From Baron's Second Son to Dragon Rider

After someone took the lead, those gods who still had blood or were reluctant to give up their own divinity, one after another, solemnly signed their names on the contract.

However, there were still some gods who had not made up their minds.

Some of them were caught in a difficult balance, and they were still hesitant about whether to participate in this battle;

Others were blinded by greed, trying to keep the precious divinity in their hands and avoid joining the battlefield.

However, the five powerful beings above would not tolerate these gods to continue to delay.

"What do you think of the remaining guys?"

"Do you want to fight or retreat?"

Mistra finally couldn't hold back her anger and shouted loudly.

Although she was the goddess of magic and controlled the endless magic secrets in the world, her temper was not as gentle as people imagined.

At this moment, looking at the group of young gods below who were still hesitating, her heart was like a ignited gunpowder barrel, and her irritability was surging and difficult to contain.

You know, Mistra also came step by step from the distant ancient times.

At the beginning, she was just an ordinary human mage on the road to becoming a god.

Along the way, she experienced countless storms and hardships, and she had a deep and extremely deep feeling for the vast continent of Faerun under her feet.

In her opinion, this feeling is no less than any god.

Now, when she saw that this group of so-called "younger generations" were so cowardly, in addition to the blazing fire of anger in her heart, she also faintly emerged with an indescribable sense of sadness.

This sadness comes from the worry about the future of the gods, and also from the recollection and emotion of the past years.

"I'll give you five minutes. If you haven't made a choice yet, I will consider you to have voluntarily given up your position as God!"

The Elf God Corellon said sternly, and slowly drew out the sword flashing with cold light from his waist.

At this moment, his anger was burning in his heart, and it can be said that his anger was no less than that of Mystra.

He could never have imagined that during the days when he was recovering from his injuries, the gods of the continent of Faerun would actually fall into such a miserable state, and even lost their will to fight!

Thinking of this, Corellon couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

He turned his head and looked around at the gods of the Elf God System and the Life God System behind him, and was relieved to find that all the gods followed him unswervingly, and no one showed the slightest timidity or retreat.

Seeing this, Corellon secretly breathed a sigh of relief:

"Fortunately, the two pantheons I lead have not yet produced the kind of cowardly waste who is greedy for life and flees in the face of battle, otherwise, I will really lose my face completely."

However, at this moment, Corellon suddenly noticed with his keen insight that Pero, who was sitting in the middle, looked a little strange.

So, he looked down along Pero's gaze, and sure enough, he saw several gods of the sun pantheon among the gods who had not yet made a decision.

And the God of Colored Shells was among them.

At this time, the God of Colored Shells, who was under the focus of the two great gods, was in extreme struggle and entanglement.

After a fierce ideological struggle, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and the blood and dignity in his heart finally prevailed.

"Honorable Sun God, if I unfortunately die on this cruel battlefield, please take good care of my people and never let them suffer the disaster of genocide!"

The God of Colored Shells is not a coward, but he knows that he shoulders a heavy responsibility like a mountain.

You know, although the Colored Shells are magical creatures, they have almost no fighting ability.

The reason why they can survive in the dangerous and weak-preying continent of Faerun is all due to the dazzling and brilliant blessing of the Sun God.

Even at certain times, the colored shells are regarded by people as the embodiment of the sacred will of the Sun God.

Under the blessing of the Sun God Perro, after thousands of years of accumulation and precipitation, the Colored Shells finally successfully gave birth to the god in front of them.

If he really died in this tragic war, the deep foundation accumulated by the entire Colored Shells for thousands of years of unremitting efforts would probably be wiped out in an instant, and all the hard work would be wasted.

Faced with the earnest request of the God of Colored Shells, the Sun God Perro was silent for a long time...

"No problem, if there is such a day, you unfortunately fall in battle, don't worry, I will take good care of the Colored Shells for you!"

After hearing Perro's resounding promise, the God of Colored Shells' originally tense face instantly relaxed, he laughed freely, and then strode forward without hesitation.

Every step seemed to be carried with firm determination and endless courage, and in the blink of an eye he came to the mysterious contract.

He took a deep breath, slowly raised his right hand, stretched out his index finger, and lightly tapped it. A ray of pure soul power overflowed from his fingertips, like a smart light band, wrapped around his fingers, and finally landed steadily on the contract.

At the same time, the gods standing by and watching could not help but look at each other.

When they saw the God of Colored Shells make such a decisive decision, they all felt mixed emotions.

Especially those gods who also came from weak tribes, they were deeply touched.

You know, for them, their own life and death often concerns the fate of the entire tribe.

Therefore, when facing such a contract that may affect the future direction of the race, they have to be extremely cautious.

However, after a fierce inner struggle, many gods finally took brave steps.

They were either solemn or resolute, but without exception, everyone's eyes flashed with ardent expectations for the future of the tribe.

In this way, more than a dozen gods came to the contract one after another, imitating the actions of the God of Colored Shells, and left their precious souls on the mysterious contract.

Most of these gods were of humble origins, and their tribes were weak, or even there was only one god in the entire tribe.

It can be said that they are the only hope of the tribe and the pillars supporting the survival and development of the entire tribe.

Therefore, at such a critical moment, it is normal for them to show some hesitation.

In the end, only a few gods were left standing on the field.