Twenty Sided Dice

The acting lord of Heim Land and the commander of the Magic Warrior Corps, the female knight Mana gave up her viscount title, gave up her territory, gave up all her duties in Heim Land, and went to the Magic Temple to become a Paladin. Although it is still uncertain whether she is the chief of the Paladins, the current ceremonial force is only ten people, and it is not as good as a patrol team in Myr City.

This is undoubtedly a big change in the power class for Heimland. Whoever can take the place of the acting lord in place of Mana will control the direction of this powerful territory for a long time. The news that Siegel will hand over the lordship to his son Isaac has come out. Everyone knows that the young lord is still very young and needs someone to help manage most of the territorial affairs for a long time. It's not that Mistress Janet can't do well. After all, she has no actual power and responsibility in Heimland.

At this time, everyone wants to express themselves, but no one dares to take the lead easily. They are not facing a simple marquis-lord * division, but a true god. According to legend, gods are omnipotent (when all gods are added together), and their tempers are sometimes capricious. If you want to strive for a better position, you need to find the right time, especially when Siegel is in a good mood. when.

These people are destined to be disappointed. When Janet was in a bad mood, Siegel naturally bore the brunt and was depressed.

"Your temple is really interesting, one by one." Janet hugged Megan and said while breastfeeding: "Fortunately that Elsa didn't go, otherwise it would be complete. They say that the temple is of the gods. Home, it seems that you do think so too!"

"My home is here, with you, Isaac, and Meghan." Siegel can only explain: "By the way, who approved Mana's request to renounce her title and the oath of knighthood?"

"He found Isaac, and it was approved by the small council." Janet paused, and then said: "This... I also know about this matter. There was no way at that time, and Mana was determined to follow you to become a Paladin, she wanted to donate all her lands and possessions to the Temple of Magic, but Isaac stopped her from doing so."

Siegel snorted, "Don't cover it up for him. I can imagine how determined Mana was, but Isaac did what he wasn't supposed to do. Mana was my knight of allegiance, and only I could Release the oath. Even if I leave the title and Heimland to Isaac, Isaac has no power to manage until Mana re-swears allegiance with my consent."

"The oath? Mana didn't break or break the oath at all, she's still loyal to you because you're the **** of magic and she's a paladin of the **** of magic. It's more convenient now, she just prays and you can hear—don't Tell me you choose to listen or not, but you can hear it! And that Wendy, must be chattering in your ear!? Siegel, this thing makes me very unhappy, if not I can't beat you , I will beat you up!"

"If it's just a beating, you can do it at any time. I'm sure I won't fight back." Siegel squatted in front of Janet: "I respect the promise I made to you, I have strong restraint and restraint ability, this is what you need Have confidence in me. I can even cut off the fire and the priesthood and give it to people, just to complete the agreement between us. There are few gods who can do this kind of thing!"

"I'll listen to your explanation, and I'll watch you too." Janet pointed at Siegel and said, "The temple, you can go in whoever you want. I can't stop you if you have two more. But don't forget. , you are responsible for magic and knowledge, not impulse and love. A lot of people are staring at you, don't do things that destroy your happiness now!"

"Yes, I understand."

Although verbally this matter seems to have passed, the atmosphere in Myr City is still not very good. Although Janet didn't mention it again, she still rarely saw a smile on her face. Siegel knew it would take time and maybe distance, so he was ready to start his journey north.

He was accompanied by Janet on his first trip north. The two do not know what danger lies ahead, or know that there is danger ahead but do not take it to heart. At that time, they proceeded like an outing. When they encountered a river, they stopped to fetch water, catch fish, and when they encountered small animals, they shot them with bows and arrows or magic to make dinner. He never took too much, but he didn't feel wronged, so he went to the front line of the orc battlefield.

It is very different now. Siegel has become a god, and his safety is absolutely guaranteed when the highest power in the mortal world is a saint. He also no longer has to worry about catching fish and fetching water, nor does he need to find a safe place to sleep before night falls. If he let go of his breath, even if it showed a slight trace, the beasts either fled far away, or lay on the ground motionless; but if he completely restrained his breath, the beasts regarded him as a stone or a walking tree Skin.

If you want to keep mortals happy, you must have mortals' distress, which is almost an intractable contradiction for gods. Maybe it's not that the gods don't want to live longer by maintaining their mortal nature, but they simply can't.

This was originally a relaxing process. Through my own feet, I walked the past road and took a look at the past scenery to experience the mood of the year. Siegel even found the spot where he swore his oath under the stars, which had long since disappeared, and was covered in grass and sand like the surroundings. When he came to this place, Siegel didn't feel happy, sad, nostalgic or longing, just a calm mood like stagnant water. This was what frightened him the most. At this time, even the little depression in Myr City is much better than the current state.

"End this matter as soon as possible, and then go home." Siegel smoothed out the camping place with his hands, combined the teleportation technique and the random door, and accelerated the pace of progress.

After many years of war, the orcs of the northern wasteland have stabilized their positions and began to multiply again. Originally, the Jackdaw tribe had the opportunity to completely break up the social structure of the orcs and solve the long-standing troubles in the north. But in order to become the true king of the north, Kerry mobilized an army to occupy Waterdeep. The cunning merchant alliance in the city has long since transferred their industry and property, some to Tuer Harbor, and some to the Eastern Continent. Kerry eventually got a city that was almost smashed into ruins, and tens of thousands of war refugees waiting to be fed.

He did become king of the North, but instead of strengthening his power, Waterdeep slowed him down considerably. If these tens of thousands of prisoners are killed or used as slaves, it is likely to provoke a crusade from all the countries in the New World, and even Heim Land will have to send troops, which the Jackdaw tribe can't bear. Therefore, Kerry needs to spend a lot of effort in the rear to place these prisoners, and even the troops that could have gone to the north stayed at home to prevent "unstable" situations.

The orcs were given a chance to breathe, and they hurry to survive. Regardless of their means of survival, orcs are not fundamentally different from other races in terms of will.

Siegel continued north, into the wilderness where even well-built orcs, trolls, and giants would not venture. There is almost no grass here, and it is all black gravel. Occasionally the soil is hidden in the crevices of the rubble, and no plants appear at all. In fact, there are frequent storms here, and razor-edged rocks sweep across the land, killing all life.

In the end, it is not the thickness of the steel armor that determines the survival, but whether the soil can grow green. This is the role of the Mother Earth, the rules that belong to it. Magic doesn't help this place. Even if the storm is blocked by a force wall, can it still change the climate and geological environment of the whole place, thus triggering the occurrence?

Siegel encountered such a storm on his way north. Dark and grey, the rubble collided in the wind, rattling with sour teeth. For a split second, Siegel seemed to hear the sound of the bow breaking the waves, and the vibrations from under his feet were like the turbulence of the waves. He bowed his head and marched against the storm, the powerful body blessed by divine power ignored these terrifying blades, and the power of his mind fixed him firmly on the ground. He is a more powerful force than this storm. Whether it is power or destruction, God can do better.

When he walked out of the storm, there was only a layer of dust on his body, and there was no other damage. But when he photographed the dust, he was surprised to find that the dust was mixed with very tiny greens. This kind of root plant, which is even smaller than algae, is light and small, and the interior seems to be hollow, and a gust of wind can be rolled up into the sky. They stubbornly survive in the barren land, never growing up or getting taller, but they can always live.

Siegel carefully packed out some of the plants and sent them to his own kingdom of God. The magic academy destroyed by his battle with Liel is still being rebuilt. The restoration of the building is just a matter of thought, but to restore the previously removed room to normal, it will take Siegel to fully absorb the divine fire.

Continuing north, there is nothing on the ground, not even gravel. Here, the hall is flat like a temple, and the smooth, mirror-like stone slabs continue from the foot to the end of the sky. There is no wind, no snow, no vegetation or even sound, it is a completely isolated and remote place. As far as the eye can see, the only thing that is still changing here is the lightning that is constantly fired from the Wall of Storms.

The reason for this anomaly is the Wall of Storms. It's not just a collection of lightning, rain clouds, and tornadoes, but a destroyer of crystal wall rules. The state of "existence" begins to "disappear" when approaching the Wall of Storms, and gradually becomes a state of nothingness. Among all concepts, the most fragile is life, and it is also the first to disappear.

Walking on the flat ground here, feeling the hot and cold coming from the soles of the feet, even the magic **** felt threatened. The crystal wall is the container of rules, God is the special case and will of the rules, and the wall of storms is the source of the end and regeneration of everything. The rules that can be destroyed also include gods, so Siegel felt his skin tighten, and his mental tension was reasonable.

The sky quickly darkened, not because the sun was setting, but because the concept of light was disappearing. The Wall of Storms has changed from a bright light in the sky to a giant that needs to be looked up at. Each crimson lightning bolt has a thickness of 100 meters, carrying the power of Wan Jun, constantly blasting huge potholes on the ground.

Cracks developed on the edge of the pothole and continued to spread. If the cracks come together, they will peel the ground away, falling eternally into the storm of destruction, never to be seen again. At this time, there was a white light that kept filling the crack, eliminating the impact of the Destruction Lightning on the earth. So for many years, the Storm Wall has not been able to move forward, and the entire Thunder Wall world is temporarily safe.

Ask yourself, if you let yourself do the same thing for hundreds of thousands of years, or do it under surveillance and control, can you do it yourself? How deep does it take to persevere? Compared with this kind of perseverance, the humanity that has been wiped out by the fire seems too weak, right? If Shenhuo is the wall of the storm, then I hope that I also have the ability of ten-sided dice, I can persist, persist, and always maintain the strength of resistance.

However, where is the shadow of the dead? Siegel knew he had extraordinary eyesight and could look around and see nothing. At this moment, he felt the fluctuation of space magic, and someone was trying to teleport to him.

Another saint, exuding an endless breath of death. Siegel released the space lock to allow him to approach, but did not expect that he would actually be "she". What appeared in front of Siegel was a little girl, wrapped in a black cloak and a purple mask, leaving only gloomy brows and a straight nose, dark brown curly hair sticking out of the corner of the hood, and her hands. He was dragging a barbed whip that was two meters long. She looks only about ten years old. She should be the age when she likes to read and longs for the story of the princess knight, but she has become the manager of the dead soul, living in the place closest to nothingness in the world all day~www.novelmt.com~Magic Lord God, the God of Death has asked me to greet you and express my heartfelt disappointment that you have escaped death. May you enjoy the torment of the world and perish in the burning of the divine fire. "The girl of the **** of death has a clear and beautiful voice, but there is always a strange indifference that cannot be expressed." He also said, please don't bother to destroy me, just a saint, and there is no difference between death and immortality. "

Siegel looked down at her, the little girl really didn't have a trace of fear. The death of the saint of death is nothing more than returning home, so there is no point in scaring her. "What's your name? The Holy Spirit of Murder calls himself Chanem, how about you?"

"Death." The saint answered briefly.

"Okay, Miss Daisy, according to the agreement of the gods, I am here to see the situation of the shadow of the dead. Now there is nothing here, has the trouble been solved? You will not use such contradictory things to Repay the bill, right? (I agree to visit the Siccup Prison after solving the problem, but if there is no problem, won’t it be solved forever?)”

"Of course not, death is never a joke." The little girl gestured to Siegel, guiding him forward. "Your Majesty the Magic God, the shadow of the dead is here, let me introduce you to the situation." (To be continued.)