The gentle evening breeze blew in his face.
Søren walked near the port of Port Tylon in a cloak. The naval fleet of Mordor was docked here, but none of the officers and soldiers recognized him. Instead, they were busy counting the captives transported this time.
The sixth fleet of Mordor had recently had a small-scale conflict with the navy of the Principality of Rossard.
The victory belonged to Mordor without a doubt!
"Brother."
Standing next to Søren was Vivian in a pink cloak. The hood covered her future beauty. She held Søren's hand tightly and said softly, "Why do I feel like a long time has passed! … "
Søren smiled and stroked Vivian's little head, and said softly, "It has indeed been a long time."
"It's been almost two years."
Both of them were in disguise, and it seemed that they did not want to disturb the soldiers of Mordor.
Vivian looked into the distance and said softly, "I miss Amber City and Sister Annalynne a little. I don't know what Amber City has become. "
Two years passed in the blink of an eye.
The end of the Avatar Crisis was getting closer and closer.
The gods had revealed their traces in the mortal world, and the next battle would be more and more intense.
Søren fell into silence. Vivian had not returned to Amber City yet, but the city had really fallen.
He said softly, "Annalynne? She should still be in Amber City. I saw her once. She opened an orphanage in the ruins of the church district. "
"We can visit her on this trip."
Søren calculated the time.
According to the original historical progress, the King of Dawn would fall this month.
If the King of Dawn fell, Annalynne would become a wild priest without a god. Søren thought maybe he could visit her on the way.
The two of them moved along the street.
Because of the influence of Mordor, Port Tylon did not fall because of the turmoil. On the contrary, it was more prosperous than at the beginning. However, after leaving Port Tylon and approaching the City of Wealth, the scene in front of them immediately became barren.
Most of the farmland was overgrown with weeds.
Unlike the fields full of crops in Mordor City, nearly one-third of the land here was abandoned, even near the suburbs. As for the land a few kilometers outside the city, it was basically completely abandoned. The two of them passed by a few villages along the way. There were only one or two hundred people living inside, and they were very vigilant against outsiders. They hid behind tall wooden walls and refused to be visited by others.
The upheaval made them suffer unspeakably, and they lost their goodwill and friendliness toward the outsiders.
The ruins of the City of Wealth still remained.
Søren saw the numb faces of the people. The Saint Samurai had purified the city, but then darkness once again shrouded the land.
The grey energy could never be completely eliminated, so he could only think of ways to restrain them.
Just like that, the two siblings traveled in silence. Everything they saw and heard along the way made them sigh with emotion. Vivian seemed to have grown up quite a bit. Most of the time, when she saw everything in front of her, she couldn't help but ponder in silence.
Søren was training her.
Because Vivian was too young.
But time couldn't wait. Vivian's ascension was just around the corner, and what Søren could do was to let her see everything in the mortal world before she ascended.
This would be of great benefit to her future.
Because only by knowing what mortals needed could she understand what she should do as a god.
History moved forward according to the original schedule.
Shortly after Søren left the City of Wealth with Vivian, a fierce battle broke out near the ruins of the original Silvermoon City. The Secret Knights of the Goddess of Magic and the followers of the Lady of Silvermoon had a very fierce battle with the followers of the Lady of Night. The flames of war flattened a nearby forest. At least ten legendary professions participated in the battle, and some of them fell.
The gods had been patient for too long.
When this patience could no longer be restrained, it was time to really do it.
The Drows began to appear in the surface world blatantly. The giant web woven by the Queen of Spiders had begun to launch. She unified most of the forces in the Underdark and launched an attack on the Elves of the surface world.
Of course.
These were actually small skirmishes.
The real battle broke out three days later, when Søren and Vivian arrived near the Agate River.
A battle between the gods broke out!
Søren and Vivian were not there, but when they realized all this, the two stars in the sky had completely disappeared and then fell like meteors.
— — "The Dawnlord!"
— — "The God of Cruel Officials!"
The kingdoms of the two gods fell like dazzling fireworks, and at the same time, the scattered divinity began to automatically find a host.
The fall of the Dawnlord was within Søren's expectations.
However, the death of the God of Cruel Officials was still a little beyond his expectations, because this god was also known as the 'Devil of Cruel Officials' and the 'Tenth Lord of the Nine Hells'. His name was Gagas, and he lived in the Baator Inferno. His clergy was betrayal, cruelty, political corruption, and powerful cruel officials.
This was a god of lawful evil!
Although he only had weak divine power, it was not easy to deal with him.
The information Søren received was not clear, but he knew that this was a battle between lawful evil and lawful good, and the Queen of Spiders also appeared.
She took away the [Craftiness] of the God of Cruel Officials!
However.
All of this was just the beginning.
When Søren arrived near Amber City, the battle was getting fiercer and fiercer, and the third fallen god appeared.
— — "The God of Literature!"
The God of Literature, Denel, was a god of neutral good. As a non-combat god, he was involved in the battle of gods and was easily killed by the Lady of Night.
In the dark.
It seemed that the Lady of Night and the Queen of Spiders had joined forces, and they had formed some kind of tacit understanding between them, each seeking what they needed.
The God of Literature and the God of Magic had a good relationship, and his fall seemed to mean that the enemies of the Goddess of Magic were ready for a full-scale war. Søren could be sure of one thing, that was, the Goddess of Magic had returned, but she did not appear, and it seemed that she did not tell Søren about her plans.
Amber City appeared in front of him.
But when Søren saw the city again, he could not help but fall into silence.
Because today's Amber City was even more dilapidated than the last time he came here, and he even saw bones that no one had collected by the city walls.
The guards were all sallow and emaciated, standing weakly at the city gate. Their expressions were numb, and they could not see any hope. The once prosperous dock area had turned into ruins. When Søren walked into the once familiar city with Vivian, the population inside was less than one-third of the original population.
The temple area seemed to have been destroyed as well.
Søren could not see any believers heading to the temple area along the way.
Many temples of the gods had been moved out of the ruined city, and the Dawnlight Temple, which had always been here, could no longer be seen from afar. Soran could no longer see the light that shrouded the temple.
With the fall of the Dawnlight King.
All the priests who served him lost their divine powers, and at the same time, the believers who believed in him quickly dispersed.
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