Outer Gods Elden Ring นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“It is almost a three day ride to the Eldham border, crossing into Rocheveron and about a day’s ride or more through Rocheveron into the Oerth forest.” “Rocheveron has been disturbing the Eldham border for a while. It would do some good to discipline them since we would be needing to cross through their territory anyway.” Ryder pointed out. “The Oerth forest?” Xanth repeated, stroking his chin. “There are tales of the Oerth forest, of a goddess, the most beautiful and the most enchanting that any man would ever see, worshiped by the Nuxvar people in Dergesier.” “A goddess.” Ryder spoke, lifting his head up so his eyes met with Xanth’s. “A forest goddess?”

He said this and smiled at Adom. Adom just wanted to hug him. He was way too good for this world. He felt the tension and his nerves leave his body, and he laughed lightly. He could breathe again. “I'm so lucky to have you around. I had a reason not to tell anyone. Uhm. I'm an omega."Adom continued. “and? Is that a bad thing? I think omegas are the strongest gender there is.” Jack said, scooted closer to Adom, and put his hand on his shoulder.

Above the ancient road, the sound of killing shook the sky. Broken limbs and arms flew everywhere, and a strong smell of blood rushed to the sky. "Ha..." Crazy laughter sounded wild. And the sound waves rolled. Immediately, a few people exploded into bloody mists. "Sanctuary of Tetrarchy, go to hell. You won't be able to leave." Several elders in green brocade clothes stood high in the sky. Their eyes were full of cruelty and ferocity. Their auras were extremely powerful. they were all in the Gold Immortal Realm.

Stuff in the room began to fly as if being wrecked by a wind. " Stop it!!!" Balthar screamed. Astrid pulled off, " okay," she muttered with a grimace. " Then...let me hunt, okay?" she said and walked away leaving his father gritting his teeth. Ofedin is a kingdom, a village of clay huts. A village without walls. A village set in a valley in between mountains of basalt rocks. And this time to be without walls means to be unprotected. Any invaders, nearby packs could just intrude on their houses, good thing because of her fire element, they were able to create fear amidst all kingdoms, and their fear has become their security.

“You think the gods would put us here for a gory bloodbath. That’s unethical to their standards. “Beyond the Outer Wall is the Yellow Zone. That’s the place with the yellow sky. In this world, death here is what we call, recall.” He air-quoted that last word. “Meaning, if you died there, you’ll be magically returned to our world in the exact time and place the moment before you met your god.” “Oh, no,” I gasped with cold sweat.

She turned toward him fully this time. “My family name is Eldritch,” he continued. “I am the eldest son. Heir to Aether.” Elora stopped short. “The Eldritch?” she said flatly. “Yes.” For a heartbeat, all she could see was what that meant — the weight of a crown not yet worn, the threat his name alone would draw, the way danger would lean toward him whether he invited it or not. “You’re telling me,” she said slowly, “that the future king of Aether is walking the Outer Wilds with no guard, no escort, and no visible concern for his own survival?”

The appearance of the Elder Wolves turned the morning into a funeral. These were not living creatures; they were the "Divine Relics" of the Council’s ultimate authority—monstrosities of clockwork and celestial fire, designed to hunt the Star-Born into extinction. The mechanical beasts landed on the slopes of the Silver Peaks, each impact creating an earthquake that shook the foundations of the Blackwood Keep. Their furnace-eyes scanned the courtyard, locking onto the violet aura of the Obsidian Vanguard and the gold-and-sapphire glow of Kaelen.

Only the stillness of an open grave. Ellie’s signet ring didn't just glow; it shrieked. A jagged, pulsing crimson light radiated from the stone, casting long, distorted shadows across the grey dust. She reached out with her inner sight, trying to find the golden threads of the Alliance, but what she found made her stumble. The threads weren't just frayed; they were being knotted into intricate, suffocating patterns—the **Legion of Bone** was literally weaving the life force of the sleeping wolves into a shroud.

Every dormant wolf gene in the population was firing at once. The "Gods" had returned. And they had brought a world of monsters with them. Victor felt the last of his human thoughts slipping away, the wolf’s instinct for blood and territory rising like a dark tide. He looked at Elodie—now a massive silver wolf with glowing eyes—and let out a roar that shook the very foundations of the Citadel. The global panic was just beginning.

And not just any magic—bloodline magic, the kind that left a mark in the air long after the fire died. Only one clan had ever carried that kind of power. The White Wolves. The Rosewood Clan. Darian Rhadamanthys Draven—Alpha King, ruler of the Obsidian Moon Pack—stood atop the cliffs of the ancient stone circle, overlooking the ruins his ancestors had once sworn to protect. His hands were clenched behind his back, but tension rolled off his shoulders like heat. Someone had invoked old power. Without his permission. Without his knowledge. And worse? They’d done it under his nose.