As soon as Abel returned to Battle God Doff's holy kingdom, he immediately went to the training room in the golden castle. From there, he entered the Dark World and began his daily training and battles.
The next morning, when he returned from the Dark World, he saw the God of Black Fog following the other reborn divine spirits and learning from Doff the God of War. That was when he realized that he had forgotten something yesterday.
He had forgotten to take back the God of Black Fog's divine artifact, the Black Fog Robe. It was a divine artifact that the God of Black Fog had specially made for himself. It could increase his combat power.
Abel entered the soul of the God of Black Fog through the soul contract again, "Recall!"
In a holy kingdom above the Crazy Heart Hill, the God of Death was fully focused on strengthening the sacred runes on his holy kingdom.
This was the eternal work of a god. As long as a god wanted to become stronger, they would never stop strengthening and studying the sacred runes.
The same was true for the God of Death. This kind of boring work had become a habit for him.
Gods weren't the only ones who were comfortable. The ones who were comfortable were those who didn't want to improve themselves.
Just like War God Doff, ever since he became a god spirit and had a god kingdom, he would only stop drawing runes when he needed to fight for his master. Normally, he would never rest, and he would never stop drawing runes.
Suddenly, the God of Death stopped drawing sacred runes. He sensed that something was wrong with the black robe he was wearing.
The black robe he was wearing was a divine object, but it wasn't made by him. It was made by the God of Black Fog, who was also an orc god.
This black mist robe had been with him for thousands of years. He wanted to study the secrets of the god of black mist, so he tried everything he could to get it from the wizard union.
After the God of Black Fog was defeated and captured, this robe was placed in the exhibition hall of the Wizard Union headquarters, just like the other divine items of other gods.
The Death God was afraid that after losing its ownership, the Black Mist Robe would lose the black mist ability that came from the God of Black Mist, so the Death God didn't remove its ownership.
Of course, the God of Death didn't believe that the God of Black Fog could escape from the powerful Wizard Union.
If it fell into the hands of the Wizard Union, it would be like the God of Black Fog would never be revived.
"The God of Black Fog is revived!" After sensing the abnormality of the Black Mist Robe, an inconceivable thought popped up in Death's mind.
It was also because of his surprise that he did not immediately stop the recall of the Divine Artifact 'Black Mist Robe'.
One of the reasons he was afraid of the God of Black Fog was because the Grim Reaper, who was from the same era as the God of Black Fog, knew very well how terrifying the God of Black Fog was.
He was afraid that the God of Black Fog would directly kill all the orc followers in the Crazy Heart Hill if he didn't recall the robe.
If it was any other God, it would be impossible for them to do such a thing, but if it was the God of Black Mist, it was entirely possible.
It was precisely because of this contradictory mentality that the Black Mist Robe became more and more illusory until it finally disappeared from his body.
The God of Death stood in the God Kingdom. He didn't care that he was naked.
He wanted to go to the Wizard Union and see why the God of Black Fog escaped from the Wizard Union headquarters.
"Could it be when the Wizard Union headquarters was attacked a few days ago?" The God of Death immediately thought of what happened a few days ago. The Wizard Union was hiding something, but he guessed it.
While the God of Death was guessing, the Winterhoof Empire was in a state of excitement and madness.
Ever since they woke up in the morning, the Minotaurs walked out of their tents and saw a green grassland. In this weather, the dry wind was filled with moisture that shouldn't be there.
It was as if their world was washed by water in just one night.
In the old temple of the Winterhoof Empire, an old Minotaur saw the light flashing on the statue of the God of Death.
This was the last temple of the God of Black Fog in this world. If it wasn't for the fact that this temple was too small and broken, the Wizard Union would've cleaned it up a long time ago.
Due to the stubbornness of the Minotaurs, this temple was worshipped by a family of Minotaurs for thousands of years.
The old Minotaur kneeled heavily on the ground and let out a cry that sounded like crying and laughing at the same time.
In the palace of the Winterhoof Empire, Emperor Morba received the news and gathered his ministers for a discussion.
Other than the ministers, there were also two archpriests of the empire. They were all the archpriests of the Winterhoof Empire.
Emperor Morba looked at the Minotaurs in the palace and lowered his voice, "I sensed the return of the great God of Black Fog. At this time, the return of the great God of Black Fog will bring unpredictable changes to the empire. Today, I invited you to discuss how to deal with it!"
Because they had lost their faith for too long, almost none of the Minotaurs in this land of faith still had faith.
It was the same for Emperor Morba. He was thinking more about the fate of the Winterhoof Empire instead of welcoming the return of the God of Black Fog.
A Minotaur minister bowed and said, "Your Majesty Morba, the opportunity for the Winterhoof Empire to become stronger is here. The great God of Black Fog will bring us a rich grassland and a seed of worship like the Crazy Heart Empire!"
Another Minotaur minister objected, "No, if we worship the God of Black Fog now, the Wizard Union will target us. Our days will be even harder!"
The discussion had just begun, but two opposing voices were already in the palace.
One side wanted to welcome the return of the God of Black Fog, while the other side was afraid of the Wizard Union and wanted to maintain the current situation.
The dozen or so tauren ministers were all arguing, and the hall was in a state of chaos.
"Shut up! What do you think this place is?" His Majesty Morba roared furiously. After the hall had quietened down, he bowed to the two high priests who had not spoken and asked, "May I know what the two high priests think?"
Archpriest Dodgson said coldly, "Your Majesty Morba, do you think weak existences like us can change the decision of the gods?"
He then looked at both sides with a mocking gaze. It was like he was looking at a bunch of clowns.
He continued, "The great God of Black Fog has returned. Judging from the changes in the Winterhoof Grassland today, this place is still the land of faith of the great God of Black Fog. We are all living in this land of faith, and you are still considering whether or not to worship the gods!"
In fact, no one would have expected that the God of the Black Fog would regain control of the land of faith once he returned from a long slumber due to the existence of the last dilapidated temple that had been consecrated all along.
In this land of faith, the God of Black Fog had absolute control.
If one didn't believe in the God of Black Fog, then the God of Black Fog had many ways to make those who didn't believe in him die or leave this land.
A Minotaur minister suggested, "How about we ask the Wizard Union for help?"
At that moment, he began to have evil thoughts towards the God of Black Fog. The God of Black Fog, who was in the god kingdom of War God Doff, instinctively felt the evil thoughts from the land of faith.
This kind of evil thoughts that directly targeted the owner of the land of faith was as eye-catching as a candle in the dark night.
The God of Black Fog also learned how to control the land of faith through its communication with War God Doff.
As the Minotaur minister's evil thoughts were born, the God of Black Fog's counterattack followed.
As soon as the Minotaur minister finished speaking, a black fog appeared on his body, and he couldn't help but kneel on the ground.
It didn't stop there. The seemingly weightless black fog pressed down on the Minotaur minister like a mountain.
The Minotaur minister's kneeling body was pressed into the hard stone floor of the palace. What was strange was that his body wasn't damaged at all. His entire body was perfectly embedded in the stone floor.
There was no more sound in the palace. The Minotaur minister couldn't help but swallow his saliva. He felt a lingering fear in his heart.
Archpriest Dodgson coldly said, "He dares to make an enemy out of a great god in the land of faith? What a fool!"
He didn't care about the return of the God of Black Fog at all. He was already an archpriest. To him, the possibility of going further was very low. Even the gods couldn't help him.
However, his descendants had to live on the Winterhoof Grassland. He wouldn't do anything against the God of Black Fog.
"Announce to all the tribes that the great God of Black Fog has returned. The gods of faith will live forever!" Emperor Morba looked at the Minotaur ministers in the palace and didn't listen to their opinions. Instead, he directly gave the order.
He could see that after what just happened, the Minotaur people here wouldn't oppose the return of their faith.
At this moment, the God of Death descended on his representative and flew towards the Winterhoof Empire.
He didn't enter the Winterhoof Grassland. Instead, he stopped in the air and looked towards the Winterhoof Grassland.
He didn't need to enter the grassland to know that the God of Black Fog had indeed resurrected. The Winterhoof Grassland was now a land of faith.
In the next two days, the Crazy Heart Kingdom issued many orders. Many of them were biased towards the Crazy Heart Kingdom and the Winterhoof Empire.
The most important thing was the issue of the sacrificial resources. Originally, the Winterhoof Empire's sacrificial resources were forcefully traded to the Crazy Heart Kingdom.
Now, the Crazy Heart Kingdom would no longer forcefully trade with the Winterhoof Empire.
This was the reaction of the God of Death's will. It was afraid. It was afraid of the crazy God of Black Fog.
The Wizard Union also knew what happened in the Winterhoof Empire. Although the Wizard Union's intelligence department suffered an unprecedented blow, something this big couldn't be hidden.
However, the Wizard Union didn't do anything. The timing was too bad.
When the Wizard Union found out that the Winterhoof Grassland was now a land of faith, they knew that the God of Black Fog had resurrected.
With the Wizard Union's attitude towards the gods, there was no way they would let something like this happen.
However, they hesitated. There were a few reasons why they didn't dare to make a move.
First, they knew who saved the God of Black Fog. They didn't know what kind of agreement the God of Black Fog had with Abel, but if they were to attack the land of faith of the God of Black Fog, they would be making an enemy out of Abel.
Second, the Wizard Union didn't want to start a war of gods in the Central Continent.
The Nation of God had been harassing the Howling Castle recently. Even the Doomsday Defense Wall had been attacked a few times. Also, the number of Holy Knight in the Nation of God was increasing. There were now seven of them, which was a huge threat to the Wizard Union.
Third, the land of faith didn't appear now. It only appeared when the God of Black Fog returned to the Nation of God. There was no reason for the Wizard Union to talk to Abel about this.
They couldn't ask Abel about a land of faith that appeared thousands of years ago, could they?
Most importantly, the Wizard Union knew that the God of Hill and the God of Black Fog had been resurrected, but they didn't know about the other two gods.
No matter what, Abel had gained two more god-level combatants, and they were combat-class divine spirits.
The power of combat-class divine spirits could be seen from Doff the God of War.
These were powerful combatant class gods that had been around for countless years. Once they fully recovered, they were not something a god-ranked wizard could fight against.
The Wizard Union didn't have to worry about the dragons anymore. Just the power that Abel had was enough to make them treat their relationship with Abel seriously.
If they didn't have 100% confidence in killing Abel, they would have to maintain their relationship with Abel. At the very least, they couldn't be enemies.
The Wizard Union could no longer fight on two fronts. The Nation of God alone was enough to keep the Wizard Union busy. Every few days, there would be a holy war. The intensity of the holy war was enough to make every wizard feel tired.
If they were to make an enemy out of Abel, who had the same power as the Wizard Union, the consequences would be disastrous.
Abel didn't know about this. All he knew was that the Winterhoof Grassland, the land of faith of the God of Black Fog, suddenly had a lot of followers.
Although these followers weren't very strong, there were hundreds of thousands of new followers every day, which made him very excited.
The Winterhoof Empire was the Orc Empire. It was a large empire with more than a hundred million Taurens.
In other words, his God of Black Fog would have more than a hundred million followers. In order to get more followers for his angelic body, he had Thief God Milton slaughter the Nation of God for a long time, but he only had twenty million followers.
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