As Klob's aura, like a collapsing mountain and a sweeping tsunami, enveloped the entire spacious and magnificent hall.
Those guys who were originally chattering non-stop and whose minds were full of cowardly thoughts of avoiding fighting seemed to be cast under a spell and fell into deathly silence in an instant.
"Excuse me, but can these cowards really embark on a bloody and brutal battlefield?"
"I think if they see the hideous and terrifying demon, they'll probably be scared to death!"
Kroeber mocked mercilessly, his loud and contemptuous voice echoing in the hall.
Hearing Krober's words of disparagement against the gods on the field, the faces of the gods present instantly became extremely gloomy, like the sky before a storm.
However, despite their anger, they could not easily refute Krober. After all, although what Krober said was harsh and unpleasant, they had to admit that it was indeed a fact that was difficult to ignore.
Among the gods today, except for the older gods who have experienced many vicissitudes of life and witnessed countless storms, the rest of the relatively young gods are almost all delicate flowers that grew up in a warm and comfortable environment.
They have never experienced a true test of life and death, and lack the perseverance and courage to move forward.
"Actually, what you said is not without reason, Krober. Ever since the end of that devastating war that annihilated all life, the world of Faerun has been immersed in pain and exhaustion, struggling to lick its wounds, both deep and shallow."
The Sun God Pero, who was sitting in the center, spoke slowly, his eyes sweeping over everyone present.
"The entire world's development direction is gradually leaning towards the pursuit of increasing the number of strong people, trying to make up for the lack of individual strength through human wave tactics."
"However, behind this blind expansion, some major flaws in the quality control of the strong players inevitably occurred."
"So now we are facing a situation where these so-called 'gods' appear powerful but are actually vulnerable."
Pero shook his head slowly, his majestic face now shrouded in deep helplessness, followed by a long sigh.
This sun god who is as bright and dazzling as the sun and has always been regarded as the supreme god in the continent of Faerun, actually for the first time in history admitted in front of many gods a series of serious problems hidden within the camp of gods in the continent of Faerun.
When they heard that even their own high and mighty God King, who seemed to be the ruler of the universe, was so frank, the gods standing or sitting below all revealed a complex expression of guilt and unwillingness on their faces.
Because on this vast continent of Faerun, the strict and insurmountable class hierarchy among the gods is like an extremely heavy mountain, pressing down on these young gods, causing them to gradually lose the ambition they once had to forge ahead and strive hard to pursue higher realms.
However, in this silence, a clear and pleasant yet solemn voice suddenly rang out:
"Actually... this matter cannot be entirely blamed on them."
The speaker was none other than Corellon, the revered elven god.
He took a graceful step forward, and after glancing at all the gods present with his wise eyes, he continued:
"In fact, long before that thrilling world-destroying war broke out, we, the beings now known as gods, were far from being as united and harmonious as we are now."
"At that time, there was only one thing on our minds."
"That is to do everything in your power to kill those gods who are hostile to you, and greedily devour the power of faith and the invaluable divine nature they control, thereby continuously increasing your own strength."
Having said that, Corellon paused for a moment, then took a deep breath, as if to absorb all the dark and bloody past into his lungs.
"Honestly speaking, the hands of every one of us, beings of great divine power, are stained with the blood of countless gods, regardless of whether they are good or evil, right or wrong."
"I'm not saying this to defend myself, I just want to explain it to you, Krober."
"Their unbearable situation is actually closely related to the mistakes made by us leaders."
Corellon's majestic gaze swept across the gods standing below like lightning.
Every glance seems to carry a heavy history and endless stories.
During these long and ancient times, there were countless fights and intrigues among these gods.
Betrayal is always around, often delivering a fatal blow when it is least expected.
An ambush hides in the darkness, waiting for the perfect moment to strike;
Assassination is the invisible black hand that takes away life silently;
The alliance is just a temporary measure and will collapse instantly once the interests conflict.
Looking back to the past, Corellon was once one of the many gods. At that time, he was just a little fellow with weak divine power, and the elves he created were a race so weak that they could almost be ignored.
However, it was with his indomitable will and extraordinary wisdom that he embarked step by step on this bloody and cruel road to becoming a god.
During that long journey, he constantly devoured other gods, absorbing their power and divinity.
Every devourment was a thrilling life-and-death struggle, but Corellon never backed down.
Gradually, he acquired many priesthoods, including magic, art and craft, music, and war. All the priesthoods that he is familiar with now were the spoils that he swallowed up step by step at that time.
Finally, after a long period of accumulation and sedimentation, Corellon successfully ascended the throne of great divine power and sat at the helm of two huge and influential pantheons.
That is, the elven pantheon and the life pantheon.
But even so, when he looks back on the past, he still feels a lot of emotion in his heart.
If he, who was just starting out and was weak and helpless, were placed in such a complex and changing environment as today, it might be extremely difficult for him to survive, let alone achieve such brilliant achievements as today.
After hearing Corellon's heartfelt words, the older gods below all showed deep nostalgia in their eyes.
They had also experienced that turbulent ancient period and knew well the hardships and difficulties involved.
At this moment, in this silent space, only memories are quietly flowing...
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