The rain gradually stopped.
As the evening came, the group finally chose to camp. They had been traveling in the rain for a whole day. If they continued like this, the people and horses would not be able to hold on. There was a hubbub of voices outside. Because it had just rained, it was not easy to make a bonfire. Many soldiers could only soak dry food in water and swallow it. However, it was impossible to do without a bonfire at night. Everyone was soaked and exposed to the cold wind for a night. They would be affected by it tomorrow. These soldiers did not have many extraordinary physiques.
Sir Eden sent someone to find some dry firewood, and he ordered another person to prepare a small stove and send it to the carriage.
The team had a charcoal stove, a delicate and small copper stove, which could be used to cook something directly with charcoal, but only enough for one or two people. The inside of the carriage was like another space. Everything outside would not disturb here. It seemed that there was some invisible force. The others became very quiet when they approached the carriage.
Time passed little by little.
The sky gradually darkened. A bonfire was lit outside, and the soldiers cooked a large pot of meat soup.
Sir Eden casually ate some dry food, then drank a large bowl of thick soup. Then he began to arrange the sentries for the night watch. He was a veteran who retired from the battlefield. The title of Sir was given by his master. After his master passed away, he became loyal to the eldest daughter of the family. In the Valoran Duchy, there was no saying that only men could inherit the title. The eldest daughter and the second daughter also had a certain inheritance right.
After arranging the sentries for the night watch, Sir Eden wanted to see the carriage.
But as soon as he walked near the carriage, he felt that it was better not to disturb them at this time, so he turned back to the bonfire.
It was very quiet in the carriage.
Of course, this was just because the people outside couldn't hear it.
In fact, since night fell, the young man in front of Caitlin's face became distorted. He seemed to be suffering great pain. He held his head with both hands and made a terrible roar.
She felt scared!
Then she blacked out and didn't know anything.
Sizzle.
The strong wooden board of the carriage was easily crushed by the young man like tofu. If the masked woman next to him didn't help to calm him down, the carriage would have been torn to pieces in the blink of an eye.
"Master!"
The masked woman pressed her hand on the young man's forehead and said softly: "Relax! Relax! Relax! "
"Let my soul be one with you! I will help you share the pain! … My master! You have to open your mind! … You have to open your mind! Otherwise, your mortal body wouldn't be able to withstand the enormous amount of information from the gods! … "
"You'll go crazy!"
"You'll really go crazy! … Let me enter your heart! … Otherwise, I won't be able to help you cut off these faith connections! That was the connection of faith that belonged to the previous god! His power is interfering with you! You must learn to reject these beliefs! You are the supreme God! … You are the supreme god! … and not a tool that was kidnapped by faith! … Let me help you cut off all the faith connections! Then, you can rebuild your kingdom! … "
"Otherwise!"
"The will of the previous god will replace you! He will use your body as the host for his resurrection! … "
"Abandon these beliefs! … "
"The one they serve is not you! What you need is a new faith! A new kingdom! … My master! … Let me help you sever everything! … "
"These old beliefs should be buried together with the dead gods! … "
An invisible psionic force field spread out.
The masked woman held the young man's hands and then put her forehead on his. In an instant, her face became pale, and the young man's distorted face gradually relaxed.
Pain.
The masked woman was suddenly soaked, and sweat slid down her pale cheeks. In just a moment, she seemed to hear countless voices and see countless pictures. A huge amount of information hit her brain. Even if she used to be a psionic warlock with a profession level of more than 30, at this moment, she felt completely overwhelmed.
Too much!
There were too many!
The call of mortals, the prayers of believers, terrible dreams, everything poured into her mind like a torrent.
…
Autumnfall.
This once prosperous city had now become a bit dilapidated. The decline of Whiterun began to affect here, and another thing that happened recently hit Autumnfall even harder.
The priests lost their connection with the gods.
The restless enemies began to harass them frequently. Without the power of the priests, the soldiers suffered heavy losses. What was more terrible was that the news seemed to be impossible to hide. More and more people felt panic, and the enemy's attacks became more frequent. Bad news was sent back here one by one. A large number of refugees gathered outside the city. Without the protection of the gods and the divine spells of the priests, within a radius of hundreds of kilometers around Autumnfall, the half-elf towns and villages were attacked.
Gnolls, orcs, ogres …
These monsters that they had chased away all those years ago suddenly returned here, as if they wanted to take back this fertile land.
"Archbishop! Not good! "
There was a rush of footsteps, and then a young trainee priest quickly came near the square.
He whispered a few words in the ear of a middle-aged priest, and then the middle-aged priest's face changed greatly, and he quickly rushed to the location of the temple.
The temple of the god of half-elves and rogues.
This was his largest temple in the material plane and the center of his faith in the mortal world.
As the successor of the god of thieves, the god of half-elves and rogues lost too much power in the struggle of the gods. Because he failed to master the realm of shadow, the rogues' faith began to be given to the Lord of Shadows, the Goddess of Fortune, and the Lady of Night. He, who only inherited a weak clergy, had no choice but to spread the realm of faith to his own race. That was the half-elves, who were sandwiched between humans and elves, had always been in an awkward position.
So his first clergy was [half-elves], and then [rogues].
Half-elves were his main source of faith.
He once relied on the half-elves' faith to promote to [Lesser Divine Power]. Unfortunately, because of the failure of the struggle in the realm of rogues, he was beaten back to [Lesser Divine Power] by the Lord of Shadows.
Now he fell into the mortal world as the first batch of gods and eventually died in the hands of the Demigod Vampire.
The glory of the temple was very dim.
As the largest temple of the gods in the material plane, all the changes here meant a lot of things.
The glory of divinity was declining.
From the moment the god of half-elves and rogues fell into the mortal world, the glory of this temple had dimmed a lot. But fortunately, the decline gradually stopped. Although the power of the temple weakened a lot, it still retained part of it, which made many believers feel a glimmer of hope. But not long ago, another amazing thing happened. That was, the statue of the god of half-elves and rogues in the temple suddenly became dim and completely lost its power, just like an ordinary statue.
This process lasted for a whole day.
By the next day, these statues seemed to have regained their power, and a glimmer of divinity appeared again.
Although it was very weak.
But at least there was still hope!
But.
Now, what happened in front of them made all the believers pale. In the eyes of the middle-aged priest, the statue of the God of Half-elves and Rogues standing in the center of the temple gradually lost all its divine brilliance. There was still residual power in the temple, but there was no trace of divine power in the statue. Cracks appeared, and in their dull eyes, the statue erected in the center of the temple suddenly collapsed!
Buzz!
It was like the power of a certain source had been destroyed.
With this temple as the center, all the statues that served the God of Half-elves and Rogues became dim, and some even had cracks on them.
Finally!
In all the temples that served him, the divine power radiance on the idols disappeared one after another, turning them into completely ordinary objects!
He had fallen.
The god had fallen!
This time, it was a complete fall, and there was nothing left!
His divine name had passed away.
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