Scepter of Thorns

Somania looked at his father expressionlessly.

"Why did you call me back?" He asked with a wooden face. At this time, the guy was lying on the wicker chair and rocking, looking very leisurely, completely different from the urgent tone when he was called back. Number.

The god of wrath, Leander Horace, is enjoying a sunbath comfortably, showing a lazy expression that is completely inconsistent with his title. His face is too young, and his long red hair is hot and full of warmth like scattered magma.He glanced sideways at Somania who was standing upright, and said casually, "Young man, don't be too impatient."

His tone did not fit the image of a father at all, and his red eyes were narrowed, as if he was telling a funny story.Somania twitched the corner of her mouth, turned her head away, and hit the transparent barrier as expected, and the corner of the creator's mouth grinned in an arc.

Somania poked the invisible cover with her finger, thinking about the possibility of breaking open: "Why did you call me here?"

"Communicate the relationship between father and son." Leander smiled at him hatefully, "Don't you think we haven't talked for a long time?"

"Who wants to talk to you!" The hairs on Somania's body stood on end, he gave up making the enchantment, turned to look at the man with a casual face, rubbed his hands and retorted, "'Loneliness is a kind of enjoyment .' When you kicked me out, I really wanted to talk to you, and that's what you answered me, so I'll return this sentence to you now, can you let me go?"

Leander smiled brightly: "No."

…Somania knows how paranoid his father is, and seeing his current tone, it is basically impossible to go out, "What's the reason?"

"The reason." He turned his face slightly, a dark cloud quietly covered Jin Yang, and the light became much weaker.Leander stood up and stretched, and then the claws pinched Somania's voluptuous face.

"God Realm, it's going to be chaotic."

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The black and white palace was cast a large shadow by the dark clouds, and the originally clear buildings were slightly blurred.The spire pierces the dome, and occasionally a flock of passing birds leaves a few mournful chirps.

Kylos stood expressionlessly in front of the throne, the broken pentagonal crystal was suspended in the air, his fingertips were only an inch away from the crystal, but he finally retracted it.

-not the right time yet.

- Are you willing to let him go?

-Do not.

- Then take control of it.

- he will die.

-But you have committed the crime of killing gods, and you have no choice.

-Do not.

-Death allows you to monopolize him.

No.

He clearly remembered how much he regretted it back then.

Selfish desires are still bewitching, it may be resurrected as a crow, or it has never died, but it is undeniable, he thought so subconsciously, like planting an evil seed, one day it will break the ground It came out, absorbing the blood of reason bit by bit, and then bloomed gorgeous and highly poisonous flowers.

- Put him in a cage.

It said so, and it knew that this sentence had touched him, so it snickered and disappeared from his ear.

Put him in a cage.

The clouds were low and the light was dim. Kaierlos walked out of the palace with a calm and restrained expression, showing no trace of urgency.It's just that the long golden hair was dyed black from the tip, and the huge, sharp bone wings tore through the fabric on both sides of the dress and stretched out violently.

The ice-blue pupils narrowed into scarlet slits, appearing endlessly threatening, Kaierros used the shrouded shadows to add a solid barrier to the palace, then restrained his divine power, and spread his wings to the Forest of Floating Light.

At the same time, Orion and William Charles, the god of death, are facing each other.

"This is a rare opportunity." Orion repeated, "We can't let it go in vain."

William raised his eyebrows: "You can't let it go in vain. The undead will not participate in the war. This has been decided from the beginning."

"Yes, of course." He tapped his fingers on the marble table, "but plans can never keep up with changes. Once the holy war starts, Mithril and Murthak will definitely form two opposing forces. Neither the race nor the beast race can escape."

"Then go to Leander, don't come to me." William said indifferently, "The disaster of a race is that its main god issued a wrong decree. If you can’t afford the price, you’d better hire someone else.” After that, he left the Dark Temple without hesitation.

Orion slammed his fist on the table.

The fundamental reason why the undead tribe did not participate in the war was nothing more than to see the snipe and the clam fight and benefit from it.Jihad will kill a large number of elites, and some of these elites will always turn into undead and fall into the hands of the undead. All races will suffer certain losses after going through the holy war, and they will be in a very passive position in the face of the powerful undead.The most dire situation now is that Leander, the god of the orcs, thanked guests behind closed doors, and even recalled the heir who served as the envoy of the God of Light. All the letters sent by God were returned without opening, so Orion could not contact him at all.

Kylos controls at least two races, the Celestial Race and the Human Race.Philip Luisa, the god of human beings, trusts him quite well. Philip's daughter Serones has an ambiguous relationship with him, and Kairos even enjoys a part of the right to believe in the human race.

It's a bit of a hassle...

But Mithril was created by him after all, and no matter what attitude the orcs and undeads have, they can't escape this fact.In his place, he can come and go whenever he wants, and when something happens, he closes the door and thinks he can leave it alone?

Dream it.

Orion snorted coldly, the God of Light was no longer fit to stay in that position.When he created Mersac, he expanded a part of his territory, so he overdrawn much more energy than the God of Darkness. Maybe, his godhead...

Killing a first-generation god, the second and third generations can play almost insignificant effects, and can only deal a blow to its race.Orion pondered, it would be too high a price for him to personally kill Kylos, not to mention that there are problems with their godheads, two powerful people will either fall together, or both will suffer, no matter which one All of these are extremely detrimental to his rule.

But he still thought of someone.He spent nearly [-] years searching, expending countless manpower and financial resources, from Mosaac, Mithril, God Realm, to the Eternal Ruin, but there was no news of it.As long as this person—this person is willing to join, then he can guarantee that he will win undefeated.

The wind seeps through the cracks in the window, and the window is as gloomy as death.The sky was blackened like spilled ink, and large black clouds gathered here.He sat on the pure black throne, covered his eyes with his cuffs, and said word by word: "God of Chaos."

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Saint Zachary Jean stood in front of the huge French windows, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and the light flashed across the sky, reflecting his indifferent face pale.

The god behind him made Robinson's pointed ears droop low, and he concealed his doubts and turned to staring at the log floor intently.

Saint Zachary's voice was mixed with the thunder and reached his ears. Although the sky was roaring, believers could always be keenly aware of any orders from the Lord God. This was a habit developed over the years.His Lord God, his faith says, "Share your heart with me."

--What are you thinking?

"Why... why did you issue such a decree?"

"Everything is based on the interests of the elves." He lowered his eyelashes, "As the war spreads, a large number of troops will buy food from the elves, and the resources we can use are becoming less and less. If we refuse, it is extremely dangerous We may be besieged and robbed, and the secrets we want to hide will be made public. That day is enough to be the end of the elves. More importantly, once the war is over, the elves will be isolated by other races, and the scope of pollution will expand. This At any time, no matter which race is ready to move, it will deal a fatal blow to the elves."

Robinson was silent.

Only by using the reason of anti-northern growth of the tree of life in advance to move the elves north before the start of the war, living in seclusion in the cold forest of ice edge, under the protection of the goddess of ice and snow, Matilda Emerser, can the Safely escaped this catastrophe.It is too risky to go to the Forest of Ice Edge for high-quality food, and the ice and snow in the transportation are also very troublesome. All wise leaders would not choose this way, and the elves would not be charged with the crime of "not helping".The only flaw is that the seclusion of the elves will have a certain impact on diplomacy, but this is not a big problem in the eyes of the lonely elves.

"But..." Robinson hesitated, and finally said the worry buried in his heart, "What if the elves can't adapt to the environment of the Ice Edge Forest at all?"

"The Ice and Snow Goddess will protect the elves."

"No, what I mean is that on this migration road, all those who endured the pain of parting from their homeland may be ridiculed and incomprehensible by other races passing by, and they may also laugh at themselves for not understanding, and live a day-to-day life. The life of the wind drinking the dew. As the colder day, some elves will die and some elves will collapse. Most of them are just civilians. Their identities are destined not to understand your lofty will. They may be angry, complain, and fear , everyone has gone through too many ups and downs, but they didn't get the corresponding price, and when they really arrived at the forest of ice edge, I thought, when seeing this land covered only with ice, snow and silver trees, when the cold swept everyone When people are in their hearts, will they be desperate?"

Saint Zachary turned around and looked at Robinson. His light wheat-colored hair and emerald pupils were obviously childish. He remembered that his pupils were also pure emeralds a long time ago, as if hiding a small Small, robust forests.

His eyes unconsciously reveal the true emotions in his heart, which is a kind of compassion that does not match his age and is almost saintly.Saint Zachary stared at the young man, those complicated and turbulent emotions seemed to be unplugged, and strongly impacted his chest.

In the end, he could only repeat in an indifferent and cold tone: "Everything is based on the interests of the elves."

And now, his eyes were only a deep gray-green, a dead, mournful forest.

----Chapter19. Ominous&End----

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The names and titles of the gods of the seven races:

Nelson Perkin (Nelson Perkin) the main god of the dwarves, the god of forging Philip Louisa (PhilipLouisa) the main god of humans, the god of wisdom Karilos Seine (Karilos Seine) the main god of the heavenly clan, the god of light Orion Phaethon (OrionPhaethon) ) The main god of demons, the holy of darkness ZacharyJean, the main god of elves, the god of life, William Charles (William Charles), the main god of the undead, the god of death Leander Horace, the main god of beasts, the god of anger