The feast on the mountain was extremely lively. Seductive succubi appeared among the trees. These creatures, which were almost indistinguishable from humans, were rare monsters that could coexist peacefully with humans. Except for the horns on their heads and the hooves on their feet, they had beautiful human - like appearances and often seduced young men, causing them to lose their minds.
Succubi didn't kill people or drink human blood and usually had no ill intentions. They often appeared in the words of idlers, and of course, all the words associated with succubi were vulgar.
Driven by endless carnal desires, succubi would mate with any humanoid race in an attempt to satisfy this desire. Although their "victims" rarely resisted, it didn't mean that succubi weren't dangerous. Their endless desires might be pleasurable at first, but they had made more than one man go mad or die.
Those who were seduced by succubi would become melancholy, lose their appetites and interest in other things in the world. Men would sigh every day, groan with pale faces, and almost become addicted to this state.
And this time, the prey caught in the white arms of the succubi was the Wild Hunt! These originally elven lives had long lost the vital energy that the succubi craved. Their pale skins didn't bring warmth but only a chilling coldness that made one shudder.
Three tall Lady of the Forests were lying on deer - skin - covered stone beds, and the elf in the middle of them was Illyris - the commander of the Wild Hunt!
Tyche was a bit surprised. Would the quasi - undead Wild Hunt still have the urge to indulge in carnal pleasures?
The Lady of the Forests were the first to notice this uninvited guest. They were closely connected to this land and looked up at Tyche sitting on the tree branch.
Tyche was also very interested in the Lady of the Forests. Her eyes saw through the beautiful disguises of the ladies, and the polluted divinity still shone brilliantly. It was definitely not something that these man - eating monsters should possess!
When she discovered the ugly true forms of the Lady of the Forests, Tyche felt a bit sorry for Illyris, who was indulged in their arms.
Tyche, shrouded in white light, floated down from the tree. The elves immediately picked up their dropped weapons and were on guard, while the succubi cursed discontentedly and put on their clothes, keeping a long distance from this dispute.
"Beautiful ladies, welcome to our Sabbath feast."
The Lady of the Forests looked up with hazy eyes and invited Tyche. Their slender fingers stroked their smooth cheeks and approached Illyris's bare chest to suck the dripping fine wine.
An invisible fluctuation flashed by, and an extremely piercing sharp sound rang in the ears of the Lady of the Forests. They screamed, and blood gushed out of their ears, dazzling.
"Filth! Blasphemy! Sin!"
Tyche's voice caused an earthquake. The baby corpses in the soup pot made her furious.
The thunderbolts roaming in the sky suddenly fell, tearing apart the disguises of the Lady of the Forests. The noble and dignified appearances were just the outer skins they wore. They howled and showed their ugly true forms, which startled Illyris.
Tyche waved her hand to summon a whirlwind, which carried Illyris, who was covering her face and vomiting, away. Then she walked firmly towards the Lady of the Forests, who were holding their heads and rolling on the ground.
"Let me see the power you stole from there!"
She reached out to grab their souls polluted by sins. From their memories, Tyche got everything she wanted.
During the conjunction of the celestial spheres - when the World Consciousness "robbed", a dilapidated temple fell into the wilderness of Velen. The owner of the temple was Ulthar, the god of the Polar Regions, a deity worshipped by frost giants and the descendants of elements! The best part was that this weak - willed polar god came from the world of the Magic Goddess - the world of Faerûn!
The temple, whose god had lost consciousness, was opened by the Lady of the Forests. The faint divinity on the statue was obtained by them. With this, the Lady of the Forests became deities and tyrannized in Velen, gaining faith.
Even though it was thousands of miles away, this divinity still had a connection with its original owner, Ulthar, the god of the Polar Regions, and could guide Tyche to the direction of the world of Faerûn.
The blue - white divinity shone with a faint glimmer. Its original owner must be in a bad situation; otherwise, it wouldn't have been so easily grasped by the Lady of the Forests.
Tyche suddenly remembered under what circumstances the Magic Goddess entrusted the Magic Net to her. Naturally, she understood what had happened to Ulthar, the god of the Polar Regions.
The Creator God, Eru, might be able to reverse the disaster of world destruction, but weak deities without self - protection abilities were easily prey to other gods eager to regain power during this disaster. Ulthar, the god of the Polar Regions, might have been under attack by his enemies and had long since given up this part of divinity.
But this polar god must still be alive, perhaps extremely weakened and in a deep sleep, but definitely not dead!
Illyris wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and bowed half - kneeling to Tyche.
"Respected Maia."
Tyche put away the divinity in her hand and turned to look at this elf from the same world as the dryads.
"The leader of the Wild Hunt, Ameé Ard has already told you enough information. What's your choice? Stay or leave?"
Illyris replied in a low voice, "We are all willing to return to Middle - Earth, but we have been given the mission to resist the white frost and cannot escape."
Tyche nodded and pointed to the tall oak tree on the mountain top, "Take this oak tree to Ameé Ard. The new academy needs this oak tree that brings fertility to solve the food problem."
The lifeless bodies of the Lady of the Forests began to disintegrate, turning into pure energy and returning to the earth. This land could remain fertile for a long time and support the few residents here without any problems.
Tyche opened a portal and headed towards the dilapidated temple hidden underground. This place, called the Murmuring Hills, was covered with tall trees. The location of the temple had been flooded. Tyche could clearly see that several water ghosts occupied the temple, and the animal carcasses emitted an unpleasant smell. There were almost no signs of fish activity in the water.
The cold water flow gradually parted as Tyche stepped in. The return of divinity made the temple shine faintly. Tyche carefully searched through the dilapidated building. Apart from the blurred divine emblems and doctrines on the walls, there was nothing of value.
One thing in the memory of the divinity caught Tyche's attention. Along with this temple came a devil from hell. These cunning creatures would regard this world as their private hunting ground, but there was no danger of a large - scale invasion from hell.
On second thought, the task of finding the devil could be entrusted to the spellcasters. They would be very happy to dissect such an unfamiliar creature.
In the message, Tyche described this devil as an evil being who could make deals and trade souls to fulfill wishes. This fully mobilized the activeness of the spellcasters. Before long, Tyche learned that a strange merchant had appeared in the White Orchard of Temeria.
This man named Gaunter O'Dimm had an ordinary appearance, and the only thing worthy of praise was his deep - brown eyes. Those eyes seemed to have the magic of seeing through people's hearts, which made him very successful in luring those frustrated men and women into making contracts with him with his words.
As Tyche expected, this seemingly noble devil had already taken on the form of a law.
As one could imagine, the scheming law wouldn't allow this outsider to run wild and had dealt with him early, signing an unequal contract. Now this devil, who could stop time with a wave of his hand, was no better than a slave. Even the Wild Hunt, who were being exploited, were in a better situation than him, looking just like a law slave.
Tyche's arrival didn't make any attempt to hide. Gaunter O'Dimm said with a long face, "I don't know where this so - called saint comes from. What kind of information do you want from me?"
"The real information I want to know, I'm afraid you can't tell me." Tyche sized up Gaunter O'Dimm and said with a half - smile, "What's your true form? A hag?"
A hag is a very special kind of devil. They often move between the demons in the abyss and the devils in hell and are often seen selling shoddy products on the battlefields of the Blood War.
"Oh, am I so lucky to meet a fellow countryman?"
Gaunter O'Dimm's face turned even uglier. A devil who cheated souls became a free worker. If this news got back to hell, he would become the laughingstock of all creatures.
The breath of the Magic Net appeared quietly. The depressed devil shuddered and looked up at Tyche.
"The Mother of Magic? You're still alive!"
The silver fire that flickered in Tyche's eyes was the unique silver fire of the Magic Goddess, Mystra. This kind of fire, which could directly convert the original energy into magical energy, made Gaunter O'Dimm confirm the real identity of the person in front of him.
"So, you survived the integration of the worlds. Are you the lord of a certain layer of hell?"
Twirling the long hair hanging on her shoulders, Tyche began her performance. Her aggressive attitude seemed quite normal to Gaunter O'Dimm. It would be strange if the Lawful - Good Magic Goddess was friendly to the Lawful - Evil devil.
"Alright, let's not waste time on old stories."
The silver light in Tyche's eyes shone brightly, "I do have some questions to ask you. Shall I ask, or will you tell me yourself?"
After saying that, she reached out to touch Gaunter O'Dimm's forehead, preparing to peek into the devil's memory.
"Your Highness! Your Highness! I'll tell you everything you want to know!"
Only then did Tyche stop her hand.
"Then let's start from how the gods came back to life!"
According to Gaunter O'Dimm's narration, the High God, Eru, reversed that world - destroying disaster, but this Creator God also fell into a deep sleep and was unable to maintain order. And the gods didn't behave themselves at this critical moment and started to plot to seize the divinities of other gods!
"Since you weren't among the gods who returned after death, the disappearance of the Magic Net caused an uproar. The gods of magic closed the Moon Gate and refused all visitors. The evil - aligned gods, led by the Storm God, Talos, took the opportunity to strike at the followers of the good - aligned gods. Human kingdoms were in chaos, and there were summoners of demons and devils everywhere."
"What about Shar? Did she take any actions?"
Tyche immediately asked about the culprit of this disaster. What reaction did Shar, who created the Shadow Weave, have?
"The Night Goddess?"
The unlucky Gaunter O'Dimm was a bit confused, "She took advantage of the situation and gained a lot of power. The God of Revenge, Hoar, died at her hands, and the Shadow Divinity of the God of Thieves, Mask, was also snatched away by her. Shar also gained the divinities of winter, torment, and conspiracy. Coupled with her original divinities of darkness and night, this goddess now has more than twenty divinities. Even Bane has to give way to her. She's really powerful."
Tyche narrowed her eyes. The Storm God, Talos, and the Night Goddess, Shar, were both powerful deities of the evil alignment. There was no reason why Shar wouldn't take the opportunity to gather the magical power and suppress her sister, the Moon Goddess, Selûne, right?
On the contrary, winter was the domain of the Winter Maiden, Auril, a vassal of Talos. Why did Shar seem to be dragging Talos down?
There must be some hidden truths that Tyche didn't know. It seemed that the Magic Goddess hadn't told everything.
"What about the Death Gods? And what about the Death Recorder, Iyachtu Xvim? Did they have any unusual movements?"
Bane, the God of Tyranny, Myrkul, the God of the Dead, and Bhaal, the God of Murder, became the new immortals after taking over the divinity of the ancient God of Death, Iyachtu Xvim. This unassuming ancient God of Death abandoned his power, giving rise to two powerful deities and one medium - level deity. These three new deities were called the Death Gods, and the original God of Death, Iyachtu Xvim, became the Death Recorder with a weak divinity.
But Tyche didn't dare to underestimate these deities that had existed since ancient times. The era when Iyachtu Xvim was born was only slightly later than that of the Magic Goddess. He was only after the two Creator Goddesses, Shar and Selûne, and the Earth Goddess, Chauntea, who was born in their battle, and was almost born at the same time as the Storm God, Talos.
"The Death Gods also participated in this melee. After giving up his divinity, His Highness Iyachtu Xvim has been silent and rarely heard of him."
This was getting stranger and stranger. Tyche narrowed her eyes and calculated. The ancient gods had their own unique aspects. Tyche suspected that they had private alliances among themselves. Even the enmity between Shar and Selûne might be an act! But why did they do this? Because of Eru?
After thinking for a while, Tyche pulled herself out of the confusion. The answers to these questions might only be obtained by meeting them in person.
She waved her hand to let the cautious devil leave and opened a portal back to the Sorcerer Academy on Mount Blue. This building was already completed, and groups of spellcasters could be seen everywhere. The oak tree provided energy for the spellcasters. Tyche could clearly see that the protective shield relying on the oak tree enveloped the academy, forming a sharp contrast between the outside cold wind and the warm spring inside.
The faith in magic had taken root. The Magic Goddess, who had disguised herself as Mystra (miss.real), had been accepted. As the essence of the Magic Net, she didn't need pure faith. As long as there were spellcasters using magic, a part of the magical power would be converted into her strength, becoming the anchor that pulled her out of the Astral Plane.
The witchers in Kaer Morhen were hibernating. Although they couldn't change their reputation among the people, Tyche had done everything she could for these brave monster - slayers. At least they didn't have to worry about their economic sources anymore, which would enable them to be more selective when accepting commissions.
The permissions of the Magic Net were opened to the witchers. Their lifespans were far longer than ordinary people. Perhaps with the help of the Magic Net, they could become spellcasters no inferior to the sorcerers.
After saying goodbye to the witchers, Tyche came to the World Tree at the periphery of the world. With the cooperation of the World Tree, the true form of the one who had obtained the Entropy Divinity gradually eroded the white frost to complete this divinity. Naturally, Tyche wouldn't do free work for the world law. She got all the knowledge from the law, and the unique potions and alchemy in this world were collected by Tyche.
The law also promised to give the location of Middle - Earth, allowing the tree dryads and elves who wanted to return to be free. Tyche didn't suffer any losses either.