You must know that the fertility rate of dark elves is not high compared to humans.

If they don't take the initiative to have more children, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to catch up with your mother in the number of believers."

Eilistraee smiled and shook her head: "No, there is no need, just stay in this state.

As long as they do not affect other people, I will give my blessing to both same-sex and opposite-sex love.

What's more, even if half of the population chooses the same sex, wouldn't the other half choose the opposite sex?

I think they should be able to take on the responsibility of reproducing future generations and make this city more prosperous and prosperous."

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"Okay, as long as you're happy."

Seeing that the dark girl didn't care, what else could Zuo Si say, he could only shrug his shoulders and pretend to be indifferent.

And as the relatively sacred religious ceremony ends, the celebration begins to enter the carnival stage.

Many male and female groups will hold hands and hide in unknown secret alleys or rooms, and start hugging each other passionately, kissing, hugging, and caressing. All kinds of strange sounds will soon be heard from all directions.<

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If nothing else happens, there should be many babies born in a few months to a year.

In order not to disturb the interests of the believers, Eilistraee quietly left after giving her blessing, without any pretense of being a god.

Just when Zuo Si was about to turn around and leave, a dark elf girl blocked his way.

This girl is none other than Lirael, the little princess of the Baenre family who escaped from Menzoberranzan.

Because she is from the immortal race, she looks no different from when the two met for the first time.

The only difference is that I'm not wearing any clothes today.

"Are you leaving?" Lirael asked, raising her eyebrows.

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Well, yes.

Now that the inauguration ceremony is over, what is left is carnival time for the residents of this city, and there is no need for me, an outsider, to continue to participate.

Otherwise, it would be too rude if you accidentally disturb other people's good things."

"What if someone invites you to join them?"

Lirael assumed a pose that she thought was full of temptation, and kept hinting with her eyes.

There is no doubt that the things that are constantly happening in the city have made her have some uncontrollable sexual feelings, so that she has physical reactions and desires.

And in the whole city, the only person the girl is familiar with and has some affection for is Zuo Si in front of her.

Since the dark elves have long been a matriarchal society, women usually take the initiative in this regard.

They generally do not suppress their passions, and will ask any lowly man they like to provide services to them whenever necessary.

"Haha, let's forget it.

Because you are not ready for this at all, and neither am I.

In addition, as a mage, you should learn to restrain your desires and stay rational and calm.

You should not be controlled by instinct, but defeat it."

Zuo Si declined the other party's invitation tactfully.

Because Gracia's expulsion made him understand a truth.

That is, before getting Talona, ​​any too close contact will make the goddess jealous, which will mess up the whole thing.

"Alas - maybe you are right."

Lirael was obviously a little frustrated after being rejected, but the hormonal aura that was exuding all over her body before was obviously much lighter, and she quickly turned around and disappeared at the end of the dark street.

Not long after she left, Xia En VII, who had been waiting for a long time, appeared out of thin air and asked in a slightly playful tone: "I didn't disturb your good deeds, did I?"

Zuo Si sneered and shook his head: "No. You should know that in Faerun at this stage, all such good things are unlikely to have any results in the end."

"Because of Talona?"

Xia En VII obviously knew some inside information, and his eyes immediately revealed the burning fire of gossip.

After all, for most gods, the elect are usually just relatively high-level believers, and even if they are favored, they cannot replace the huge church institutions in the mortal world.

Many senior leaders of the church actually have the same status as the electorate, and may even become hostile to each other because of their different understandings of doctrine.

But the church in Talona is very strange.

It has obviously split into two completely different sects, but both sides are extremely respectful towards Zuo Si, the only voter, and there has not been a single internal fight so far.

Every once in a while, he will take the initiative to send the materials, gems, books, scrolls and magic items he collected.

Although Zuo Si has always disliked seeing each other, the leaders of the two sects were as persistent as those spare tires and licking dogs, doing their best to please them.

This attitude is basically the same as serving the incarnation and saint of your own god.

Therefore, Xia En VII has always believed that Talona's treatment of Zuo Si is not the normal attitude between gods and electors at all, but a mixture of many complex emotions, and perhaps unknown taboos.

Zuo Si rolled his eyes angrily: "Who else would it be? Forget it, now is not the time to talk about this, let's get down to business first."

"You're right! We should do business first! How about starting the spark to go to that world now?"

As soon as he heard the word "business", Xia En VII suddenly became full of excitement and expectation.

After all, he has only been to one time and space so far, and he is eager to see more different worlds.

The most important thing is that after being relieved of the heavy responsibility of ruling the Sharn Empire, this legendary demilich can be said to be free from all things. He devoted all his energy and time to learning all kinds of knowledge and studying the Planeswalker Spark.

In strength.

In a short period of time, he raised his spark level to LV10.

He also went to other planes full of negative energy to capture a winter ghost with a very high warrior professional level, as well as a powerful mummy spellcaster with complete consciousness, and with the help of Zuo Si, he carried out a series of enhancements, and finally

Transform into a follower.

As for other summoned creatures of various levels, they are too numerous to count.

As long as there is sufficient mana in the mana pool, a huge army capable of destroying a country can be summoned in minutes, of which undead creatures account for more than two-thirds.

The rest are basically Faerun’s native magical creatures and some alien creatures.

Compared with Zuo Si, who rarely takes the initiative to attack the good camp, Xia En VII obviously does not have such scruples. He has captured a lot of various angels and metal dragons.

His drive to collect all the illustrated books no matter what was not lost to Zuo Si, who originally aspired to become the strongest Pokémon master in Faerûn.

If the planeswalker's card were not tightly bound to his own spark, it would be impossible to obtain and use the card inside unless he directly captured the spark. The two of them would probably be able to get together and exchange their knowledge.

"Here, here are the coordinates. Let's see how those players performed in the final battle."

Zuo Si casually gave the coordinates of Song of Ice and Fire to Xia En VII, and then the two of them activated the sparks and disappeared.

Just one second later, they appeared out of thin air in a snowy and extremely cold land.

However, unlike many imaginary White Walkers and undead armies besieging the Great Wall or a city in the north, the situation here is that hundreds of thousands of players are chasing the White Walkers and their undead servants like mad dogs.

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With the help of a little magic and industrial technology, vehicles that look like large sleighs are moving at a leisurely speed like open nets, constantly compressing the space for these magical creatures to move.

Once a large enemy force is discovered, a signal will be sent immediately to summon nearby players to gather around and initiate a righteous group fight.

But if they are a small force, they will rush forward like sharks that smell blood, and use the various weapons in their hands to drive out the enemy and kill them all.

These weapons may include projectiles made of muskets and dragon crystal, a simple flamethrower and incendiary bottles made by players, grenades also stuffed with a large number of dragon crystal fragments, and arrows with dragon crystal arrowheads installed on the front of the steam sled.

Large hand-cranked Gatling and so on.

Finally, there are the various magic weapons, equipment, scrolls and potions purchased from the Floating City, as well as the arcane and divine spells you master.

There are also some crazy bastards who simply add a meat grinding device or sharp blade like a chainsaw to the steam sleigh, and then run at full speed towards the enemy army.

Occasionally, players riding on five or six-meter-long baby dragons can be seen whizzing past in the sky, swooping down and spitting out hot flames and lightning breath.

These guys were the fifth batch of lucky ones selected later. When creating characters, they chose the special bloodline of "Dragon Controller" which was added later.

From the handsome and beautiful appearance of the Targaryen family, as well as the iconic platinum hair and violet and indigo irises, it is not difficult to tell that their bodies are essentially those of "Dragon Mother" Daenerys

Gene cloning products.

Although at the beginning, the excessive intensity of this profession caused dissatisfaction and even protests from many veteran players.

After all, just being able to fly around on a dragon is a huge advantage.

But soon, as the dragons of the "Dragon Controller" grew bigger and bigger, and the feeding expenses increased exponentially, all dissatisfaction and protests disappeared, replaced by schadenfreude.

Because almost all the income of a "dragon master" must be used to buy fish and meat to ensure that his dragon can grow up smoothly and not become hungry and have a bad temper that is difficult to control.

When the body size expands to a certain level, ordinary players will not be able to support such a behemoth at the rate at which they make money.

Therefore, the "Dragon Controller" who was once so famous before soon had to sign a prostitution agreement with various players' guilds, and turned from a free man into a thug supported by the guild.

Their role in this war is to conduct high-altitude reconnaissance and provide cover for ground troops when necessary. Occasionally, they are also responsible for throwing four large incendiary bombs into the areas where White Walkers and corpses are most densely populated.<

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To be continued...