From Baron's Second Son to Dragon Rider

"This is the situation. Now that I have obtained divine power, I plan to allocate part of it to you every day for you to conduct your experiments."

Ashadron had already informed Krober about this experiment in advance.

To this day, Ashadron has discovered some clues from the trace of Edath's divine power.

It turns out that Edath's magical power can be processed into a series of medicines with special effects, such as those that can calm people's minds, relieve pain, and be used to heal injuries and illnesses, etc.

Moreover, this kind of divine power can also have a certain degree of strengthening effect on those with wood attribute fighting spirit, and even give them new characteristics.

Most of these newly added properties are focused on healing, while the rest are embodied in making people feel calm and peaceful.

Although it may seem insignificant and of limited use at first glance, Ashadron, as the most outstanding magician in the world of knights, has long understood the principle of discerning the essence of things through appearances.

Since even Edath's divine power can produce such a significant effect, what kind of gain and improvement will the divine power possessed by other gods bring to the knights in the knight world.

God of the Sun, God of Knowledge, God of Darkness.

This undoubtedly triggered endless reverie and expectations.

At present, Ashadron has made some changes in his plans for the world of Faerûn.

She believes that there are still many treasures waiting for her to discover in this world, and she is not in a hurry to destroy the world.

And the person she is now is no longer the person she was before who didn't understand the world at all.

The overall strength of the world of Faerûn is much stronger than that of the world of knights. The number of base knights (great divine power) and high-level dragon knights (legendary) is several times that of the world of knights.

Therefore, in terms of the power that the knight world currently possesses, let alone actively infringing on others, it is thankful to be able to avoid reverse aggression from the Faerun world!

You know, the strength of the world of Faerun itself is not weak.

Moreover, it has also been noticed by the most disgusting and terrifying cancer in the multiverse - the endless abyss.

The demons originating from the abyss are simply ugly toads with strong stench and highly toxic mucus flowing all over their bodies.

Even if they can't defeat you in a head-to-head confrontation, they will still linger around.

It clings to your feet like a piece of dog-skin plaster that can't be shaken off, disturbing and irritating you in all kinds of disgusting ways.

If you are a little careless and do not keep a high degree of vigilance towards it.

These hateful guys will look at the right opportunity, swoop up and bite you hard, causing you to feel a burst of piercing pain, and you will be unable to get rid of this painful torture for a long time.

"Okay, I actually have some ideas about the application of the power of lightning, so I applied to stay here for research. You can find someone else to do it for me."

Ashadron took the container containing an entire tube of Thor's power handed over by Krober, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Then I'll let Alves go for you. Just don't let him stay in the tent every day. He's almost exhausted."

Just in time, Ashadron stayed, and Krober dragged his cheap uncle out.

I don’t know what’s going on recently, but Alves always stays in the tent and doesn’t come out.

At this time, Alves can be handed over on the pretext of war.

Just as he said, Krober walked to Alves' tent and saw him lying leisurely on the bed, sleeping comfortably, and felt inexplicably angry.

"I said, uncle, look at you. You lie in bed and sleep like this all day long. Is it possible that you can still sleep like a flower?"

Krober looked helplessly at Alves, who was lying motionless on the bed, and kept mumbling.

"It's strange. I don't know what's wrong with the Emerald Dragon, but it's also suffering from lethargy. What's wrong with you?"

When Krober saw this, he couldn't help but shook his head, stepped forward and gave Alves a gentle push.

However, to his surprise, no matter how hard he pushed, Alves remained as motionless as a rock.

Krober's heart tightened, and an ominous premonition came to him. He subconsciously reached out his hand and began to explore Alves' body.

In an instant, a strange feeling spread throughout his body.

"This... divine hypnosis?"

His eyes widened and he muttered in disbelief.

At that moment, Krober clearly felt that Alves seemed to be trapped in a dream woven by divine magic and was unable to extricate himself.

And in the entire Faerûn continent, the only one who has such powerful power and can perform this kind of magic is the mysterious Dream God.

However, as far as Krober knew, the Dream God had always been a member of the good camp and was widely praised for his generous and benevolent character.

Logically speaking, a person with Alves's personality should not arouse the hostility of the Dream God!

Thinking of this, Krober became more and more curious.

He took a deep breath and decided to slowly inject his spiritual power into Alves' body, trying to pry into what secrets this mysterious dream hidden.

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In the bizarre dream of Alvis, in a hazy mist, the dream god sat elegantly on a gorgeous throne, staring at Alvis in front of him calmly and deeply.

At this time, the dream god said in a very bewitching voice:

"Alvis, don't you really intend to take over the lofty position of the God of Life?"

"You know, Jergal has fallen, and in the current world, there is no one more suitable for this position than you."

Speaking of Jergal, this is one of the oldest and most mysterious gods in the Faerun pantheon.

In the distant Nether era, he was the ancient god of death with powerful divine power.

At that time, he formed a close alliance with Amaunator, Shar and Tyche, and jointly dominated the life and death cycle of all things in the world.

However, as time went on, Jergal gradually became extremely tired of performing his duties day after day.

When he almost disappeared and was gradually forgotten by the world, surprisingly, he generously transferred most of his priesthood to Bane, Baal and Melkor, the three gods of death known to everyone.

But who could have expected it?

Even so, Jergal, who was revered as the ultimate god of death, still secretly controlled a part of the vital power of life.