility in many areas.
Didn't he kill few people?
Isn't he ruthless enough?
No, he is much more ruthless than you when dealing with his enemies.
But why do you and the City of Ghosts have such a bad reputation, while he and the West Coast Empire have become a model praised by countless people?"
When saying this, Owo's tone was obviously teasing, and both his eyes and tone revealed a condescending sense of superiority.
"Why?"
Telramant frowned subconsciously.
Because this is also something he has never been able to figure out.
After all, it is an ironclad fact that the lords of the towns in the north would rather side with the West Coast Empire than accept the solicitation of the Ghost City.
Ovo deliberately explained in a nonchalant tone: “Because Soth has always been very clear about who his enemies are.
Every time he launched a killing or purge, his target was very clear and he would never affect or implicate others, especially civilians.
Quite the opposite!
After plundering the wealth of the ruling class, he would give part of it to civilians and businessmen to win their hearts.
When most people became the beneficiaries of killing and plundering, they would naturally stand with Thoth political and become enemies of those nobles, doing everything they could to prevent the latter from restoring and taking away the wealth they had obtained.
To put it bluntly, it means clearing out the ruling class that originally occupied the most wealth and resources, and allowing the remaining people to benefit from the redistribution of social wealth.
The essence of power is the right to distribute various resources and benefits.
You can't always think of taking all the benefits for yourself and leaving no leftovers for others.
Think about what you and your sons did after Shade returned to the material world. You first robbed the heritage of the Netheril era by any means necessary, causing great chaos and many killings, making many people think that you were a group of out-and-out robbers.
He then massacred the entire Bedai tribe and turned them all into slaves under his control, successfully causing panic in the area surrounding the entire Enorok Desert.
Finally, wars broke out on all sides, and at the same time, the relationship with the Chosen People of the Goddess of Magic, such as Zhentil Keep which controlled the Moon Sea, the Kingdom of Cormyr, and Elminster in Shadow Valley, was strained. It even attempted to infiltrate the North and seize control from the West Coast Empire.
It can be said that you have made almost all the mistakes that can be made.
Do you know what South thinks of your performance in politics and strategy?
The answer is stupidity! "
There is no doubt that the last few words were like a sharp arrow that pierced through the little remaining self-esteem and psychological defenses of Telemante.
Not only was his face livid, but even his hands were shaking slightly uncontrollably. He wanted to open his mouth to refute several times, but swallowed the words back when they reached his lips.
Because he knew that his political talent was indeed not high, otherwise there would not have been tension between his deputy Hajijona and several ghost princes, even to the point where they wanted to kill each other.
As the saying goes, it is often the truth that hurts most, not the lie.
Just when Ovo wanted to continue to torture Telamante mentally and psychologically, Graya, who had dealt with the remaining enemies on the ground, finally flew up and landed steadily next to the two great arcanists.
"This is..."
Ovo obviously noticed the beautiful woman hanging on the Dark Prince. The cold light in his eyes suddenly surged, and he obviously recognized that this person was the incarnation of Shar, the goddess of night.
Especially the latter's delicate posture and the satisfied smile on her face, which made him feel extremely absurd and weird.
Because everyone in the entire continent of Faerun knows how evil, profound, cold and petty this goddess, one of the twins of creation, is.
Even believers and pastors must be extremely careful when dealing with them, otherwise they may become sad victims.
But her current appearance is completely opposite to the traditional image.
Another person whose worldview was almost shattered was Terramante.
You have to know that this Supreme City Lord is the ruler of the City of Ghosts. He has been dealing with Shar for much longer than anyone else, and he also knows the horror of the Goddess of Night.
With just a thought, Shar can create endless darkness that plunges mortals into, a glance can make people lose their memories, and the lost song can make mortals gradually lose themselves in despair.
If it weren't for the darkness and void power emanating from the incarnation, he would even think that he was hallucinating.
"Don't worry about her."
Graya's eyes revealed a hint of helplessness, and then he looked at the surrendered Ghost City, and asked in an uncertain tone: "Is it over here?"
"Well, yes, it's all over. Now it's up to you to decide the fate of Telramant and the City of Ghosts."
Ovo made a direct gesture of invitation, while never taking his eyes off the Goddess of Night.
After all, he is really curious about the relationship between these two people.
As a ruthless and taciturn dark prince, Graya simply raised the sword burning with black flames and planned to send the enemy to the west, and then transform him into a shadow creature under his control.
But at this critical moment, the last surviving ghost prince Brenas suddenly appeared out of thin air through teleportation magic, immediately knelt on one knee and shouted: "Your Highness! Wait! Compared to killing my father directly, I have a better suggestion."
"Oh? What do you want to say?"
The sword in Graya's hand stopped steadily less than one centimeter away from Telamante. The black flame on the sword had even begun to burn the skin, leaving a large area of inky black on it like the shadow creature.
If they had moved forward just a little bit, the latter would have been doomed.
Needless to say, the reason why he chose to stop was entirely because of the key role the other party played in this incident.
Brenas was obviously relieved, and quickly took out the words he had prepared before: "Your Highness, I think it is a waste to kill my father directly and transform him into a ghost.
You can use the planeswalker's ability to transform it into your own follower, and then order it to continue to rule the City of Ghosts and the Desert of Anauroch.
This not only allows you to indirectly control an area without alerting your neighbors, but also lets you use the City of Ghosts to do dirty work that you might not be able to do yourself.
The most important thing is that the existence of Ghost City can continue to maintain a strong deterrent against Zhentil Castle in the Moon Sea, ensuring that Fuzolcherberry dare not withdraw forces to continue to expand his sphere of influence.
Imagine how much trouble it would cause to your future kingdom of Cormyr if he expanded eastwards and annexed many lands to build an empire of his own."
"Brenas, you..."
Telamante's eyes widened in shock, totally unable to believe that the son who had killed all his brothers would actually try to save his own life.
"Shut up! You have no right to speak!"
Brenas gave his father a cold and heartless look.
Graya looked at the interesting father and son with interest, and after half a minute he nodded slightly: "Okay, since what you said makes sense, I decided to listen to your advice.
But you'd better warn your father not to resist any further.
Otherwise you should know what the consequences are.
I am not a very patient person and I will not give the same person a second chance."
"clear!"
Brenas nodded solemnly, then stood up and walked straight to Telamante, swung his arm and punched his father on the head.
Bang! With the sound of fist hitting skull and blood splattering everywhere, the latter fell to the ground and fainted.
Because the force applied was too great, one could clearly see that the left half of the great arcanist's face was swelling up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the bones at the corners of his eyes were even visibly broken.
Fortunately, Telamante's mage level is high enough and his vitality is much stronger than that of ordinary people, otherwise an ordinary person would have been beaten to death by now.
After doing all this, Brenas bowed gracefully and said with a smile: "Your Highness, you can start now. I promise that my father will not resist at all."
"Puhahahaha! You're very funny, young man."
Owo was obviously amused by this action.
He couldn't even tell for a moment whether Brenas had really betrayed the City of Ghosts or was trying to save the country in a roundabout way.
After a brief silence, the Dark Prince quickly raised his hand and activated his Planeswalker Spark, directly making Telamante into a follower card, and then made the prisoner and the City of Ghosts into another card together.
It was obviously the first time that Ovo had seen this magical ability. He immediately came over and stared at the two cards, asking curiously, "Is this the power that the legendary planeswalker possesses? What is its principle? How did you do it?"
"You should ask my father instead of me. Because I have no research on this at all. I am just a simple user."
Graya was obviously not used to the unrestrained personality of the "Undead" and subconsciously took two steps back.
"If only I could ask him."
As soon as this matter was mentioned, Ovo immediately showed a very annoyed expression.
Because he knew that this was definitely what Zuo Si valued most, so no matter how much he wanted to know the secret in his heart, he did not touch this taboo.
It was a sudden idea just now that I wanted to try to obtain some information while the Dark Prince was still unaware of the importance of this matter.
It's a pity that he obviously underestimated Graya's wisdom.
Apart from his lack of experience and life experience, Graya has an intelligence level that matches his powerful strength, so how could he easily reveal information about the abilities of the planeswalkers?
Even as the two were talking, the battle between the Zhentarim and the Harpists came to an end on the other side.
It’s not that they have already decided the winner, but that there is no reason to continue fighting.
Because the ghost city that originally towered above the sky disappeared.
This means that the Shadow War ended with the complete defeat of Ghost City, and there is no point in continuing the fight.
"It seems that I win this time!"
Fuzzlecherberry raised his chin slightly with a smug look on his face.
Because the disappearance of Ghost City meant that the major worry that had been weighing on his mind had completely disappeared, and he could finally begin to draw strength to conquer more lands and build his own empire.
"Don't be complacent, tyrant. We won't let you succeed."
Storm Silverhand shook off the blood on the sword in his hand, and pushed aside the unlucky man from the Zhentarim who had just had his neck cut and was twitching violently.
The other members of the Zhentarim around couldn't help but feel a chill down their spines when they saw this scene.
In the brief battle just now, the chosen one of the goddess of magic easily killed more than eight people with extremely superb swordsmanship, all of whom were warriors and mages of high levels.
You have to know that although Storm Silverhand is a bard by profession, she, like Drizzt Do'Urden, possesses combat power far beyond her own profession and level.
To be precise, she is a true master of swordsmanship. Even high-level fighters find it difficult to gain any advantage against her.
More than one-third of the Harpers have received sword training from Storm Silverhand.
But Fuzolcherbery responded nonchalantly: "Then you can try to stop me. I am curious about how you will deal with the change in attitude of the Kingdom of Cormyr after the disappearance of the City of Ghosts, and whether you can spare enough manpower."
"You don't have to worry about that."
Elminster obviously knew how bad the current situation was and completely lost interest in arguing with the other party. He simply winked at the others and then turned around and left together.
After watching these mortal enemies disappear into the mountains and dense forests, Fuzzolcherbery raised his lips and said to Ximanmon beside him: "You are right, Elminster is really old. In the past, he would have released the power of silver fire in a rage and rushed over to tear my mouth apart."
"Yes, because his era has passed. Now is the era of Soth. Even his son who was born not long ago is many times stronger than us."
Ximanmeng's tone revealed undisguised jealousy.
Although in the eyes of outsiders he was lucky enough, not only was he chosen by Manshoon to be an apprentice when he was young, but he later became the head of the dark intelligence network of the Zhentarim.
But there is still a huge gap between them and those who are born with a silver spoon in their mouth.
Especially when the other party does not need to do anything to possess strength, power and status that he will never be able to achieve in his lifetime, that feeling is as painful as having ten thousand ants biting his heart.
However, as a rational person, Ximanmeng would not show this intense jealousy.
Because it doesn't make any sense and may even lead to fatal disaster.
"Dark Prince Graya..."
Fu Zolcherbery stared at the only floating city left in the sky, repeating the name in a low voice, with a strong fear in his eyes.
After all, this new quasi-divine power has already demonstrated terrifying strength and undisguised evil tendencies.
What would happen if one day he had a conflict of interest with Zhentil Keep and Zhentarim? How could he force back or even defeat this terrible enemy?
The Tyrant of the Moon Sea understood that Graya was fundamentally different from Zuo Si.
He would never play any power game with himself, but would ruthlessly kick away all obstacles that dared to stand in his way forward.
Just as Fuzolcherberry was lost in thought, the ghost city that had disappeared suddenly reappeared out of thin air, broke away from another floating city and flew towards the direction of the Enorok Desert.
This scene instantly stunned the top leaders of the Zhentarim present.
Especially for Fu Zolcherbery himself, a series of question marks suddenly popped up in his head, and he was completely confused as if he had seen a ghost.
Who am I? Where am I? What did I see just now? Only Ximanmeng seemed to realize something, and the fire of jealousy in his eyes became even more intense.
Because he knew that this incredible ability could only mean one thing, that is, in addition to being a powerful quasi-divine power, the Dark Prince was also a planeswalker.
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With the end of the Shadow War, the Kingdom of Cormyr completely stabilized its northern border, and the new Crown Prince Greya showed everyone his unrivaled power.
However, only those smart people who truly understand politics understand that this actually has nothing to do with the Kingdom of Cormyr itself, but rather that the West Coast Empire has established a series of satellite countries around itself to greatly expand its influence outward.
Although the territory of the empire itself did not expand, the area it could actually control became larger.
Moreover, the wars between countries and forces in the continent of Faerun were basically for land or to completely conquer and enslave each other. This advanced gameplay that bundles the economy, politics and military together really opened the eyes of many people.
Especially after the war, Telramant returned to the Anauroch Desert with the City of Ghosts to continue to suppress Zhentil Keep in the Moon Sea with high intensity, making it impossible for Fuzolcherberry to realize his plans and ambitions.
Thrall and his orc tribe took the opportunity to expand wildly on the Rongma grassland, absorbing those scattered small orc tribes to increase the population.
Of course, in the process he will kill all the priests and priests, leaving only those ordinary orcs who are stupid, ignorant, bloodthirsty, impulsive and very easy to brainwash.
Without the guidance of a priest, most orcs would not even be able to understand what faith is. With just a little incitement and guidance, they could be pulled onto another path.
The gods are not interested in these secular struggles for power, wealth and land.
What really interested them was the power displayed by the Dark Prince Greya and the ambiguous attitude of the Night Goddess Shar towards this young quasi-god.
As the oldest dark goddess, Shar has always been feared and a source of headache for all other gods.
The reason is very simple. Everyone knows what goal she wants to achieve and the terrible consequences once this goal is achieved.
No god except Shar would have liked the nothingness of the beginning of creation.
Therefore, when it comes to preventing her from destroying the world, all the gods, whether good or evil, order or chaos, have a tacit understanding that they must not let her succeed.
But the problem is that Shar's power is too strong. Many gods are afraid of her power and dare not offend her easily, for fear of being retaliated afterwards.
If there is someone who can satisfy Shar's desire for darkness, silence and nothingness, and at the same time make her give up the idea of destroying the world, then this person is simply the hero and savior of the whole world.
In the eyes of the gods, Graya now has the potential to become the savior.
At this moment, the God of Suffering Ilmater was observing the young man's every move with interest through his divine perception. After about two or three minutes, he asked without turning his head: "Old friend, do you think it is possible for him to change Shar, the goddess of night, like Soth changed Talona?"
“I don’t know, old friend.
For the Prince of Darkness is not like his father.
Especially in their attitude towards mortals, there is a big difference between the two.
At least Soth understood how much suffering the common people at the bottom of society had endured, so he did a good job in improving people's livelihood, even much better than we expected.
But because Graya was born with divine powers, he could not feel or understand the pain of being tortured by hunger, fatigue, cold and disease.
So I am more inclined to believe that he cannot change Shar, but may be assimilated by Shar."
The god of justice, Tyr, stroked his thick beard and expressed his opinion.
"Do you think Soth will allow this to happen?" Ilmat questioned in an uncertain tone.
"It's hard to say. Because I'm not sure how Soth feels about his offspring. You have to understand that he is a big devil."
Tyr obviously knew what the God of Suffering was expecting, and couldn't help but remind him.
After all, Zuo Si brought about many changes that were considered good after arriving in Faerun. Among them, the establishment of the West Coast Empire provided a stable source of food and income for countless people who were originally living from hand to mouth, while others also had the opportunity to receive education.
Don't underestimate this.
In the continent of Faerun, where the lower limit is beyond imagination, this is already a huge improvement.
This is also the reason why many gods of the good camp turned a blind eye to the various political purges in the West Coast Empire.
Because it really brought civilization and made the whole society take a big step forward.
And this time, magic is no longer monopolized by a very small number of people, but begins to allow more ordinary people to enjoy the convenience brought by this power.
Ilmat smiled and shook his head: “This doesn’t prove anything.
You should know that Soth is not the kind of person who can be easily divided into camps.
He has his own code of conduct and philosophy of life.
In addition, his strong tendency towards law and order also means that he will never ignore his offspring.
So I think Greya should be able to change Shar to some extent.
Of course, even if he can't change it, it doesn't matter. At least he can satisfy Shar's desire and alleviate the goddess of night's impulse to destroy the world."
"I don't deny that. The only question is how long this situation can last. You have to understand that Shar is preparing to open the passage to the shadow plane and release the nightmare serpent Dendel to devour the sun."
When saying this, the expression of the God of Justice Tyr suddenly became very serious.
Because the person who revealed this news to him was none other than Musk, the god of thieves.
Although Tyr was not quite sure where the other party got the news from, why they chose to reveal it to him, and whether there was any conspiracy behind it, he did not dare to take it lightly.
After all, something similar had happened once before.
If it happens again, the whole world will be devastated.
In just a few days, the temperature on the warm and beautiful planet Toril would drop to minus ten or even dozens of degrees Celsius, and all plants, crops, animals, and livestock would die in large numbers.
Even if a god were to enter the plane of fire and find pure fire to ignite a celestial body and create a new sun, people would still starve to death in droves due to lack of food.
"How credible is this news?"
Torm, the god of loyalty and courage, couldn't help but interrupt.
In his opinion, Musk, the god of thieves who is full of lies and deception, is not trustworthy at all.
Maybe this guy just wanted to stir up conflict between himself and Shar, so that he could reap the benefits.
The god of justice Tyr answered without hesitation: "Very high. Because I have verified with the dinosaur god Ubtao, Dendel who has been wandering around the Flame Peak has really disappeared."
"Disappeared? When did it happen?!"
Ilmater suddenly became nervous.
Because it could only mean one thing, that Dendar had found a new entrance to the continent of Faerun.
Tyr responded in a deep voice: "Since Soth revealed Shar's conspiracy last time. This means that she did not act on impulse, but must have been planning for a long time."
"Damn it! We have to talk to Soth and ask him to find a way to solve this huge hidden danger."
Ilmater turned around suddenly, revealing a pair of eyes that were shedding blood and tears.
As the God of Suffering, he is one of the very few gods who truly cares for and protects the weak, and is willing to bear the suffering of the entire world.
So when he learned that the sun might disappear and countless civilians would die of hunger and cold, he immediately became eager to take action to prevent the tragedy from happening.
Ilmat knew that as long as she asked, Zuo Si would definitely help her out of consideration for their past friendship.
"Calm down, old friend, the situation is not yet out of control.
And do you think Soth didn't know about this? No, I think he should have known about it a long time ago.
Even the Moon Goddess Suren recently sent an avatar to the Elemental Plane of Fire.
No matter what choice Shar ultimately makes, the gods are not unprepared.
What I am really worried about is not that Dendar will devour the sun, but that he has other unknown purposes, such as directly devouring the planet Toril and the billions of lives on it. "
While saying this, Tyr made a very obvious gesture of holding his forehead.
He felt really exhausted because he had to fight with so many evil gods all day long.
In addition, the gods in the good camp are also no pushovers.
There is no need to talk about the situation of the "great evil god" Lathander, Lord of the Dawn, who makes trouble every now and then. Currently, the church has basically fallen into the control of the Rising Sun heretic faction, and they are about to pull the ancient sun god Amaunator back from the astral plane.
As for the goddess of love, the mother goddess of the earth, and many good gods who tend to be chaotic and arbitrary, they basically have nothing in common with the serious and stern Tyr.
However, he has a very bad relationship with the guardian god Heim, with whom he shares a common language.
Therefore, the God of Justice's real helpers are only these two people around him.
"It is precisely because we cannot determine Shar's intentions that we need Soth's help even more. Let me go talk to him. After all, he is better than us at dealing with conspiracies and intrigues."
Ilmater was obviously unwilling to take any risks and still insisted on his original idea.
Tyr pondered for a moment, and finally sighed with a wry smile: "Well - okay, whatever you want. But you have to remember that I promised Musk, the god of thieves, to keep it a secret, so you can't reveal the source of the news."
"Don't worry, I know what to do."
After saying this, Ilmater sent an avatar to the continent of Faerun.
He knew that Tyr valued promises and credibility more than anything else.
It is also because of this that even those who are opposed in clergy and camps will pay high respect to the God of Justice, and even enemies will believe what he says.
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