He didn't want to do anything, he was just borrowing a way. Why did he even send Six Fingers to monitor him?
With that kind of free time, Graz'zt might as well go to Heavenly Mountain and spar with the God of Order, instead of just taking advantage of the two-headed orangutan!
He tilted his head slightly and found that Graz'zt was only watching from a distance. He didn't look at him as much as he did at the opposite side, the Grand Duke of Maradomini, Barzebuto, who was sent by the Nine Hells.
Tsk, the Lord of Lies in hell, facing off against the Lord of Darkness, who is famous for his cunning in the abyss... Hmm? The one behind you, who is poking his head, is Cyric?
Why is that guy looking at him, Ransondel?
Wait... Cyric, is it Balzebul you are staring at?
If the World Tree hadn't been right in front of him, Lansander would never have been able to control his urge to look back!
Does that guy Cyric think that only lying is his core priesthood?
Even the devil who has something to do with the lying name wants to give him two blows!
But aren’t they two different things?
Cyric, are you even more crazy?
In a flash of thought, Lansander suddenly felt like he was struck by lightning... Cyric the Dark Sun!
How could he not have thought of Cyric at all?
If Toril's sun really becomes dual-core, with Amaunatar's brains, will he still want to fight Cyric?
Tsk…
No wonder Shar knew that her words would arouse Lansander's vigilance, but couldn't help but add a little jealousy and fuel!
Ransander couldn't help but clenched his fists, and his fingers dug deeply into his palms... He had to control himself so that his mental power would not be distracted by an overly shocked mind.
Even though his light of dawn is the fastest light in the multiverse, it is still very difficult to fly on this too far distance.
Moreover, Ransander is also a little worried that World Tree does not want to be touched by his dawn light... Although he knows that there are many special reasons why he is disliked by others, the result of being rejected everywhere still makes Ransander feel a little guilty.
He doesn't care about all this in Toril... Although he seems friendly, Lansander actually dislikes all Toril gods equally.
All in all, he was only a little friendly to Tyr and a little more concessionary to the elves.
But this isn’t the World Tree!
Not only is he the oldest god, he is also the boss of the Hill family!
Lansendre was really worried that he would be regarded as a bad friend of a junior in the family.
Fortunately, the World Tree did not avoid him. It could even be said that it stretched out its branches and leaves very happily.
The light of dawn, carrying Lansendre's greetings and requests, still touched the lowest branch and leaf on the tall tree trunk.
"Huh?" A low voice sounded in Lansander's spiritual sea... It was obviously just a sound, but it made Lansander feel a huge and terrifying vitality.
He finally understood what the fearful vitality was.
That feeling of oppression was really...like it could turn him into a tree in the blink of an eye.
This is because the World Tree has no hostility towards him.
"Haha~" The low laughter continued to echo in Lansander's mind, "Little Hill, you are already so big!
Lathander of Toril, right?
It's not a surprise that Hill will become friends with you.
I agree to your request.
Enjoy playing!"
Probably sensing the tension of the Lord of the Dawn, World Tree quickly left Lansander's spiritual sea.
"Lansendre, what did you just do?" Cyric, who had been spying from a distance, suddenly jumped out.
"What does it have to do with you?" Lansander blurted out, who had not yet recovered.
"Look at yourself first." Cyric's tone contained a rare sense of reason.
Only then did Lansander suddenly realize that... he was clearly standing in front of the dimensional door. His surroundings, and even his hair and robes, were covered with red roses.
Knowing that this is the dimensional gate opened by the abyss and hell, there is no way the Lord of the Dawn could just stand in front of it so carelessly.
The defensive magic he prepared, even if the will of the abyss takes action himself, can still leave enough reaction time for Lansander.
However, Lansendre didn't even know how World Tree did it.
His defensive spells had no reaction at all.
"Help a friend and say hello to his elders." Although his heart was in turmoil, Ransander spoke calmly.
Cyric looked at him carefully... Although the Lord of the Dawn had many faults, he really didn't tell many lies.
Lansendre just likes to talk about him.
Just like this sentence, although Cyric was confused when he heard it, he was sure that Lansander was telling the truth.
"How dare you run out like this?" Lansander was actually more curious, "Has the Kingdom of God been repaired?"
"No." Cyric told a lie that both of them understood without blinking... If he hadn't repaired and hid his kingdom, how could he dare to go out?
If you are not careful, it will be smashed into scraps.
"Well..." Lansander followed his words very naturally, "No wonder you came here to see how many layers of mountains the abyss and hell can smash, right?
Um?
This is the doorstep of the Greek Gods’ home! How come it’s so fast?
The ones on the ground floor..."
“I completely pretended to be dead, locked myself in the main temple, and didn’t come out to resist at all.” Cyric sneered, “I wanted to play a grand abyss fireworks and let the abyss lord rush to the bottom of Paradise Mountain as retribution!
No one else would continue to fight for them!
The only brave Asmodeus is now the main force attacking them!"
"The female war goddess in the Greek pantheon is quite brave." Lansander looked at her curiously, "Holding the shield and sword, it's that Athena, right?
My friends mentioned her as the only sensible person in the Greek pantheon."
The boy Cyric tilted his head angrily... Although he has several images, if the person standing opposite is a guy like Lansendre who can attack at the slightest carelessness, Cyric still prefers to be threatening.
The lower type.
Originally, he could have used a gentler female image, which he is better at.
Really, it is much easier for Cyric, who can easily see through people's hearts, to pretend to be a considerate and good woman than to pretend to be an ignorant boy!
Especially when he needs to show that he is harmless... Although everyone knows that he is not like that on the surface, it can at least alleviate the hostility of some people.
However, if the opponent was someone like Ransendre, Cyric would not be able to pretend well... Even though Ransendre looked like a young man, in his eyes, he looked more like a real boy than him.
Tsk, it’s really hard to do... He acted a little bit, and the guy opposite him looked at him with crazy mocking eyes.
Although this can also make the scene a little more relaxing, it will not cause him to spy on something and arouse Lansander's hostility and fight with him... But Cyric has always been arrogant and really doesn't like this feeling of being laughed at all the time.
But after the incident in Helm, even the slightly crazy Cyric knew that it was best not to show off his female incarnation while this incident was still the biggest news in Toril.
It just means that it can't be used for a period of time, and he doesn't care... Anyway, sooner or later, there will be bigger news in Toril than his fun.
The memory of the Toril people has always been worse than that of dogs.
Lansander looked at Cyric in confusion: "What do you want to know from me?
Haven't I been paying attention to Toril's affairs lately?
Those games you play have nothing to do with me, right?
Or, did you secretly attack my people?"
The tone of his last words suddenly rose, and his eyes became particularly sharp... Cyric was startled and shook his head quickly: "How could I attack your voters!"
He is a rational madman, okay!
But Cyric was unwilling to show too much weakness in front of Lansander, so he immediately mocked: "Even if I have a conspiracy, it is only in a place where people are clamoring and people are shattered.
Aren’t you, the Tower of Dawn, including your chosen people, all in the wilderness?”
Although human memory is not as good as that of dogs, not all humans cannot remember.
Moreover, those who decide whether Lansendre's followers can enter the gates of those bustling cities are basically not humans.
Although they did not dare to openly stop them, the Dawnbringers' arrogance had always been exactly the same as their master's. How could they take the initiative to go to places where they were not welcome?
Cyric and his men don't have that many troubles... He chose to let time fade away the current memory, but the appearance of the female incarnation is likely to cause a lot of attacks instead of ridicule.
What's the point of ridicule?
Cyric has been the one being laughed at ever since he became a god.
But in the end... it was Cyric who stood at the gate of Heavenly Mountain, the one who scared the Demon Archduke and the Demon Lord into trembling with fear, and the one who sneered at Lansander, the Lord of the Dawn.
Kelanwo, who was so prosperous back then, was holding a flower pot at midnight and crying sadly!
Not to mention the remaining one... the Saint of Midnight, the goddess of magic, will not be taken seriously by the current Edna Mystra.
I guess I will have to meet the God of Death in the end.
Ha~
Even though he was being hunted down by that bitch Sune and her adulterers, Cyric had been very happy recently.
Of course Lansander could notice that Cyric was in a good mood... This was the first time he communicated with the Lord of Lies and he didn't think there was something wrong with his head.
But this made him even more cautious.
To be honest, he always felt that there was something fishy about Cyric suddenly reading the "Criminal Book" by himself, and every time this guy went crazy, it had a terrible effect on Toril's history.
...Although in the eyes of gods and mortals, every time it is a huge disaster.
But after that, Toril's history did take a big step forward.
Therefore, the Lord of Dawn has always felt that this guy's madness may have been guided by that 'who'.
Then, does Cyric have any special purpose for coming to chat with him so rationally?