The aged human was thrown towards Nieron and suddenly hovered in mid-air. The Lord of Rituals said with a tone of abhorrence: "You want me to use this vile bitch to hunt my people?"
Lysatos laughed and said, "Don't say it as if you care for Tia, something like that you have done. Look at this human I brought, where are you going to find a more suitable candidate than him in a short time."
Nieron woke up the unconscious dogfish with a gesture of his hand. The gaze of the gods was extraordinarily terrifying. The dogfish's willpower to carry the dragon's might had been extraordinary, but it was still difficult to contain the trembling, which was caused by the extreme gap between mortals and gods; the trembling began in the soul, not the flesh.
For a god, a human who has not learned to think protection, his thoughts and memories are exposed like splashes of paint on white paper. Within a few breaths, Nieron had gained insight into the short decades of the dogfish's life, and was indeed a suitable pawn for this bet. Then the God's gaze turned to check if the dogfish had any traces of spells, after all, it was the Golden Dragon who sent it to the door.
"I'll take it, you were wise not to cheat on him." The Lord of Rituals beckoned with his hand and the dogfish flew towards him, kneeling at his feet.
Looking at the deity whose hand was on top of the dogfish's head, performing a faith call, Lysatos smiled playfully. Gods, the existence at the top of the pyramid of creatures in the multiverse. Certain mages of the spell-only theory disdain the majesty of the gods, seeing them as nothing more than more powerful mages, while despising the gods as puppets of the rules and slaves of the Force.
To some extent, these arguments cannot be considered wrong. The gods absorb faith and construct rules in specific domains, and these rules are a demonstration of their power and a bondage to themselves. In the case of Nieron, he is known to have three humanistic priesthoods: [Noble] [Ritual] [Tradition], and an unknown combat priesthood.
As the god of etiquette of the elves, if he does not follow the model of nobility, speak and behave rudely and recklessly, or does not protect the traditions of Tia, then his divine power will weaken. The priesthood is the channel through which the gods communicate with the material world and the cosmic Force. Rejected by the Force, the priesthood may be lost, stripped away, and the priesthood rank will drop. So the god of thieves will not be law-abiding, the god of rituals will not do rude things.
But now this one, in the weak divine power in place for many years, the accumulated divine power do not know where to use. And the will that can be contrary to his own divine office, can simply be the opposite of the multiverse.
Nieron emitted his divinity and eroded the dogfish's soul.
"Come, accept this honor as the first of Saraph's lowly race to step into the Hall of Rituals."
"... I ... have something to say ...," the dogfish bit through his tongue to keep himself awake.
The god's eyes glared with awe, and his mighty aura caused the dogfish's spine to rattling, and the latter directly spurted out blood from his mouth.
"You are not qualified to bargain, the reason why I have not erased your existence is simply because you still have a role to play."
"... Yes, powerful ... elven god, I am powerless to resist ... only to obey. But you don't need a ... mindless slave do you?"
Nieron gathered his might and slowed down the erosion of his sense of calling. Even Lysatos also turned his face, facing both dragons and gods, soul disturbed, especially can think clearly to argue, this kind of courage and wisdom coexist human rare.
Feeling able to focus, the dogfish breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I do not understand the intentions of the two of you, but there is certainly an occasion for my effectiveness. For you, there are many more powerful slaves than me, and the only thing I can be slightly proud of is the experience and resourcefulness I have accumulated over the decades. I plead with you to retain my sense of autonomy, the wisdom of a hunter is more useful than a loyal servant."
Lysatos applauded heartlessly: "Quite a nice speech, if this were in Ferrum, Mara, the god of hunting, would have made him the chosen one."
The icy face of the Lord of Rituals showed a snicker: "Short-sighted race, you never know what glory you are missing out on."
A dark green flame shot out from Nieron's fingertips, and amidst the dogfish's heart-rending howls of misery, the flaming light burrowed through mouths, nostrils, and ears, emitting the foul odor of the lower realm layer.
The green light leapt out of the cracks in the skin, and then burrowed in again. Evenly scorching every inch of flesh.
"This flame is a weapon I have given. Your only task is to find her!" This message was shoved directly into the dogfish's head by Nieron, without being heard by Lysatos. The dogfish was thrown into the distance by the Lord of Rituals, and as the steel needles of pain saved up to pierce the nerves of his brain, the likeness of the elven princess Drusilla was burned into it, with an afterimage echoing at the end: "Find her! Catch her! Kill her!"
Only Lysatos and Nieron were left in the forest. The latter said in a low voice: "Remember your promise, if you dare to break it ..." Before the threatening statement was finished, Nieron's appearance changed back to the derivative elven assassin, and he withdrew the projection. The elf, who had aged several hundred years in appearance, also disappeared into the jungle.
After a while, Vlamir found the golden dragon who was meditating in place.
"Master?"
"The pact is set, neither He nor I will interfere directly, and the Blood Exhaustion Fortress will become a separate battlefield ... words so say."
"The Lord of Rituals played a trick?"
"Sort of." Lysatos recited the incantation, the dragon claws shot out a few rays of light between, using illusion to simulate the scene of Nieron turbid eclipse fire calcining dogfish, green fire shot out, human miserable howl, just a few seconds. The golden dragon zoomed in on the image again, scaling back the speed.
"Look, in the shadow of the flames." Vlamir squinted, finally seeing what the master said, a faint black shadow, the length and width of a human finger.
"It seems ... to be a leech, oh ... how disgusting, flying into his mouth. What is the ability?"
Lesatos extinguished the illusion, "I do not know, it is nothing more than the same old tricks, or indirect communication bridge. The bet doesn't say you can't intervene indirectly, do you understand?"
The magic eye froze for a moment and immediately smiled wickedly, "Understood, I will continue to follow up to ensure that your plan is unhindered."
Both insincere bettors took advantage of the ambiguity of the crude contract, which was just a stepping stone to de-escalate the conflict anyway. Of course, it would be better if they could win beautifully.
"Over to you." Lysatos teleported back to the demiplane and relaxed with a sigh of relief. He slumped back into his pile of gold coins before he realized the sword wound in his shoulder was vaguely painful.
Vlamir was not there, and he called out to his Construct. The Construct with autonomous consciousness, Bayou, came to the Dragon's Nest, and he was in charge of the half-dimensional ore processing. This construct is not the same as the companion responsible for the plains farming, equipped with ten cantilevers of various sizes, and the soul is fed with the knowledge of many gnomes polishing gems. The raw stones sent to him from the mines would be turned into all kinds of exquisite gems in the cold streak of drills, steel clamps and cutting knives at the end of the cantilevers.
But this would call him in to use the fine gold cutters. Under the command of Lysatos, Bayou used the blade that never trembled to cut away the broken dragon scales little by little, revealing the soft pink tender flesh. The sword wound was more than two samis long, and although it was not deep, Lysatos felt a constant loss of strength and drowsiness.
"Power extraction and aging curse ... It seems that His ceremonial longsword is also a second-class artifact, trouble. Bayou, take the shattered scales to work on it, at least it is also a high immunity defense, can not be wasted."
"Okay master, you are still so stingy, should we purify the dragon dung as well, we can have two bottles of spitting potion ..." Bayou whispered.
"Stupid! Don't learn to be poor with Flamir!"
"He said it's called spitting and it's good for your physical and mental health, especially to straighten out your intestinal digestion so you don't have to ooh and ahh when you're constipated ..."
"Fuck off!" Lysatos swept the construct out with a tail, still grunting with anger. Ever since Vlamir was created, the whole atmosphere of the demiplane is out of whack, and everything that can talk is getting more and more out of line. Last week when Lysatos was patrolling the mines, he found half earth elemental dwarves gathered together to play fast.
After using [Exorcise Curse], Lysatos lay on his back and let the low concentration of positive energy wash the wound repeatedly, and a black and gray smoke artifact could be seen floating out, all of which was residual evil power.
At that moment a message arrived, a guest visit.
Half-dimensional, the meeting room.
The walls were covered with mosaics made of obsidian and opal, depicting a magnificent mountain. The ceiling is set up with illusions, a cloud gathering and scattering with the wind. The tables and chairs are carved with majestic atmosphere and golden splendor.
The bright colors made the visiting elven retainer a little uneasy, turning his head to look around.
The elven form of Lysatos put down his teacup, "So, what does Your Majesty need?"
"Torch Mage, the situation in the green capital has been a bit turbulent in the last two days, Her Highness ... I think you know what she has been doing, right?"
"Ah, I am only responsible for selling, when someone buys, I sell. The responsibility of the princess going out is not on me."
"You misunderstand, my king is not here to pursue the matter, Her Highness should also be tried and tested, which is the path of growth for the next clan king. It's just that ... the temple's actions make us uneasy, so my king would like to ask you to take a slight look at the princess, with your magic, it's not difficult."
The head guard pulled out a fist-sized box, open to see, thumb-sized glowing glow stone.
Lysatos smiled brightly, it was quite an unexpected pleasure.