Twenty Sided Dice

According to Siegel's standard, races with the ability to cast teleportation spells are considered to have good magical talents and can be brought to the magic temple. ? This includes humans, elves, dwarves, gnomes, dragons, and more. The undead represented by the lich are also among them, and the mysterious Naga in the sea is also hard to come ashore, and is looking at the surrounding scene with big wet eyes.

Some races don't have such good spellcasting talents, but they are also large in number, such as orcs, halflings, wingmen, etc., and they also have a seat in the conference room. Originally, this room was not used for gathering a large number of people. After seeing the number of teleportation techniques used by the magic god, Golem Reid couldn't help but start to worry. However, as Siegel folded the space and forced the room to become larger, he sighed and at the same time felt relieved.

The clones kept bringing people to the conference and seated them. There are feuds between many races, with the orcs being the most hostile among them, and then the undead who are hated by all living creatures - but fortunately they haven't been in trouble for years, so there's no direct hatred yet. Siegel has absolutely no intention of mediating their grievances, so the request for each race is the same: sit tight, don't move, shut up! The coercion formed by Shenhuo is circling above everyone's heads all the time. It is not that no attempt has been made to break through this coercion, but that none of them have been able to succeed.

What Siegel stayed in the conference room was actually a clone, and his real body came to the starting point castle. There is also his last dice compatriot, wife of the starting point lord More, daughter of Dio: Nata.

He wouldn't find Nata directly and say to her, "Come with me." Maybe the green dragon did this, and then he was beaten and his whole body was broken. Siegel came to the City Lord's Mansion, knocked on Mor's door first, and then pushed it open.

"Lord Lord?!" Moore's eyes widened, and he dropped the report in his hand and jumped up. "I didn't know you were coming? Is there something wrong?"

Siegel glanced around the room. It still maintains simple and neat furnishings, and it is not because it is located in an important trade node, because wealth leads to luxury. "There's a meeting that needs you and your wife to attend. I'm here to pick you up."

Mole scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "I had a fight with her recently, and I'm arguing. I'm afraid she won't listen to me. Why don't I do it myself?"

"You can go if you don't, but Nata has to go." Siegel closed his eyes and opened them after a moment. "She's crying in the garden, let's find her."

"Cry? That's impossible, right? She just punches me?!"

"You are neither better than her, nor do you know her..." Siegel shook his head: "Forget it, I didn't teach you well. After all, I am only a little better than you myself."

Siegel deliberately made footsteps to inform Nata in advance that someone was coming. Taking advantage of the "warning" time of a few seconds, Nata packed up her face and hid her sad look. She was obviously stunned when she saw Siegel, "Lord Marquis, how did you get in?"

"Sorry, I didn't knock on the door, I came here directly with teleportation. But this time, I'm looking for you and Maul to go to Myr City. There is an important meeting." Siegel said straight to the point: " No matter what conflicts the two of you have, they are just trivial matters in life, and there is nothing that can't be overcome. Come on, I will take you here."

Nata looked at Moore and thought for a moment. She didn't want to go, but she also knew that Moore couldn't get off the stage, so she nodded. She let Maul hold her hand, and then walked into the portal opened by Siegel together.

There were dozens of Siegels in sight. Portals kept opening and closing, and every time a Siegel came in with someone of a certain race. "Now the lord of Heimland is Isaac. After the meeting, you should swear allegiance to him again." Siegel led More and Nata behind his son and prepared seats for them here. He reminded Nata with particular emphasis: "No matter what happens, just watch and listen, don't talk."

One after another, the clones that completed the leading task all gathered towards the "main body" sitting in the upper position, and then fused together. Siegel also returned to his standard, slowly withdrawing the deterrence of Shenhuo, so that those present could breathe a sigh of relief. After another few minutes, no one came, Siegel snapped his fingers, all the clones disappeared, and his voice spread to all corners of the venue.

Like the words in the Hall of Enlightenment, Siegel's words can be fully understood by any race. "The first news is that the end of the world is coming, and all the gods you are familiar with have retreated and left this world. Their divine power has also been drawn away, which is why priests cannot cast spells."

"I am the **** of magic now, and the only one left. I have only one purpose in convening this meeting, to save you." He knew that many people would ask questions, but now was not the time to answer, or to say there was no Time to give them an answer one by one.

Siegel took out the twenty-sided dice from his neck and turned off the "invisible" function so that everyone could see it clearly. Just like in the Magic Academy, he told everyone the whole thing.

"Everything started from the relationship between the wall of storms and the dice..." Siegel told the essence of the destruction storm, the origin and special role of the dice, the plans and arrangements of the gods, and what happened recently. When he took out the dice, Nata was already dumbfounded, and there was a surprised light in Moore's eyes. Evan knew the origin of the dice for a long time, but he had never heard of the secret behind it. While playing with the hundred-sided dice in his hand, he connected everything together. When every detail was perfectly explained, he truly believed Siegel's words.

If he was born with dice as the core, then there is no real blood lineage with the royal family of stars, which will directly threaten the foundation of his rule. Fortunately, Siegel did not say who the dice holder was except him, and kept this secret for Evan. But Evan decided to talk to Siegel after the meeting. There must be a perfect solution to this matter.

Janet sat next to Isaac with Meghan in her arms. She never knew there was so much going on, and now she doesn't know what to say. It turned out that from the very beginning, the thirst for knowledge of the gods turned into greed, which led to everything after that. Siegel went out again and again, and it turned out to be a piece of pure land that he was constantly trying to take from the hands of God. In order to realize a beautiful, safe and happy home, for this dream, it turned out that he paid so much.

"The fact that you became a magic **** led directly to the departure of the gods, didn't it?"

Siegel naturally heard this voice, and the pious elf had not yet woken up from the state of losing his divine power. "Yes, you are right. But the most fundamental reason is that the Elf God thinks that your group of elves has no need to save, and no one cares if you die in this part of the multiverse. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

His fingers passed from every race, orcs, dwarves, halflings. "I'm not targeting anyone, but all of you here are abandoned things! There is only one way now, save yourself. If any of you still want to waste your precious time, go to the gods who abandoned you and ask clearly, please Feel free. I'm not responsible for explaining anything to other gods, I'm just talking about my own plan!"

The venue fell silent, and the whispers disappeared. Although the representatives of many races were still immersed in grief, they had to get up and listen to the thoughts of the magic gods first.

"The world of Thunderwall has become very unstable. Although I love this land, I don't have much confidence that I can stop the advance of the Wall of Storms. Therefore, it is necessary to evacuate here, and at least make most of them without magic. All civilians who are capable are evacuated. I will open portals around the world so that you can collect supplies, organize things, and spread the word.”

"The only place that can be guaranteed at present is the world of goblins, at least deep underground to avoid foreign dust." Siegel glanced at Evan: "Although the environment on the ground was completely destroyed by the war, fortunately that planet There is no rupture. All creatures with the ability to dig caves must all gather together, plus all the dwarves, to build underground shelters for the entire Thunderwall world."

The king of dwarves stood up and said, "Your Excellency the Magic God, I'm not raising an objection, but such a large project cannot be completed in a hurry, and it is impossible for the dwarves to work indefinitely."

"We undead can do it," said a lich, "but I need a license. I want all the corpses on the Thunderwall continent~www.novelmt.com~ to be transformed into skeletons and zombies. Of course, in order to take care of you living creatures. The meaningless feelings of the people, we will not move those places where there are tombstones."

"This? This is absolutely impossible. The undead are evil, and if they increase in large numbers, they will cause trouble!" The dwarf king blew his beard: "We dwarves will not work with skeletons!"

Siegel looked at the dwarf king, tapped the table lightly, and said, "Well, you go to the oracle of the dwarf **** and ask him if he is against it. If he is against it, by the way, ask who will come to the rescue. You dwarves. Of course, if he doesn't object, you can do the work honestly, saving yourself and others."

"Smack, smack, Master Magic God is right." The lich gave a weird laugh: "In fact, we undead do not consume food, nor do we need to drink water or breathe, and are the most suitable race for immigrating to alien planets. We are determined and absolute. , Fully support the will of the Magic God!"

"Don't talk nonsense, or you will live on the surface of the goblin world. In fact, I have always wanted to know the effect of dust radiation on undead." Siegel said. "At the same time, spellcasters of all races with plane travel ability must do one thing. Find a half plane or crystal wall that is large enough to live in. If there is such an option, it is better to live on the ground than everyone else. It's much better to be stuck underground." (To be continued.)