Finally, Odin smiled brightly. "...Let's discuss strategy. I just thought of a crucial point: since the realm of the God of Death is empty, the alliance of gods and non-gods must have already rushed to the realm of the God of Death, the place called the Realm of Obscurity."

"Yes, I have thought about it," Emilia said, "but I don't know how much manpower they have mobilized for this."

"That must be an astonishing scale, Emya." Odin's smile grew wider. "You have to understand, in this kind of alliance, power is inevitably forced to be divided into two parts: one part is used to defend against enemies, and the main force is used to defend against allies. In this situation, if they want to seize resources in a place, the competition will inevitably become more and more intense. To protect their spoils, they will send more and more forces to the Misty Realm."

"If you ask me, whether you decide to go to the Hazy Realm or not, you must do one thing."

"—overthrow the strongholds they left behind in the material plane. If you can even defeat these remnants of their forces, it is better to surrender early."

An all-out attack now?!

This overly bold and radical strategy made Emilia shudder and mutter, "...But..."

"This is a war that may be unprecedented in scale and impact..." said Tyr.

"It only seems risky." Odin's eyes gleamed. "As long as the position of the God of Death hasn't been settled, the forces remaining in the material plane will inevitably be the weakest. There's no way they won't be eaten, and there's no way they won't be eaten—as long as your previous battle reports aren't false!"

"In other words, we need to mobilize as many forces as possible and strive for a decisive victory with one strike?" Emiya murmured. "But in reality, the parties involved don't have any experience in systematic joint operations..."

Then, Odin gripped the hilt of his spear again. "If that's the case, you should train quickly and see if you can select some outstanding commanders. Why are you still stalling here with me?"

Afterwards, the God King actually started to drive people away. He pushed and pushed Emilia and her group out of the Golden Palace, and then immediately closed the door of the Golden Palace tightly.

What is this doing?

At this moment, Tyr lowered his voice and said, "After you return, you must immediately keep an eye out for a lance-wielding knight named Grimnir who has emerged. If you spot him, hand over the military command to him completely."

Thirty-three gods walk in the mortal world

"Larlok is really disgusting—"

In a place unknown to the public, at the secret meeting place of the Harpers in Baldur's Gate, Grand Duke Violet took off all her disguises, as if she had become the young and naive girl again, loudly complaining about the restless neighbor in the north.

"How can there be such a disgusting creature as the Lich? It can't be killed, and yet it refuses to behave!"

Yes, among Emya's many allies, Baldur's Gate has always been the least active one because they have been under tremendous pressure.

The territory of the Lich King, the Netherese Archmage Larloch, is not far north of Baldur's Gate.

By the standards of a city, the two sides are neighbors.

But unfortunately, ever since the Battle of Candlekeep, the two sides have been sworn enemies, yet they have had to endure each other's evil neighbors.

Even though Baldur's Gate continued to upgrade its combat capabilities, they still could not change one problem: they could not completely wipe out Larloch's forces, and even if Larloch's army suffered heavy casualties, they could recover more than half of their strength within a week and be back to normal within a month.

In the end, both sides could only engage in endless mutual harassment—the Church of Gond's latest toy, small or large, or even large and small, would fall into the Warlock's Tomb at any time within 24 hours, awakening Larloch from his dream. Meanwhile, the lich would appear outside Baldur's Gate at any time, igniting the dawn with blazing meteors.

Ever since the Gond Church became famous in the battle of Candlekeep, their research direction has obviously deviated significantly, or perhaps it can be said that they have discovered a brand new world.

Baldur's Gate was therefore almost immobilized - the fighting power in Baldur's Gate was uneven, and if elite troops were sent out like Elturgard, the entire city would be reduced to a sea of ​​fire in a very short time.

The city of Baldur's Gate is not the private property of the Apodaele couple. They need the power of Baldur's Gate, but they do not have the determination to turn the entire Baldur's Gate into a price.

"We need a breakthrough," Apodel muttered. "A way to completely destroy or paralyze Larloch's army, or a way to completely protect Baldur's Gate."

Or perhaps, this is the reason why the people of Bod are determined to fight to the death with the Gods and Non-Gods.

As long as any one of these three is available, Baldur's Gate can regain the strategic initiative.

The problem is, there isn't one.

It would be better to say that, as war loomed, Baldur's Gate was able to remain unmoved in the face of the storm, a result of the efforts of many parties, which had multiplied the city's combat power several times over. Larloch, who should have been a powerful enemy capable of shaking half the continent, was now being held at the gate by the Baldur people and was completely unable to move.

Emya is a powerful reinforcement, but even he can only stabilize Baldur's Gate, not break it open.

Ultimately, this meant that Baldur's Gate would have the power to sweep northward across the Sword Coast, even surpassing Waterdeep. With a workforce of only 30,000 a century ago and less than 100,000 in recent years, achieving this feat within a few years was practically a pipe dream.

"The people of Bod fear death, but Minsk doesn't!" Minsk, a warrior from Leatherman who had recovered from nearly a century of petrification, stood up with a righteous look on his face. "As long as justice calls, Minsk will strike alongside Bubu!"

"Squeak! Squeak!"

"The problem now is that even if we try our best, we can only revive him once! Minsk, sit down!"

The Stone Lord of Leatherman could only sit back in his seat in dismay and said, "...The little Imoen of the past has now learned to act bossy."

Even Imoen, who complained about this, was just venting his pent-up emotions and had no real hope for it.

At this moment, Grand Duke Violet, who had been quite relaxed, suddenly jumped up: "——Someone is coming! At Amnesia Mountain!"

All the members in this secret room can be said to be a reunion of the former Apodale team.

Apodel Adrian, Jaheira, Minsc, Imoen.

Therefore, they are all extremely sensitive to danger.

Almost at the same time, they all entered combat mode and were urgently teleported to the Amnesia Mountain.

Mount Amnesia, the mountain that had been forgotten by the entire Baldur's Gate for nearly a hundred years, was visited again.

The power of this mountain is extremely strong. Any creature that can be aware of its existence and resist and ignore its power must be the strongest among the strong!

However, when they arrived at the bare mountain, they immediately spotted the visitors.

It was an unusually tall elf giant.

—or rather, a member of the Seldarine pantheon.

He was clearly a deity specializing in the arcane. He looked more like a gold elf, clad in loose elven robes. He gazed uninhibitedly at the mysterious mountain, muttering in standard elven language: "...Ah, this is the miracle of the Weave. A single riot in the Weave can create such a miracle... It's simply too perfect as a node in the mythical chain. Ah, I can't help it. Even without a commission, this mountain is worth casting spells on...!"

During this process, he didn't even pay attention to the arrival of Apodel and his group!

Apodel and his companions, who had been on high alert, looked at each other in bewilderment. Minsk couldn't help but exclaim, "Aha! An elf giant! Even Bubu has never seen one... What Bubu? You've seen one, but not a living one?"

Minsk, a muscular man, was accustomed to shouting battle calls, his words usually as loud as thunder. However, even so, the elf with his back to them was oblivious to his words and even began to happily survey the terrain, apparently preparing to cast a spell.

——He even passed by Apodale and his group as if it was a matter of course!

Apodel was quick to calm his grumpy old friend with one hand, then raised his voice and said in Elvish, "This... Exalted God! What is your name? And what brings you to Baldur's Gate?"

However, the god continued to mutter as if he hadn't heard anything, "Okay, okay, very good. This job is much more interesting than I expected. I just need to use the maze to amplify the power of Amnesia Mountain..."

"Honor God!"

"Ahaha, I don't even need to change the template, I can just use Dragon Rage..."

“Honorable God!!!”

After Apodel could no longer bear it and shouted at the top of his voice, the Elf God finally reacted. He slowly turned around, lowered his head, and said in shock: "Are you calling me?"

"...Yes! May I ask why you are here?"

"My friend asked me to build some mazes for a few cities," the god replied in a surprisingly matter-of-fact tone. "I owe him an unpayable favor, so here I am. Just a few mazes. Anything else?"

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boom.

A side door of the Temple of Tyr slammed shut, completely isolating the outside world from this side hall.

Then Archbishop Polias opened fire on Assur.

"Assur, why can't you be a little thicker-skinned?" Bolias, Assur's former superior, current colleague, and member of the Elturgard Council, gushed incessantly at the Temple of Tyr in Elturgard. "What a perfect opportunity! We led the Hell Knights to the battlefield in time, preventing casualties from escalating. Moreover, we took the initiative without receiving an invitation from Her Majesty Emya. What a great favor! Please accept more!"

"Bolias, what you said is ridiculous!" Asur shouted, "Look at you now! The greatsword on your back was given to you by His Majesty Emilia!"

"I mean, more!" Bolias waved his hand vigorously. "Now, Your Majesty has given equal gifts of thanks to all factions. No one can accuse Your Majesty of being stingy—but when the war actually comes, will every faction fight to the same degree?"

The Archbishop of the Church of Tyr slammed his hand on the table and said, "Now, all those monsters and demons under the Gods Are Not Gods are already the sworn enemies of the Church of Tyr. Once the war begins, we will fight to the death for the lead. But will the people of the Rising Sun Church fight that hard? Will the soldiers of the Flame Fist have that level of fighting spirit? It can be said that we are bound to go to the most intense battlefield and suffer the most tragic casualties. At the same time, we can also call on the churches of the other three pillars for support and join the battle together!"

After a long speech, the Archbishop said righteously: "Asur, tell me, is your bravery inferior to that of the Rising Sun Sect?"

Paladins are generally good at speaking, but unfortunately, those who can become archbishops in the Church of Tyr are still among the best lawyers or legal experts in the court even after leaving office. As a result, the paladin was speechless after being stifled by the archbishop and could only retort: ​​"It's too late to discuss this now!"

"That may be true for others, but not for us, not for His Majesty Emia! Haven't you noticed yet? His Majesty Emia's technological advancement is astonishingly rapid. Perhaps before long, he'll produce a new, more powerful, and cutting-edge series of creations. As long as we can use them, you must steel your resolve and boldly claim them! Is our courage in fighting for justice no match for the treasures His Majesty Emia has gifted us?"

"Of course it matches."

"So remember, next time, be bold and ask for something... What's it?"

Just as the Archbishop of Tyre was trying to brainwash the First Knight of the Church, a message reached the minds of Polias and Asur.

The Hell Knights' recruitment office welcomed a strange man——

He was very young and looked like a northerner, but he overturned all the examiners with his bare hands without any harm, and the spear he carried seemed to be just a decoration.

However, this individual with outstanding strength made an incredible request: he only wanted to command and did not want to charge in person.

His name is Grimnir.

"...This..." Asul and Polias couldn't help but look at each other.

The Hellknights are generally an organization that respects the integrity of their members. Is a member with a shady background and potentially a domineering demeanor truly suitable for membership in the Hellknights? If he's simply a retired adventurer, perhaps Elturgard, rather than the Hellknights, would be better served?

At this moment, a second voice came into their minds.

The one who speaks is their main god.

"—Allow him to join." Tyr's voice was filled with subtle laughter. "He is trustworthy and reliable. Accept all his requests, and you will only benefit from it..."

"Also, don't ask about his background. Just enjoy the victory he brings."

Thirty-four Comanthos (I)

The Church of Tyr has always had the most bizarre image in Elturgard.

They are the most respected because they never show favoritism or bend the law. But at the same time, they are also somewhat feared by others - because even though the people of Elturgard pride themselves on their high morals, they pale in comparison to the gentlemen of the Church of Tyr.

But precisely because the Church of Tyr is so stubborn, their actions often jump back and forth between being too rigid and too crazy - although they believe they are always rational.

At the Elturgard meeting convened urgently, the Church of Tyr announced a crazy decision that instantly shocked the entire Church of Elturgard.

"You, the Church of Tyr, will also go crazy one day!!!"

The one who was most dissatisfied with this was naturally the Cult of the Rising Sun of the Church of Losander. At this moment, they stood up excitedly and wanted to put one foot on the table.

In Elturgard, the Cult of the Rising Sun is actually Tyr's direct political enemy - because both sides attach importance to laws and contracts, and the Cult of the Rising Sun does not mind playing with words.

Originally, the Cult of the Rising Sun had almost squeezed the Church of Tyr out of the political center, but a great battle a few months ago, everything returned to the past - neither side could do anything to the other.

Even though the Cult of the Rising Sun had previously destroyed a vast number of drow in a single swoop during their reinforcement of the Sharptooth Forest, a feat worthy of brilliance, it was the Church of Tyr who had been the driving force behind the entire operation, and the Cult of the Rising Sun had been coaxed into joining. Consequently, they had only prevented the Church of Tyr from expanding further.

But now, the Church of Tyr has finally gone mad.

The corners of Draigos II's mouth twitched constantly, and he had to use all his might to make his face show anger instead of ecstasy. "A warrior who has just applied to join the Hell Knights, no matter how strong or talented he is, still needs to get used to the Hell Knights before he can start commanding them, right? He's not even a member of the Church of Tyr!"

There was only one reason why Dregos lost his composure like this - after the meeting, Tyr announced an extremely outrageous decision: they would nominate a young man who had just passed the Hell Knight assessment to serve as the Knight Commander of the Hell Knights, and would be directly responsible for the command of the Hell Knights.

The Knight Commander itself holds a very high command position among the Hell Knights, and the latter is even more excessive, almost handing over the most powerful and important force of the Hell Knights, Elturgard, directly to a stranger.

"This is our decision. In addition, he is a guest of the Church of Tyr." Asur's expression was quite complicated, but he repeated, "To be more precise, he will take command until the destruction of the Gods and Non-Gods."

What a joke! If he really commanded Elturgard to crush the Gods and Non-Gods, his huge reputation would be enough to make him, a stranger with no foundation, become highly respected.

"You didn't answer my question!" Dregos II opened fire fiercely, while other churches remained silent - on the one hand, their power was far inferior to that of the Church of Lathander, and on the other hand, they really could not understand the significance of this decision.

"Because this is a notification," Asur replied. "Strictly speaking, the specific appointments of commanders within the Hell Knights are not the Council's responsibility. We fully understand everyone's concerns, which is why we held a meeting to inform you of this—but this is a result that has already been determined internally."

"This is absolutely ridiculous!" Dragos II laughed angrily, "How could he be appointed among the Knights of Hell?"

"Challenge them one by one, both civil and military," Asur said. "Now, all the Hell Knights have surrendered."

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"boom!"

The powerful and well-armed Paladin of Torm flew up like a kite with its string cut, and fell heavily to the ground. If the Paladin had not been fully armed, he would have been seriously injured.

His opponent was a short-haired young man wearing only simple leather armor, and he looked like he was from the north.

In the hands of the Paladin is the Holy Avenger given by the new Mage King of Halruaa. Unfortunately, this holy sword only has its sharpness left when facing non-evil enemies, and cannot help the Paladin defeat the overly powerful warrior.

——And this agile young man didn't even have a weapon in his hand.

He is a martial arts expert, has great strength, and moves as fast as lightning.

The holy warrior who was knocked down in just a few encounters was already one of the strongest among the Hell Knights.

Even if it were impossible for a paladin to kill an unarmed stranger, the gap was unimaginably large.

The paladin pounded the ground unwillingly, then staggered to his feet. He adjusted his posture and bowed respectfully to the mysterious young man. "I lost. Thank you for showing mercy."

If the gap was smaller, he might have been wary... but someone who could easily knock down a high-level paladin with bare hands... probably didn't seem like a human being.

Faerûn's myths and legends are as numerous as the stars in the sky, and everyone has heard of them. Not to mention that Elturgard has an extremely strong theological atmosphere.

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