Broad World

With the collapse of the inner world, the eyes once again fell into the boundless darkness.

cold!

pain!

Lonely!

fear!

All the negative emotions flooded into the brain in just a split second.

"Ah!!!!" Henry yelled, opened his eyes and got up from the ground, panting heavily, with beads of sweat all over his forehead.

Soon, he noticed that the wound on his chest pierced by the long sword was rapidly healing, and the strangled heart also returned to normal inexplicably, and began to beat strongly.

"Plop! Plop! Plop!"

The blood circulation brought energy to every cell again, the skin that was as cold as a corpse gradually regained its ruddy luster, and the weak limbs became as strong and powerful as before after a while, and at the same time the arm that was impacted by the divine power was It slowly returned to normal. Although the hand hadn't grown out yet, the remaining death force on it had been completely expelled, and it seemed that there was no serious problem.

After confirming that the body had been fully revived, Henry raised his head to observe the surrounding situation.

Not far away, Colby was fighting with Selvetam. Relying on wearing the "Pain Armor" on his body, he completely traded injuries for his life, and suddenly drove the demigod into a hurry, and there were already several bloody wounds on his body. **Long**Wind** .cf. From this, we can see why spellcasters are so keen on creating life and species. Because even after the caster dies, these created guys will still carry out the orders in life, and will not let go until they die or the task is completed, such a loyal subordinate. Not even the most brutal tyrant can find fault with it.

the other side. There are two other people who are tensely confronting each other. One of them was a dark elf woman who was nearly three meters tall and completely naked. She holds a broadsword in her hand, and has long flowing silver hair that falls from the top of her head to her heels. The flashing light all over her body makes her look as if she is wrapped in an ever-changing curtain.

Anyone with a little common sense can easily recognize that this is the only kind god among the dark elf gods, Eilistraee, who has the titles of Dark Maiden and Dancing Lady.

And opposite her, stood a dark elf man wearing a mask. This guy was wearing a very long black cape. In the dark area where you can't see your fingers, the stars and the moon are actually reflected, and the whole body exudes a cold and mysterious atmosphere, which is not a good bird at first glance.

Henry searched the knowledge about the gods in his brain as quickly as possible, and soon found the answer. Obviously, he is the dark elves' god of conspiracy and evil, Velen, son of Lolth and Corellon, brother of Eilistraee, and father of Selvetarm. A god who is conceited, arrogant, and equally vengeful. I really didn't expect that the situation has developed to this point. Almost every deity that the dark elves believe in has made an appearance, of course. Except for Gwannard, the god of ooze monsters who is not quite normal. It only cares about whether believers offer sacrifices on time, and it doesn't care about life or death at all.

The two gods obviously didn't notice that Henry was still resurrected, and they were still watching each other carefully. They are also weak divine powers, so the power is not far behind, maybe a small mistake is enough to cause fatal consequences.

"Get out of here immediately, Velen. I will never allow you to steal the power that belongs to that human mage." Eilistraee warned loudly, widening her eyes.

"Steal? No, my dear sister, that's not the right word. The human is dead, and I just want his body. Step aside, I don't have time to play games with you right now." Saying that, Velen drew out the dagger hanging from his waist. He hid in the dark just now and witnessed the entire process of the destruction of Rose's avatar, especially the explosion that destroyed everything at the end, so he wanted to get the information no matter what.

With this, he can directly resist his mother's rule, let more dark elves believe in him, and return to the surface when the time is right to establish an eternal kingdom belonging to the dark elves.

Of course, all this is still in the fantasy stage for the time being. Because Rose's power is too powerful, so powerful that even if several other dark elf gods unite, they will not be opponents. But this time she lost an important incarnation, so she gave Velen a perfect opportunity. As the God of Conspiracy, if she didn't even make good use of this theory, she would be too sorry for the priesthood she had mastered.

Eilistraee had known her brother's plan for a long time, so she raised her broadsword without showing any weakness: "Since you want to do it, I will accompany you at any time. But no matter what, you don't want to get anything today."

"Haha! Don't be so nervous, relax, my sister. As you can see, the power is so powerful that we can cooperate completely. Think about it, once the mother is defeated, then the entire dark elf group can be controlled by the two of us." Divide. I can fulfill my dream and return to the surface, and you can return some of it to goodness, perfect win-win, no?"

The immediate threat failed, and Velen began to seduce and win over again. He is very clear that not all the gods who are paying attention here have shown up. For example, the lost lady Shar who sent him the news must also be spying in secret. If he doesn't get it quickly, it may be a waste of work.

In the struggle between gods and gods, until the last moment, no one can be sure whether they have gained an advantage. After all, they themselves represent infinite possibilities, and any mistake will be magnified dozens or even hundreds of times. Throughout the history of Faerun Continent, countless gods have fallen due to a small incident, so the current gods are all changed. You have to be extra careful, especially this guy who is busy with schemes and schemes. He is a rabbit, and he will get nervous whenever there is trouble.

"Stop dreaming, I won't do such depraved things for the sake of power." Eilistraee refused without thinking. What she hates the most is the guy who hurts others for no reason, and encourages believers to fight against evil deeds. How could such a god agree to such a cooperation full of intrigues.

A red light suddenly appeared in Velen's eyes, followed by a piercing sneer: "Hey hey hey! Then I'm going to say I'm sorry, sister, it was you who started this fight."

As soon as the voice fell, he disappeared in the blink of an eye. There was no sign, nor did he jump into the shadow plane, and just disappeared out of thin air. It was neither magic, nor magic, nor was it a stealth skill of thieves.

"clang!"

With the crisp sound of weapons colliding, the god of conspiracy suddenly appeared. The dagger in his hand was blocked by Eilistraee, who was holding a broadsword, and the sneak attack did not achieve any effect.

Suddenly, two flames appeared in the air, one was pure white, exuding vigorous vitality, and the other was black and red, full of destruction and rage. As if they had eyes, they rushed towards Velen, followed by a loud noise.

"boom!"

Velen, who couldn't dodge in time, found that his hand holding the weapon was disappearing rapidly. It looked like he had been hit by a dissociation technique. In just the blink of an eye, his entire arm disappeared. He didn't even feel the slightest pain, as if the broken arm didn't belong to him.

Eilistraee was stunned!

This is the incarnation of the gods. The strength of the flesh itself is not inferior to any fine steel, not to mention the maintenance of divine power. The magic resistance is frighteningly high. Spells below level five are basically like scratching an itch. At most, it can only hurt epidermis. But the two flames just now forcibly disintegrated an arm, completely subverting her worldview.

Walking unhurriedly, Henry came to the two gods and bowed slightly: "I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, but I have to stand up and declare one thing, anyone or god wants to hit me If you have an idea, then you must be prepared to be retaliated. I don’t care what kind of power you have, how many believers, and how many allies you have, because they are meaningless in front of my power. It was just a lesson, if you Next time, I'm afraid you will have to say goodbye to this incarnation."

After finishing speaking, two cold lights shot out from his eyes, and instantly locked onto Velen. He stretched out a hand, and suddenly released two flames. It was exactly the one black and one white that appeared out of thin air just now. It looked so powerful and powerful. weird.

"Cursed fire?!!!" Eilistraee cried out in a voiceless voice. She and the Goddess of Magic are close allies, and even have a voter in common, that is, Kuilu, one of the Seven Sisters of the Northland, a beautiful and kind dark elf priestess, so she is quite aware of this pure raw magic energy. flame.

In fact, there are only two types of people on the continent of Faerun who can use this power, one of them is the chosen ones of the Goddess of Magic, who have been given the right to use silver fire, and can even simulate various magical effects, including damage , healing, assistance, and most importantly, it can repair the dead magic area, penetrate all magic protection and directly burn the target, which is the power that any spellcaster dreams of.

The other is the Austrian fire, which can only be mastered by those arch (mage) masters who have conducted in-depth research on wild magic. It looks like a red energy arrow, made entirely of unprocessed raw energy, although the effect is not as powerful as the silver fire, but it is not much worse. It's just that you have to pay some price, a very expensive price, such as permanently losing a ninth-level spell slot.

As we all know, the ninth-level spell slot can only be obtained by spellcasters who have more than seventeen episodes, and it itself represents the strongest spell below the legend, so not many people are willing to give up voluntarily, so the entire Faerun continent can cast the spell fire ability There are very few people, and almost all of them are famous.

Of course, there are exceptions to everything, and there are some talented guys who can also master and use this ability. According to legend, in the entire main plane, there is only one person who truly masters the power of the cursefire in a period of time, and the current controller is called Sandra Sissel, a born cursefire messenger.

She is the daughter of the mage Gansold and the adventurer Damaser. She was just a maid working in a tavern in her early years. Like all the orphans who lost their parents in the world, she looked so ordinary, even a little pitiful. . But the situation changed very quickly. The girl inherited her mother's blood and was destined not to live an ordinary life.