Encyclopedia of Feanor Continent

In the past, the dwarves have been living in caves bordering the earth. With the help of the developed trade system during the Shengmo period, they sold the iron and gems produced throughout the continent. Until the end of the second catastrophe, the stubborn dwarves refused to destroy The statues of the sages converted to the God of Light, so they became the target of the barbarian war. The capital of the dwarves, Deep Rock City, was breached by the Knights Templar. His homeland was destroyed by landslides, and the large army of the Knights Templar and the remnants of the dwarves were all buried underground.

The surviving dwarves lost their homes forever, and could only live among human beings, doing blacksmiths, peddlers or even lower jobs, and suffered discrimination and oppression. -- "Feno Continental Encyclopedia·History"

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Burning the world of Titans, that is, burning down the homeland on which the Protoss depended for survival, Evandel knew that they would not be so selfless, so he asked bluntly: "What about the conditions?"

"I need you to help us reopen the portal between the two realms." Cassandelle said, "After all the protoss have moved to Feanor's world, I will start to ignite the Titan world. The world has brought light for tens of thousands of years."

"...you need me?" Evandel still couldn't figure it out, "Can't the rift not work? Since the intersection of the two worlds, you have been in and out as if nothing had happened, and the demons are also invading this world through the rift, why do you need to open the teleportation Door."

"The rift is a very unstable existence. Only very powerful immortals can pass through intact. Whether low-level demons and protoss civilians can pass through is entirely dependent on luck. Ten people jump into the rift, and nine people will be lost in time and space. In the cracks, as long as there is a choice, I will not let my people make such sacrifices, we must establish a stable portal." Cassandelle looked at Evandel and said, "The origin of magic It has been polluted, and even the mages in Feanor's world can't bear the magic power needed to establish the portal. This matter can only be left to you. You are a descendant of Sharma, and you also inherited her artifact 'The Wheel of the Arcane' ’, you must cooperate with us.”

Cooperating with the Protoss, or letting the world of Feanor slowly turn into a desert of life in the endless darkness seems to be a choice that can be made without consideration, but Evandel did not agree immediately as others expected : "Nothing is necessary. My ancestor Sharma paid a huge price to expel the gods and demons, and brought thousands of years of peace to the Feanor world. If I open the portal, I'm afraid The battle of gods and demons of the past will repeat itself, and in the end people will just die in a different way."

"The war between gods and demons will not repeat itself." Cassandelle said, "The environment of the Titan world is too harsh. Over the past 3000 years, the population of the gods has been reduced to less than one-tenth of the original population. As for the demons, we It was never said that they would have a chance to come to this world, and they would be reduced to ashes in the world of Titan with the demon army they created."

"But how do I know that what you said is true?" Evandel still asked with some doubts.

"You have no way of knowing," Cassandelle said quietly, "but you have no other choice."

"...Yes, I have no choice." Evandel sighed, "I will open the portal for you and tell me what to do."

"What you have to do now is to accumulate more magic power for the wheel of the secret law. When we prepare the anchor point of the portal, I will tell you what to do next."

After getting a satisfactory result, Cassandelle disappeared. The king and ambassadors at the scene looked at each other for a while. Most of them were experienced politicians, and they were not immediately caught off guard by the sudden good news. Overwhelmed with joy, someone stood up and expressed doubts: "Her statement is too unbelievable. Could this be a trap? What if she tricked us into opening the portal and then didn't fulfill her promise?"

"Do you know what you are talking about? You actually questioned the words of the God of Light!" Darius immediately took offense, "We are servants of God, and there is no need to argue against it to carry out the will of the God of Light!"

The Pope also cautiously supported Darius' statement: "God does not need to deceive us, we should believe in the God of Light."

King Leicester said: "Whether she has any conspiracy or not, I only know that if she sits idly by, the world of Feanor will become a cannibalistic hell within three to five years, and most people will die within ten years. Now that Avondell has confirmed that the disappearance of the sun is not a cover-up, it is clear that we have no other options."

Ferdinand, the president of the almost non-existent Mage Association, also spoke: "Let's put those myths and legends aside. According to historical records, gods need to eat just like us mortals. She moved her family to a place without light. It is meaningless to come to a lifeless world, so I believe that she will have a way to make the sun reappear."

"Yeah... she'll do that." Evandel said, looking a little out of sorts, holding his forehead.

"Evandel, you are still sick." The Pope said considerately, "You should go back and have a good rest. Only when you have recovered your body can you prepare to open the portal."

Evandel stood up on the table, and when everyone thought he was about to leave, he looked at everyone with bloodshot eyes and said: "They created this world to move from the world of Titans that is about to perish. Come and live, they created human beings as servants after coming, but now everything is back to the original point. In the past, you only need to worship an illusory idol, but in the future you will have a real master to serve."

Evandel looked around the crowd: "I know we have no choice, but are you ready to be slaves?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, speechless for a while.

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The news of the God of Light's visit spread quickly. People rushed to tell each other, wept with joy, and saw the hope of living in the desperate situation. And the desperate criminal.

Everyone knows that this mage with the wheel of arcane is the only hope for them to open the portal to usher in the protoss. The luxurious hotel has temporarily become their private residence, and the hotel owner is temporarily closed in order to provide him with the best service and the quietest The church also sent Templar guards to patrol the vicinity to ensure that no one would disturb the mage's rest, and to ensure that Avondel did not need to waste his precious magic power anywhere until that day came.

Avandell put on his clothes and stretched out his hands with peace of mind, opened his mouth when he had a meal, and even the books he wanted to read were delivered to his door in person to recuperate.

Only a few people designated by Avandell can stay in the inn. On a moonlit night, they lit a bright bonfire in the spacious courtyard. Ross and Phils were competing—they tied a griffin feather on string to see who could hit the wobbling feather with a dagger.

Evandel handed a bunch of roasted mutton to Palos. Palos took it and blew it gently, biting down carefully. The mage's cooking skills are always so good, and Phils wanted to jump just smelling the aroma. Going up to grab it, he protested: "Hey, it's not fair! Isn't it agreed to be given to the winner?"

"The next string is for you," Evandel said, "if you have won Alkay."

"Although he is as powerful as a monster when he fights, when it comes to playing with daggers, I am more professional." Fiers held the tip of the dagger and threw it out, nailing it on the target with a "snatching" sound, and the feathers were taken away. I had to turn it around several times, but it still didn't fall off.

"More professional? Huh?" Evandel raised his eyebrows, and Phils made an annoyed voice. Evandel laughed a few times, and reached out to pour himself another glass of ale, but found that the barrel was empty.

"Palos, go to the wine cellar and get another barrel, just find the same barrel as this one."

"Hmm." Palos took a large piece of mutton with his teeth and chewed it in his mouth. He picked up the candlestick and walked to the underground wine cellar behind the kitchen.

For the sake of safety, the waiters in the hotel will leave after finishing the daily cleaning under the supervision of the Templars. They will only come in unless the mage needs to summon them, so they would rather do some small things by themselves.

After Palos passed the empty kitchen, the surroundings became quiet, so quiet that it was a little creepy. When Palos opened the door of the wine cellar, suddenly a black shadow rushed past, which startled Palos. At first glance, it turned out to be a black cat that was almost completely invisible in the night.

Palos breathed a sigh of relief, and when he walked into the wine cellar, he saw another black figure falling from mid-air.

This time it was not the black cat, but Alfred, the demon general. He seemed to have just gone through a fierce battle, with wounds on his body and panting. When he saw Palos, he was even a little dazed, as if he hadn't done it understand the situation.

Then Leicia also appeared, and she immediately began to cast spells to heal Alfred's wounds, but only stopped the bleeding from the biggest and deepest wounds: "The magic power in this world is too thin, I can't heal you, you patience."

Alfred ignored the pain and took two steps towards Palos: "Your Majesty the Demon King..."

"What else are you doing here?" Palos stepped back a little, looking at him with a complicated expression, both guarded and worried, "Injured?"

"The army of demons attacked the location of the teleportation magic circle. We paid a very high price to survive this time. It is not certain when and how we will see you next time." Alfred said, " It seems that the sun in Feanor's world has disappeared, and people should start to worry. Have you explained our cooperation intentions to humans? Just tell them that the demons can bring the sun back to the sky, and they will not be prejudiced no matter how big they are. Had to accept our terms."

Palos looked at him in surprise for a few seconds before opening his mouth: "Don't you know, the king of the protoss—the Cassandra that we have always worshiped as the god of light has proposed to humans to burn the world of Titans?" , turning it into the sun of Feanor’s world, and intending to burn you and the demons to ashes.”

"...Damn it, it's still a step too late." Alfred clutched his wound and leaned weakly against the wine barrel shelf, looking tired and frustrated, "This is exactly the same as our plan. Cracks appeared first in our territory, but the people of this world simply refused to listen to what we had to say, and after delaying it time and time again, we finally let them get there first."