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 politically 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?

就在两人说话的功夫，远在另外一边散塔林会和竖琴手同盟之间的战斗也落下了帷幕。

不是他们已经分出了胜负，而是已经没有了再继续打下去的理由。

因为原本耸立在天空之上的阴魂城消失了。

这也就意味着阴影之战以阴魂城的彻底落败而告终，再继续争斗下去已经没有了任何意义。

“看来这一次是我赢了！”

傅佐尔彻伯瑞微微扬起下巴露出了得意的神情。

因为阴魂城的消失意味着之前压着他的心头大患彻底消失，终于可以开始抽调力量去征服更多的土地建立属于自己的帝国。

“别得意，暴君，我们不会让你得逞的。”

风暴·银手甩了甩手中利剑上沾染的鲜血，随手将刚刚被抹了脖子正在剧烈抽搐的散塔林会倒霉蛋推到一旁。

周围其他散塔林会的人看到这一幕都不由自主觉得脊背发凉。

就在刚才短暂的战斗中，这位魔法女神的选民以极为高超的剑术轻而易举杀死了超过八个人，都是等级不低的战士和法师。

要知道风暴·银手虽然职业是吟游诗人，可她跟崔斯特·杜垩登一样，都拥有远超自身职业和等级的战斗力。

确切地说她是一名真正的剑术大师，即便是高等级的战士也很难在其手上讨到什么便宜。

竖琴手同盟中有超过三分之一的人都接受过风暴·银手的剑术训练。

可傅佐尔彻伯瑞却不以为意的回应道：“那你们就来尝试着阻止我吧。我很好奇，在阴魂城消失之后，你们要如何应对科米尔王国态度上的转变，又是否能抽得出足够的人手。”

“关于这一点就不用你操心了。”

伊尔明斯特显然知道眼下的局势有多么糟糕，彻底失去了与对方斗嘴的兴致，直接给其他人使了个眼色，然后便集体转身离开。

目送这群死对头消失在山脉与密林之中，傅佐尔彻伯瑞嘴角微微上扬对身边的席曼蒙说道：“你说的没错，伊尔明斯特真的老了。换成以前，他肯定会在暴怒之下释放银火的力量冲上来撕烂我的嘴。”

“是啊，因为属于他的时代已经过去了。现如今是索斯的时代，甚至就连他刚出生没多久的儿子都要比我们强大不知道多少倍。”

席曼蒙的语气中透露出毫不掩饰的嫉妒。

尽管在外人眼中他已经足够幸运，不仅在年轻的时候就被曼松选中成为学徒，后来还成为散塔林会黑暗情报网的负责人。

可与这种含着金钥匙出生的人相比还有着天堑般的差距。

尤其是对方什么都不需要做就能拥有他一辈子都无法企及的力量、权力和地位，那种感觉就如同被一万只蚂蚁撕咬心脏一样痛苦。

不过作为一个理性的人，席曼蒙并不会把这种强烈的嫉妒表现出来。

因为这没有任何意义，反而可能会引来杀身之祸。

“黑暗王子格雷亚……”

傅佐尔彻伯瑞盯着天空中唯一还剩下的浮空城，低声不断重复着这个名号，眼神中透露出强烈的忌惮。

毕竟这位新生的类神力已经展现出了令人畏惧的力量，以及毫不掩饰的邪恶倾向。

如果有一天他与散提尔堡和散塔林会发生利益冲突结果会如何？ 自己又要如何才能逼退乃至战胜这个可怕的敌人？

月之海的暴君明白，格雷亚于左思有着本质上的不同。

他绝不会跟自己玩什么权力的游戏，只会毫不留情的踢开所有胆敢挡在前进道路上的阻碍。

正当傅佐尔彻伯瑞陷入沉思的时候，原本消失的阴魂城突然又凭空出现了，并且与另外一座浮空城脱离接触朝着埃诺奥克沙漠的方向飞去。

这一幕瞬间让在场的散塔林会高层惊呆了。

尤其是傅佐尔彻伯瑞本人，脑袋上瞬间冒出一连串的问号，整个人就像是见了鬼一样完全搞不清楚状况。

我是谁？ 我在那？ 我刚才都看见了什么？ 唯有席曼蒙似乎意识到了什么，眼睛里的嫉妒之火变得更加旺盛了。

因为他知道这种不可思议的能力只意味着一件事情，那就是黑暗王子除了是个强大的类神力之外，同时还是一名旅法师。

……

随着阴影之战的结束，科米尔王国彻底稳定了自己北部边境，新王储格雷亚更是向所有人展示了自己无可匹敌的力量。

不过只有那些真正懂得政治的聪明人才明白，这其实跟科米尔王国本身并没有什么关系，而是西海岸帝国在自己周边建立起了一连串的卫星国，将自己的影响力大幅度的向外扩张。

尽管帝国本身的疆域并没有扩张，可实际上能够控制的范围却变得更大了。

而且费伦大陆之前各个国家和势力交战基本都是为了土地或彻底征服奴役对方，像这种把经济、政治和军事捆绑在一起的高级玩法，着实是给不少人开了眼。

尤其是在战争结束后，泰拉曼特带着阴魂城返回埃诺奥克沙漠继续高强度对月之海的散提尔堡进行压制，让傅佐尔彻伯瑞根本没办法实现自己的计划跟野心。

萨尔和他的兽人部落则趁机在戎马草原上疯狂扩张，将那些散乱的小型兽人部落吸纳进来增加人口。

当然，在这个过程中他会杀死所有的牧师跟祭祀，只保留那些愚蠢、愚昧、嗜血、冲动且非常容易被洗脑的普通兽人。

只要没有牧师的引导，大部分兽人甚至没办法理解信仰究竟是个什么玩意，只要稍加煽动和引导就能将其拉到另外一条道路上。

对于这些世俗之间的权力、财富和土地争夺，神明们并不感兴趣。

真正让他们感兴趣的是黑暗王子格雷亚所展现出来的力量，以及夜之女神莎尔对这位年轻类神力暧昧的态度。

身为最古老的黑暗女神，莎尔一直都让其他所有的神感到忌惮和头疼。

原因非常简单，大家心里都知道她想要实现一个怎样的目标，以及一旦这个目标实现后的可怕后果。

除了莎尔之外，没有神会喜欢创始之初那种一片虚无的景象。

所以在阻止她灭世这件事情上，无论善良还是邪恶、秩序还是混乱，所有的神都非常有默契，那就是决不能让其得逞。

但问题是莎尔的力量太强大了，许多神都畏惧她的力量不敢轻易的得罪，生怕事后遭到打击报复。

如果能有个人既能满足莎尔对于黑暗、寂静和虚无的渴望，又能令其打消原本毁灭世界的念头，那这个人简直就是整个世界的英雄兼救世主。

在众神的眼中，格雷亚现在就有成为这个救世主的潜质。

眼下苦难之神伊尔玛特就在通过神力感知，饶有兴致观察着这个年轻人的一举一动，大概两三分钟之后才头也不回的问：“老朋友，你觉得他有可能像索斯改变塔洛娜一样，改变夜之女神莎尔吗？”

“我不知道，老朋友。

因为黑暗王子与他的父亲不同。

尤其是在对待凡人的态度上，两者之间的差别很大。

索斯起码懂得社会底层的平民承受了多少苦难，所以他在改善民生方面做得很好，甚至比我们预料中还要好得多。

但格雷亚由于是天生类神力的关系，根本体会不到也无法理解被饥饿、疲惫、寒冷和疾病折磨的痛苦。

所以我更倾向于他改变不了莎尔，反倒是有可能会被莎尔同化。”

正义之神提尔摸着下巴上浓密的大胡子说出了自己的观点。

“你觉得索斯会允许这种情况的发生？”伊尔玛特用不是很确定的语气质疑道。

“不好说。因为我不确定索斯对自己子嗣的态度。你要明白他可是一个大魔鬼。”

提尔显然很清楚苦难之神在期待什么，忍不住提醒了一句。

毕竟左思在抵达费伦之后带来了太多被视作好的变化，其中西海岸帝国的建立更是让无数原本朝不保夕的人有了稳定的食物和收入来源，还有的则得到了接受教育的机会。

千万别小看这一点。

在费伦大陆这片下限低到超乎想象的地方已经是个不得了的巨大进步。

这也是为何许多善良阵营神祇对西海岸帝国的各种政治大清洗视而不见的理由。

因为它真的带来了文明，让整个社会向前迈进了一大步。

而且这一次魔法不再是被极少数人所垄断，而是开始让更多普通人享受到这种力量所带来的便利。

伊尔玛特笑着摇了摇头：“这并不能证明什么。

你应该知道索斯可不是那种可以轻易用阵营来划分的人。

他有着一套自己的行为准则和处世哲学。

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.