It's the third day since the battle with the Fungus Queen ended.

After resting in the lightless forest, Brian appeared alone in a strange space.

He looked at the colors that appeared in front of him: gray blue and sunset color, brown red and light green, constantly alternating on the patches of Zeke wood mushrooms.

The thick and wrinkled roots of the mushrooms are mossy green in the flowing water. The water is slowly blown into gentle whirlpools by the wind, and seems to be blocked and stagnated by rocks, tree roots, and hanging and falling leaves.

He found that there was no clear path in the fungus forest, no direct light.

Only the luminous fungi, lichen and moss are mixed in the wind or under the water, mixed with sunlight and starlight, and blended into a hazy mass like shadows.

The trails under the tall fungus mushroom surround the mushroom stalk and pass through the rhizome. They never bypass any obstacles, twisting and turning like nerve veins.

The ground is not dry and solid, but on the contrary, it is moist and elastic. This is the result of the long and precise death process of life forms and fungi.

On this fertile 'cemetery' grow mushroom trees nearly 100 meters high, as well as countless small mushrooms sprouting.

Brian was walking on a path by the water. The water flow was often blocked by dense luminous moss, and the flow rate was very slow.

When he saw a dimly glowing old man, he stopped.

The old man sat under the umbrella of a Zeke wood mushroom and looked at him.

"Hello, great lord of fungi."

Brian kept a distance from the old man who was so hazy that he couldn't see his features at all, bowed slightly and saluted him.

At this time, the place where he appeared was similar to the mental space of the myconids.

Boslophel, the Lord of Fungi, is the god of myconids and also a god of meditation.

Therefore, He can continue to share His thoughts with Mycoid believers in the material world anytime and anywhere without any warning.

Originally, he thought that the god appeared as a giant-like mycoid, and then a huge mixture of gray-blue mycelium floated around him.

Who would have thought that he turned out to be an old human being whose face could not be seen clearly.

"A half-elf from the world of Toril." The old man looked up at Brian, "You helped my people survive a disaster, but you didn't want to accept my gift, right?"

The Mycoid God's words were very soft, but they made Brian feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.

He forced himself to maintain the most skillful calm and collected expression, took another deep breath to calm himself down, controlled his voice, and said without being arrogant or arrogant:

"Yes, because I think I have better choices."

After a brief silence.

The old laughter mixed with the gurgling river water echoed in Brian's ears, with mockery but no malice.

Brian stood there with a calm face.

Although the gift he received from saving the myconids was still very good to him now, thinking about his long-term plan, he still wanted to actively strive for something that would benefit him throughout his life.

After all, once you miss something, you really miss it forever.

"I did promise you, but you also need to understand that promises, sometimes, are just words made by a liar to fools."

After the laughter stopped, the old man continued: "Now, I will give you a chance to make a choice that convinces me, otherwise, you will get nothing."

Hearing this, Brian secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, he was really worried that his actions would offend a god, causing the other god to use the excuse of 'greedy' to steal his reward.

After calming down, he thought for a moment and slowly said the idea he had already considered: "I need to gain control of a small town in the mechanical mirror of Clock Nirvana."

The mechanical mirror of watch nirvana.

It is an upper plane with ultimate order.

In the mechanical world, order is regarded as the highest criterion everywhere.

It consists of perfectly equal bands of light and dark, as well as equal amounts of heat and cold.

The shape of this plane is like a drop-shaped clock, and it has an obvious tree-shaped domain.

Each law here constitutes an independent kingdom of gears, and all operations rotate according to their respective principles.

Each cog operates with huge computing data. In addition to those puzzling legal functions, even the various divine powers cannot understand the functions of these data. [Remarks: "Mechanical Mirror - World of Watches"]

The reason why Brian said this was mainly because he took a fancy to a characteristic of the mechanical realm.

As an outer plane filled with constructs, gears, and modrons.

When you choose to make a constructed creature here, the time and consumption required, as well as the quality of the product, will be reduced and strengthened to varying degrees based on your recognition of yourself and the will of the plane, and you may even receive additional benefits from the will of the plane.

ability.

It was this characteristic that gave him the idea of ​​establishing a biological factory for production of constructs in the Machinery Realm.

Of course, there is the most important point.

The characteristics of the mechanical realm are not only mechanical creation, but also a plane closest to the laws of time.

Only here can you have the opportunity to explore the most original mystery of time and develop legendary spells and insights related to time.

Because Brian's plot is very big, if he wants to gain a foothold in the Machinery Realm and build his own strength in the future, he will have to find a god to protect him.

This is like a person with great ambitions who wants to buy a house and take root in a big city. Depending on his personal ability and hard work, he will definitely have the opportunity to complete it.

But if he wanted to buy land to build a force and a factory, he would have to establish relationships with the city's leaders.

otherwise.

Evil gods, demon lords, devil kings, plane business groups, etc., there are all kinds of monsters and monsters in endless levels. They come over from time to time and treat your territory as a dungeon, causing you to lose everything.

After all, the physical plane is bound by laws, which prevents the gods from coming in their true form, and even incarnation requires a huge price.

As long as he doesn't seek death and become an enemy of the entire world, he can live happily.

But in a similar outer plane like the Mechanical Realm, there is no such benefit at all. If a true god holds a grudge, it will be easier to kill you than to kill an ant.

Boslophel, the Lord of Fungi, is a medium-power deity who lives in the Mechanical Realm.

In the mechanical realm, if he were to protect him, the quasi-god powers and gods from hostile forces would at least be afraid of it and would not dare to take action themselves.

As for those enemies in the legendary realm, once their strength grows and reaches the legendary level, they can basically be dealt with by themselves.

"Just you? A mortal who doesn't even know what the legendary realm is."

The old man's words contained the purest mockery, and even the hazy gray-blue light that enveloped him turned into bright red, symbolizing mockery, due to the change in mood.

"That's right." Brian said calmly:

"I may not have such an opportunity now, but I am afraid that even the gods may not be able to accurately predict what will happen in the future. Moreover, if I die before reaching the legendary realm, this condition will not be suitable for you

, which is equivalent to nothing, no loss at all.”

"That's not what convinces me."

The Lord of Fungi was silent for a moment, and the hazy color turned into gray-blue again.

"I have consulted ancient classics." Brian had already guessed that the other party would answer this way, and he continued to say in a tone that was neither humble nor overbearing:

"Not only do I clearly know the details of the 'Disaster of Tears', but I also know the ancient history of the Awkward Wood. When I witnessed the ideology of the Awkward Wood with my own eyes on the astral plane, I further confirmed the thoughts in my heart.

Thoughts. As the master of fungi of the myconid family, I believe you must have better judgment than us mortals."

Brian stopped talking and stopped talking.

'The Catastrophe of Tears' occurred at the beginning of the creation of the world of Toril, the third era after the Thunder Era - "The Birth of the Three Creator Races" and the Dawn Era - "The Confrontation between Dragons and Giants":

The first era of prosperity.

This is what happened about 23,000 to 12,000 years ago.

Of course, it can also be called the Elf Era.

In this era, with the elves' successive victories over dragons and giants, elven civilization reached its peak in the world of Toril.

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Then a familiar scene happened.

Over thousands of years, the elves, as an immigrant race, have long forgotten how the disaster happened in the elven kingdom.

After all, the pain of history will always be gradually forgotten with the passage of time.

These high elves want to use magic in the world of Toril to create an ideal home that can permanently protect themselves.

Then hundreds of high elven mages whose elven strength reached the legendary level gathered in the center of the mainland of the world of Toril, in what is now the Kingdom of Cormyr.

They joined forces and jointly arranged a magic circle with a diameter of more than ten kilometers here.

When the power of the spell reaches its peak.

The huge amount of magical energy instantly exceeded the expectations and control of the elf mages.

As the first Elf Mage was devoured by magic and exploded to death, the next few hundred legendary level Elf Mages suffered the same fate in the following minutes, just like the floating city in Netheril that was tricked into dumplings.

fate.

However, this was far from over, something even more terrifying happened.

These uncontrolled huge magical energies broke through the sky and attracted a huge comet to fall from the sky.
To be continued...