The calm pool churned violently, Lysatos rolled violently up, the dragon queen's sad trumpet echoed in the brain for a long time.
This is a half-dimensional healing room, the golden dragon is lying in the pool of magic liquid, can cook a person's hot pool of water to make him feel warm and comfortable, there are still some low-level magic statues around, according to the prescribed time period to pour various potions into the pool.
Seeing the familiar scenery he relaxed, finding his limbs a bit weak and feeble, he simply climbed into the pool again to rest. While calling for his butler, he pondered the strange dream. The aftermath of forcibly casting a legendary mage, or a metaphor of the universe's great power in the underworld?
Apart from certain gods who settled in the abyss, Tiamat was the first sacrifice under the feast of chaotic evil. On that day, the evil dragon god of the multiverse fell, but the future of justice did not come, and the end of Bahamut was only ten years later.
More tragically, the colorful dragon queen's deceitful and greedy character instead saved His people, and most of the colored dragons were unwilling to settle in hell and let Tiamat peep into their property. The number of evil dragons who died in the Trouble of the Order was relatively small, much better than the hundreds of thousands of good dragons who died in battle on Paradise Mountain. I heard that after His fall, the secular church disintegrated and split, and several spouses of the dragon queen fought over the inheritance.
Then what happened to this dream, the old dragon lady who did not die through found Lysatos root amazingly gifted, and gave him the great task of saving the world? Than Vladimir told the crazy story is bullshit.
The more you think about it, the more confusing it is, simply talk about it later. Devil's Eye Governor came to say happily: "You finally woke up, a full 15 days of sleep! You quickly dispatched that spirit-sucking monster."
Lysatos felt that the main reason for Devil's Eye's happiness was that he didn't have to deal with Yiladuni anymore, not that he was awake. "You don't even care about the Lord of Rituals, why are you so afraid of the spirit-sucking monster?"
Vlamir rubbed his tentacles, "There's a reason for that, so you'd better not ask. He is drinking tea in the northeast corner of the demiplane."
"What? You let him into the demiplane? Who gave permission!" Lysatos' eyes widened.
Devil's Eye was speechless. Golden Dragon is strange, as early as in Athas he found that Vladimir is scornful of Ila Douni, is it because one madness has a madness high, two hundred and fifty have to find neurotic restraint?
Open the lid of the small pink teapot, put the peach heart-shaped tea bags into it, add water to cover the lid. No need for flame, tentacles a finger, spiritual energy to heat the liquid to boiling, and then quickly cooled and frozen. As in three times, the tea emits a long and refreshing fragrance.
Iraduni sips from a small bone china cup, humming with satisfaction. Then gracefully put down the teacup and boil another pot for the golden dragon. This looks like he is not very different from the ordinary spirit-sucking monster, the same grim face, manners, disdain. It didn't look like Iraduni was crazy at all, if he wasn't sitting at the head of a divine sinner making tea.
"Are you so brain-damaged that you can't even detect such an obvious mind turbulence? Don't tell me I don't know what the hell is under my feet." Lysatos landed without good grace and transformed into his half-dragon man form. The head of a reptilian creature, sharp claws and a tail. He sat down in a chair on the side of the tea table, found no place to swing the tail, simply a sweeping tail jerked off the backrest.
Zuoxker has turned into a sculpture covered with black volcanic rock, can not move at all. But his spirit is still very vigorous, close to the creature will be crazy spirit erosion.
Eraduni pour a cup of tea to Lysatos, said slyly: "How can such an epileptic and painful spiritual cries not be heard, it really makes my heart happy."
Looking at the half-boiling suspicious blue tea broth, "What is this?"
"Purgatory human face sunflower powder tea."
"I'm asking about the water you make the tea in."
"Spirit-sucking monster blood, very fresh yo."
"Very good." Lysatos face expressionless splashed the tea, "next time remember to drain the blood, that is fresher."
A broken longsword was placed on the tea table, the sword and the hilt with obvious elven style decorations. But the longsword was made up of dozens of fragments, and the middle part was barely connected. Lysatos gripped the hilt and could sense a faint repulsive force. It did not fall apart sparsely, and tiny electric snakes ran through the joints of the fragments, barely remaining intact.
"How come it's only two-thirds."
Iraduni shrugged, "The rest fell into the crater, you have to find it in the lava of the earth's veins." Lysatos sneered, who knows if it was withheld privately to avoid getting yet another subdivine weapon for himself. Looking at the whole pot of tea Ila Douni, Lysatos suddenly guessed that the previous dream was not a ghost of the spirit sucker.
The more he looked at him, the more he was displeased and snapped in a different direction. "What have you done to my servant? He would actually open the half-dimensional door. [Mind magic seed] or [Deep suggestion]?"
"Oh, that funny wide-eyed monster, a bit of a long time ago." Iraduni scratched the corner of his eye with his tentacle. "It was shortly after ... repelled the Evil Eye Legion advance team, when you just made him out. One day and I ran into each other by chance, a shocked face asked me if I was the godfather of the tentacle god religion. After I expressed my contempt for the inferior mating efficiency of hermaphroditic creatures, threatened to challenge me."
"I watched the whole process of his behavior pattern called 'ghostly extreme stream pushing girl big battle', which is nothing but the use of leather whip candle, aphrodisiac and chastity lock to make the female dependent on the psychology of the strong, as well as the addictive nature of the brain secretion dopamine to pain, so that the aesthetic difference is too great and theoretically there is no possibility of loving each other The two become lovers."
Ila Douni proudly pointed to himself: "I, as a profound psychology of spiritual suction monster experts, naturally will not be satisfied with such inferior means. So it took a while to complete my results. First of all, I found two male elves with normal orientation, through deep suggestion, let them feel that the other side is male when approaching the female, this subconscious change is very effective, such as looking at the female's chest, always think of that is sinewy tangled square muscle. Then the two sides met, subconsciously feel that the other has female characteristics, so the two who rejected the normal kind fell in love, I kindly changed the physical structure of a particular one. After learning that I made two male elves give birth to a pair of twins, and they are still firmly heterosexual, your servant a look of heavenly collapse thunderstorm. After that fight, he saw me go around and blushed ... just as you do now."
Lysatos's face was dark and black, it turned out that the magic eye morbid shift in orientation was triggered, it turned out that those two elven generals of his in the first place were queer, it turned out that some questions should not be asked.
Iraduni pushed his face forward, with seduction in his voice: "Do you know who the referee of that game was? Guess, guess."
A bad premonition surfaced.
"Guess right, it's your elf apprentice Mairosa, the heavy little girl. Incidentally, I took a walk in the Tyrian forest during the days when you were still soaking. Your new favorite druid is very similar to McRosa, really nostalgic guys like to find a replacement. But she also has a shadow of you, a shadow of hate. Fallen people want others to be fallen, and hateful people want others to be full of hate. Subconsciously you took her for yourself and pushed her step by step towards a path full of solitary wounds ..."
Swish!
The longsword accurately slashed across the face of the spirit sucker, extending the midline to split the skin in half, the wound was nail deep. Lysatos hand does not tremble, face austere serious: "You seem to be mistaken identity, think and the indigenous gods fought to eliminate my killing intent on you? And what are you trying to find with that ridiculous trick of psychological probing? My weakness in Saraph? Back at the moment I made the pact with Asmodeus, conscience and morality were already thrown into the abyss by me! Don't try to probe the bottom line again, you can't afford to play."
Silver light flowed through the wound as Iraduni glued his skin together and whispered, "Yes, Lord of Saraph, all is at your command." His eyes and mind, however, laughed maniacally; just because he had discarded his conscience and morality did not mean he could discard his emotions.
The conversation went back on track from mental sparring. "I've been to the Green Capital to scout it out, and I have to say that the Lord of Rituals has a good knack for raising berserk believers, and is overly high in the overall percentage of believers. But some of the temple's moves seem really retarded to me. Even the dog-headed people and goblins understand that unity is better to survive in times of danger, but the pantheon is like a berserker enchanted to the same race to make the oppression persecution."
Lysatos grunted, not bothering to answer the question.
"So, if this indigenous god is not brain-dead, it means that His purpose is not to develop power and pull up the pantheon. What exactly is the purpose of a god who does not aim for higher immortality ... By the look on your face, there is some information that I do not know."
Lysatos said, "Then you should also guess by looking at my expression that I have no intention of information sharing, you just have to listen to my arrangement."
"Okay, okay, boss, then how to arrange?"
"Honestly make tea in the demiplane, don't go out to find things. What should be done and what shouldn't be done is done, Nieron accidentally struck, instead, he broke his weapon and huge amount of divine power, now he can only hide in the divine kingdom waiting for us to hit the door. In the mundane world, the druidic faith I support will overwhelm the ritual path, and strike when there are few elves left who can provide faith, and the God's kingdom is shaken and dogged."
Eradurni nodded: "Warm water boils the frog, a solid plan."
Lysatos thought to himself that he could finally live in peace for a few days, but Vlamil wailed: "Master, the civil war of the Thyatian elves has started early!"