Under the quiet night sky.
Søren stood at the top of the Wizard Tower and looked down at the whole city of Mordor. The stars in the night sky were getting dimmer and dimmer.
The power of the gods had declined very badly. Basically, most of the gods had fallen to the mortal world. After the initial careful hiding, some gods began to appear in the eyes of the world. The Halfling Divine System had moved to the Shire, the Lord of Light had completed the control of the southern region, the Queen of Spiders had unified the Drows in the Underdark, and the Elven Divine System had gathered together at this moment.
It was obvious.
As the Avatar Crisis became more and more intense, the gods had a strong sense of uneasiness.
Søren silently looked at the city under his feet. The city of Mordor was very quiet at night. There were no pedestrians on the streets, only the faint light of magic crystal lamps. Every once in a while, a patrol would pass by.
The devils could not find any opportunity here.
"Haven't you slept yet?"
With a faint fragrance, the figure of Fallen Witch appeared behind Søren.
Søren did not look back, but whispered: "Since I became a god, sleep is no longer necessary for me. Maintaining sleep is just a habit. "
Fallen Witch did not speak.
She just walked to Søren side by side and whispered: "You seem a little confused."
Søren was silent.
Fallen Witch did not stop and continued: "I can feel it. You are making a very important decision! This decision may change the whole world! "
"You are a little hesitant."
"It seems that you know what kind of change your decision will bring! This makes you feel uneasy and hesitant! "
"This is the first time I have seen you show such an expression."
"Do you know?"
"I am very curious about what you are going to do! But I know I can't ask, but I will patiently wait for the day you tell me! "
Do you feel it?
Søren was still silent. He was indeed making a very important decision, which would inevitably change the whole world. As the two women closest to him, Gloria and Fallen Witch seemed to have noticed it, but Gloria didn't ask.
The Fallen Witch took a deep breath. The night wind blew her long hair. She turned to the side and smiled at Søren. "No matter what decision you make," she said softly.
"I will always be by your side."
"Maybe you don't believe me now, but one day I will prove it."
The Fallen Witch looked at Søren seriously.
Compared with the past, she had changed a lot during this period of time in Mordor City. She was less frivolous and more stable. Unconsciously, Corinna began to have the air of a leader. She was no longer as paranoid as she used to be. She had changed a lot. Although it was indescribable, it could be felt.
"The operation of the elemental furnace has been completed."
Fallen Witch didn't continue the topic. Instead, she said seriously, "I need the core knowledge about [Elemental Fission]."
"If it can be successful."
"The energy generated should be enough to make the whole Mordor City float."
"But."
"Before that, I may need to leave for a while."
Søren frowned slightly, turned around and said, "Leave? Where to? "
Fallen Witch gently lifted her long hair, which was almost the same as Gloria's. She said slowly, "Sigil City!"
Sigil City.
The territory of Lady of Pain.
Søren looked serious and whispered, "Why do you suddenly want to go to this place? Although it has opened the door, it is still very dangerous for the outside world. "
Sigil City was a very special place.
There were many terrible things in this city, some of which even the gods couldn't fight against!
Fallen Witch said seriously, "I need the knowledge about extradimensional fortresses. The closure of Sigil City began during the destruction of the Arcane Empire. There should be something I need there."
"As for a little danger."
"Everything we do is risky! Isn't it? "
Fallen Witch decided to go to Sigil City. This news was not good for Søren.
But her decision was not wrong, because Sigil City did have what they needed. As a god, Søren had some places that were difficult to set foot in, and Sigil City was one of them.
Lady of Pain did not welcome any gods.
As a mortal and a legendary spellcaster, it was much easier for Fallen Witch to enter Sigil City than for Søren.
"I won't leave right away."
Fallen Witch hesitated for a moment, then said, "This operation is not led by me alone. The Eye of the North will also go with me. "
"Many witches have lost their ability to cast spells."
"The Eye of the North and the Archmages of the Wizard Alliance will act together, hoping to find information about the Arcane Empire in Sigil City so that most of the spellcasters can recover their abilities."
It was the aftermath of the collapse of the Magic Net.
Without the Magic Net, the wizards could only move forward on the path of the Arcanists.
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The 422nd floor of the Abyss. Cursed Throat.
The barbaric nature of the Gnolls doomed them to be careless. Among the countless mortal slaves enslaved by the Gnolls, some people were constantly obsessed with escaping.
Yenogu's believers and other dangerous predators filled the Ooze Forest, and the greedy undead creatures of the Ghoul King bred in the Shrieking Peaks. So for the mortals who fell into the Abyss, the safest way was to escape to the east and go to a violent yellow sea. This refuge was called Cursed Throat. Far away from the coast, a fleet of mortal slaves gathered for survival circled the coast back and forth to rescue fugitive slaves, or even mortal Gnolls who were unwilling to submit to Yenogu's abominable demands. Although a sea beast caught by chance could feed the entire fleet for a month or more, their most common source of food was humans and meat.
When food became scarce, the crew would isolate the weaker passengers and kill them, then use the corpses as dry food for everyone on the ship. Each member had to eat a small piece of flesh from their former companions to prove their loyalty and dedication to survival. But the real feast had not yet begun until some new refugees refused the gruesome meal. At this time, the nervous crowd would attack these "cowards" with ruthless and cruel wildness, kill them, and cook the corpses into the main dish.
The leader of the Cursed Throat fleet was Malagasy Unos, who called himself the King of Cannibals.
He commanded the large sailing ship Reaper in the center of the fleet. Every few months, Unos would lead his fleet away from the coast of Yenogu to the border of this floor, and then enter the Abyss. There, they constantly patrolled the sea, searching for more ships to join their growing fleet.
At this time, on the border of the Abyss, a large-scale naval battle was breaking out.
The disappearance of the Succubus Queen gave the King of Gnolls a precious chance to breathe, and he realized that his enemy seemed to be in great trouble. This allowed him to launch a long-prepared plan to eliminate the rebel Throat fleet and completely control the 422nd floor of the Abyss.
This was a war full of chaos and violence.
The King of Gnolls had been planning this operation for a long time, so when he encountered Unos' fleet, he quickly won an overwhelming victory.
A large number of escaped mortal slaves were killed, and the sailors were slaughtered by the King of Ghouls. Yenogu was very satisfied with this victory, but what made him dissatisfied was that Unos seemed to have escaped with his warship.
The sea of the Abyss was connected to the River Styx.
Yenogu did not like the sea, so when his enemy escaped into the sea, he had no way to stop him.
But at least for a long time in the future, Yenogu was sure that this annoying guy would not cause him any more trouble, and Yenogu would have enough energy to expand his territory.
The Ruins of Azar, Barchard's End, Cursed Throat, Silent Prairie, Screaming Peaks, Seeping Forest, and the Gathering Gate.
The entire floor of the Abyss had completely fallen into the control of Yenogu. Without the suppression of the Succubus Queen, Yenogu's power was unprecedentedly strong, so he seized the opportunity to make himself stronger!
He was ready to expand his territory.
A huge map was spread out in front of Yeenoghu. It depicted the various levels of the Abyss. The lower the floor of the Abyss, the more desolate it was. Yenogu was not ready to occupy the lower floor. What he needed was the upper floor. The closer to the upper floor, the more souls there would be. These places were once controlled by other demon lords.
The King of Gnolls thought for a long time, and finally, Yenogu locked his eyes on a place.
"The third floor of the Abyss, [Forgotten Land]!"
A floor that had not yet been controlled by a demon lord, near the top of the Abyss, and there was a legion of his old opponent, the Succubus Queen.
This was an opportunity.
A cruel smile appeared at the corner of Yenogu's mouth. Through the Gathering Gate, he could quickly send the army to the upper floor of the Abyss. In this situation where other demon lords had no time to take care of themselves, the King of Gnolls thought that he could quickly occupy the [Forgotten Land].
Next, he could aim at the [Red Shroud] on the upper floor.
A Succubus Lord that he hated for a long time. He believed that when the Succubus Queen returned, she would find that all her minions had been killed by him!
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The third floor of the Abyss, the Forgotten Land.
The Gulumba Arena was expanding at an amazing speed, and the rise of the demon Sauron also made other demon lords aware of the emergence of a powerful opponent.
The powerful enemy made some secondary demon lords try to unite together, which formed a kind of stalemate, but there was always a time to break the stalemate. Just as Sauron was gradually growing stronger, in the vast wilderness of the Forgotten Land, traces of Gnolls suddenly began to appear.
Many, many Gnolls!
No one knew when they appeared, and no one knew where they came from. In just a few days, they destroyed a secondary demon lord that occupied the northwest. At the same time, they expanded rapidly and attacked the fortress of the Succubus Legion.
When the news was sent to Sauron, he just frowned slightly.
However.
At this moment, the high-grade Succubus standing beside him could not help but tremble, showing a rare look of anxiety.
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