Equipment Printing School Mage
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Alternatively, it could indicate that their enemies possessed a level of mobility that defied military concepts. In the few days the Malars marched outside the Sharptooth Forest, the Sharptooth Forest had already armed itself to the teeth, a time that should have been sufficient to arrange for the aftermath. By the time the Malars had assembled, they were met with an impenetrable fortress.
Either way, it's extremely bad news.
Bayer felt a little uneasy, but neither his voice nor his movements betrayed a trace of it. "However, we just received news that the Malar Church, our former ally, has mysteriously perished outside the Druid Forest. Why?"
At this moment, a strange laugh was heard in the conference room: "Because they are a bunch of idiots who eat raw meat and drink blood."
Suddenly, the only sound in the hall was cheerful laughter.
Bayer shook his head. "It's because they acted on their own! Friends, I won't ask you to mourn for the Malar Church, but we should learn one thing from this: if we can't strike the enemy with a thundering blow and completely destroy their ability to resist, and instead start dispersing our forces to steal the credit..."
He leaned forward slightly. The fire in the Pit Devil's eyes threatened to set the entire hall ablaze. "I won't attempt empty threats, but I must tell you one thing: the Malar Church has mobilized a force that is not weak. Everyone here is a leader of one side of the church, but how many can truly mobilize all the believers? And the Lord God is likely behind this action of the Malar Church."
"With all due respect, the Malar Church's organized force for this operation is undoubtedly formidable. If this force were used to attack our palace, we would be in grave danger—and yet such a powerful force inexplicably vanished into the green plains... We must remain vigilant! No more contempt for the enemy, no more unauthorized operations."
These words are very simple and straightforward.
Therefore, the only one who could answer him on behalf of the devil's allies was the lord of the furious pantheon, the priest of Talos.
They wore blue and white ceremonial robes with crimson stripes, and when they stood up, the smooth robes emitted a faint sound like thunder.
After a brief whisper, Talos, the most powerful ally of the Gods of Non-Gods, the mastermind of the Fury Pantheon, the God of Storms, said, "The Church of Malar died of its own stupidity. That's their problem. But we don't want to die of our own stupidity either."
They really don't want to die in vain, but unfortunately, being swallowed by the devil is obviously one of the ways to die in vain.
"If I had come here merely to shout slogans, then the Lord would surely have rebuked me for my stupidity and inaction," Bayer said. "The true purpose of today's meeting is to advance our cooperation to the next stage."
"Specifically?"
"First of all, let me announce something: an ally who has been on the outside has been shocked the day before yesterday and has decided to officially cooperate with us." Bayer waved towards the door of the hall, allowing the envoy who had just arrived outside the hall to step into the hall.
The moment the messenger appeared, the hall became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Even though there wasn't a single good person among the attendees, the most notorious was a skunk like Umberle: the residents wanted to drive her away, but didn't want her excrement to pollute their homes, so they had no choice but to live under the same roof with her.
The rest are just rats - if they are discovered in the open, they will be attacked immediately.
And the one who walked into this hall was the Mosquito Church, which was famous among countless evil churches.
As soon as they start to move, they will make a buzzing sound, forcing everyone nearby to get ready to kill them as soon as possible.
As soon as they start to act, they will leave traces of their style everywhere, attracting the host to start a large-scale crackdown on the evil church.
The Church of the Dark Sun, followers of the Prince of Lies, the Church of Cyric.
On the continent of Faerun, what gods compete with each other is not the strength of their divine power, but the wisdom of human nature.
The ally of the great god of lies, Xirik, is called "Nothing".
Bayer originally wanted to say something to smooth things over, but he didn't expect the bishop of the Xirik Church to raise his hand to signal him: they can solve it themselves.
This group of Xirik priests revealed their trump cards before being surrounded and beaten in this hall.
"We have brought the [reason] for the Malar Church to attack the Sharptooth Forest," he said.
"That forest is the hiding place of the avatar of Mythrien Serret, the mythal god of the Seldarine," the Church of Cyric said. "They seek to steal the god's power... and wisdom, but for thousands of years they have been unable to find the avatar of a demigod who has deliberately hidden himself.
"It's a story about a key and a treasure chest...it's that simple."
However, they still concealed one thing.
The ring and the avatar, which one is the key and which one is the treasure chest, this is the question.
A corner of the Twenty-Sixth Plan
The Church of Malar has been attacking the Sharptooth Forest for the sake of the God of the Mystique, whom they have always coveted.
Imprisoning an incarnation of a god? This was a major event that would make all churches eager to take action.
Now all the bishops present understood: if they could confirm that the incarnation of the God of Mystery was hiding in the Sharptooth Forest, they could hunt him for thousands of years.
Even if we can't find him, we can't let such a cooked duck fly away from us.
However, although this news was indeed significant enough, it was still missing a crucial piece for those present.
The bishops of Talos asked, "Have you got the ring?"
"You may not believe it, but I can say with absolute certainty that we didn't get it," the Bishop of Cyric replied. "If we did, we certainly wouldn't be attending the meeting—even if we did, we would be carrying the secrets of Serret, negotiating with the entire alliance as a single church, as the victor."
"So what do you want to say now?" Bishop Talos said, "I don't believe you are willing to operate peacefully as a member."
"We just have a sense of crisis." The Bishop of Xirik approached the long table and knocked heavily. "Please think about it - who has the ring now?"
However, the Talos Church refused to accept this and slammed the table. "Don't answer questions with questions! Tell us your purpose, or I won't allow you to join the Alliance!"
"Because we have a sense of crisis! I hope your blood won't splash on us when you die!"
"Even if it falls into the hands of 'the other side,' so what? That's alarmist talk," Bishop Talos said nonchalantly. "The Church of Malar and the Seldarine have always had a feud, so it's normal that they can't resolve it. But what about 'the other side'? They have no grudges against the Seldarine... They don't even have any connection to the elven pantheon!"
Faced with the hostility of this alliance, the Bishop of Cyric showed great patience.
Even though Bishop Talos had practically fired them off, he didn't leave in anger. Instead, he sneered, "I know why you don't want us to join. In this war that's about to engulf the world, it's unusual for an enemy to be so hostile to their enemy. We all know..."
"Only a spoils-sharing conference would be so resistant to outsiders."
"We joined for one reason: we realized we had severely misjudged the enemy's strength, and if you were to be wiped out like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, we would be caught in the crossfire. We are certainly interested in your spoils, but we are even more interested in our own safety!"
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What's the best way to preserve a ring?
With Yin around, this secret naturally cannot be concealed.
Tirhe died under the spell, but turned into a ring.
"It's the other way around." Yin slowly raised the ring, "—it has always been a ring."
"I don't understand," Sig said flatly. "You can ask me to guess the subtext of the conversation."
Emiya breathed a sigh of relief and said, "No, it's Transfiguration."
"...You mean, Tirhe was transformed by the ring?" Sig swayed on the straw mat. "How did someone who appeared out of nowhere become a bishop?"
"The premise is that he really appeared out of thin air," Emilia said, "but in reality, there's no need for that. The person who designed all this could have simply transformed the ring into a baby, then given the adopter a few hints, hinting that the baby was blessed by God. At the same time, he could have been more generous with his divine magic. Naturally, he would have made rapid progress in the church. And when the priest died of old age, he would have been created a new one."
"Is this necessary?" Sig said, "why not just take the ring directly to the Kingdom of God?"
"It is necessary. Because our God of Hunting obviously has not completely given up the idea of seizing the power of the God of Mazes. Every time his church attacks the forest, it brings a large number of elven captives. Perhaps he hopes to anger Serlet through a blood sacrifice." Emiya said.
"I don't think we need to consider this issue anymore," Mars said. "Actually, I've always been curious about what the members of the Gods and Non-Gods Society are actually doing. They appear to have been inactive for a long time. Their infiltration efforts can only be described as... leisurely."
In this battle, Mars arrived at the battlefield in a strange form.
——As the leader of the Hell Knights.
Emiya and his group certainly needed to maintain contact with their allies, and the traditional Halrua people were not very suitable to be envoys.
Young people have no idea about the geography and culture of modern Faerun, but the older generation of Halruaans understand it very well and have high expectations.
So, in the end, Mars went to Elturgard, and Sig went to Baldur's Gate, becoming the newly appointed ambassador of Halruaa.
However, Mr. Mars, Halrua's ambassador to Elturgard, was surprised to find that a fierce battle was raging near his embassy before he could even sit down. So he joined the army to attack the Church of Malar, sounding the death knell for the Church of Malar.
Furthermore, this time, the senior priests of the Malar Church did not seem to choose to flee using the Mantra of Return, but instead insisted on fighting to the death. The leader of the Blood Wolf Clan was even beheaded by Mars himself.
Now, the bloody paladin simply washed himself and reunited with his teammates.
And he obviously did a very good job as an ambassador.
"I've been keeping an eye on the intrusions east of Elturgard... and if I may be frank, the intensity is far too low," Mars said. "However, intensity is only one aspect of the story. The most suspicious thing is that these intrusions are merely military infiltrations."
"...Please explain it further," Emilia said. "I don't understand the church very well."
"The problem is, there seems to be no trace of priests behind this infiltration." Mars held up two fingers, then retracted one. "Non-priest believers and priests are the two legs of the church. A church cannot have only priests, nor can it be without priests. A newly established church is a node of faith. Generally speaking, those priests responsible for preaching are often the elite of the church, and they are bound to be much better than the screeners in all aspects. Therefore, the infiltration of evil churches is completely impossible to prevent.
"You can outlaw a faith, but you can't stop a church from emerging."
"But now, Elturgard truly is almost completely free of faith. It's incredible." Mars waved his hand. "There are vast expanses of open space between the different settlements in Elturgard, a natural breeding ground for cults. Yet, over the past few months, the Elturgard people have increased patrols, but still haven't uncovered anything."
"Are you sure it's not because they're too elite that the Elturgard can't find them?"
"Perhaps." Mars didn't promise, but still said, "But in reality, it's very difficult for this kind of church to hide itself during investigations. Not to mention that the Fury Pantheon has never been good at this—their form of existence is to create terror. To swallow their anger would damage their own prestige. Not only do they want to do evil, but they also want to do it in a big way, and overshadow their peers."
It is impossible for the devil to make the furious gods obey their orders.
"There's another possibility." Elastrid thought for a moment and said, "Is their strategic goal now shifting to the Silvermoon Alliance?"
"It's certainly not impossible," Mars said, "but there's a counter-argument here: the Umberlee Church hasn't returned to Baldur's Gate yet. Would they abandon their important coastal diocese just to infiltrate the Silvermoon Alliance? They're not that united."
Sig rubbed his hands and said, "Based on my life experience, people who suddenly move away and don't contact old friends are either dead or have made a fortune."
...windfall.
Emiya frowned: "You mean, they have big plans?"
"It's not a big plan," Mars said seriously, "but they have already started to reap the benefits. And it's very tempting benefits, so much so that they are actually stretched to the limit. Otherwise, with the style of the Fury God system, how could they restrain themselves and not stir up trouble in the material plane?"
At the same time, the benefit was not so great as to exceed the power of a god, so Mala didn't care that much.
"It seems impossible to guess." Emiya said, "I don't quite understand the source of income for the Fury God System."
Mars glanced at him and said, "You stayed too long ten thousand years ago and learned too much. You're not that sensitive to information. To me, this is an extremely important place, and we still haven't made the time to investigate it."
Emiya was stunned for a moment and narrowed her eyes: "The location of the God of Death?"
"It's the kingdom of the God of Death!" Mars corrected. "I have a bold hypothesis: in some theories, the souls of the dead going to the kingdom of God is a reward for believers, but also a reward for the gods. Even if we take a step back, at least the devil is definitely willing to use his own wealth in exchange for the help of others."
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"Pah," said the Bishop of Xirik, "your army is in the hazy realm! Like pigs that haven't eaten for thousands of years, they're digging their mouths into the kingdom of death! Some of you might even have your hooves in there!"
In an instant, the conference hall, which had been noisy just now, fell silent.
After a long moment, Bishop Talos sneered, "If you want it, you can go and rob it. However, without the God of Death protecting the Hazy Realm, it's difficult for the gods' messengers to find believers in the vast land of the dead. If you die in the Hazy Realm..."
"We have already done it." said the Bishop of Xirik, "The problem is, I find that you are a little too greedy. It would be fine if you just took away those kind and neutral believers..."
"Why are you still targeting the spirits of the elves? Why do you have to involve the Seldarine pantheon, who have been in seclusion for thousands of years and have not participated in the struggle between good and evil?"
Twenty-seven Visiting Old Friends
The Elturgard discovered the siege of the Sharptooth Forest based on only a few clues, and then, with amazing efficiency and determination, completed the personnel deployment in a short period of time, allowing an elite force to cross the Chongsa River and reach the Green Fields.
At that time, they may not even know who they are facing or how much loss they may have to endure.
And they did indeed play a decisive role in the final battle: the Sharptooth Forest's early defensive counterattacks overwhelmed the core of the Malar Church with a hail of arrows and thunder, while their most elite troops were killed by the onslaught of the Hell Knights.
The Baenre family, which should have suffered heavy casualties, ran head-on into the Amaunator Cult of the Rising Sun, which was the sect that knew the sun best on the continent of Faerun, and was completely wiped out inexplicably... It can only be said that they were unlucky to a certain extent.
There is no other force on the continent of Faerun that can summon the sun in the dark night and instantly illuminate half of the grassland.
The Cult of the Rising Sun was even surprised to discover afterwards that the drow army they had dried into jerky was actually the famous House Baenre, the lords of Menzoberranzan.
Emilia could only say that this miserable cause of death was exactly the same as that of their ancestors ten thousand years ago.
He was so obsessed with the purpose of the mission itself that he underestimated his enemy, failed to prepare for the mission, and failed to take sufficient precautions against unexpected situations. As a result, he was hit hard and never recovered.
The Hell Knights traveled day and night to the Sharptooth Forest. As a druid who believed in the goddess of magic, Fenwë naturally couldn't speak ill of them at this time - on the contrary, they were welcomed into the forest by the druids.
The Hell Knights arrived at the battlefield just as the Shadow Spirits' defenses were overwhelmed and forced to retreat. Therefore, the Shadow Spirits had a favorable impression of this uninvited reinforcement and enthusiastically joined in entertaining the Hell Knights.
As for why a tribe with only a few hundred people could easily produce prey that would make thousands of knights drool... we can only say that these shadow spirit archers were originally very good hunters.
However, Emiya seriously doubted that they could have stockpiled ten times as much bacon if they hadn't been wary of the druids' opinions.
That storm of positive energy is over.
As for the way Yin stopped the Light Salary Technique, Emiya could only describe it as "showy".
Silver fire rose above the boundless earth, transforming it into a vessel for positive energy. The immense positive energy was quickly drained by the magic net and pumped into the earth.
Then she urged the druids to spread all the seeds they had stored onto the ground in the green fields.
Then, the people present witnessed with their own eyes a large forest emerging from the earth almost out of thin air.
The Sharptooth Forest has a history of at least several thousand years. Periodically, the Malar Church would sweep through it, leaving this lush land devoid of life.
It took thousands of years to finally create an environment as lush as the Sharptooth Forest, which was so lush that it completely snatched away all the sunlight.
Now, amid the amazement, silence and astonishment of the crowd, a large new forest completed the journey that took the Sharptooth Forest thousands of years in just one hour.
The once green fields lost half their area within an hour, while the Sharptooth Forest doubled in size within an hour.
Emiya, however, had no intention of marveling at this strange sight. Familiar with the intricacies of the Light of Fire technique, he realized that this meant the sky-blocking pillar of light was fully capable of burning the entire Sword Coast to the ground.
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