Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

"Huh? Is something wrong?"

A cold voice sounded in the round hall, and a slim and beautiful figure slowly appeared on the seat of Sakoshier.

She was wearing a long black gauze dress inlaid with purple gemstones like stars. She had long black hair, and a black veil hung on her face. Only her pure purple eyes could be seen, like whirlpools on the bottom of the sea. eyes.

The undead lying at the door couldn't help but say "Wow~".

‘Cool~’

'wipe! This is the goddess! ’

Rows of praises poured in.

Even the well-informed goddess of the night can't help but smile happily when faced with such heartfelt praise... No way, no matter how beautiful she is, she is usually greeted only by screams of fear. .

Even on those rare occasions when she appeared as the Night Dancer, the first reaction of the people of Toril when they saw her was to run.

Those who couldn't run away were probably scared to death at the time.

Although they can't change their fate of destruction even if they show more courage... She is the goddess of the night whose eternal pursuit is to destroy the world. Every time she appears, she must take away enough lives to be meaningful.

Otherwise, it will be like this time... The value of the Seat of Saccosil and the Death Moon Orb is enough to make the proud goddess of the night put down her posture and take the initiative!

But Shar suddenly discovered that she actually enjoyed this kind of heartfelt praise... Of course, those guys who wanted to say bad things but were silenced by William, since they have been punished, she can also turn a blind eye. , listen but not hear.

She didn't have to figure out what exactly this kind of compliment was unique to the undead... After all these years, what else could Shar still not understand?

However, this may also have something to do with her not hating the undead... After all, most races in Toril are considered parasites that should have been eliminated long ago in the eyes of the daughter of the night.

These undead people known as the Trasil Elves are different. They represent William standing there.

Shar gently swayed her slender and beautiful legs, and the seat of Zakoshiel beneath her was surrounded by dark purple light.

The Death Moon bead was gently turning in her slender hand... The black Death Moon inside the bead also began to slowly become dark purple.

Lansendre asked in an extremely annoyed tone: "Are you here to pick up some bargains?

I kill and you rob?

Does it fit? "

"Who else can use these two things besides me? You?" Shar said disdainfully, "Only you want to directly purify the power of the Warlock King?

Can it be done in less than 50 years?

It would have been taken back by then! "

Ransander flapped his wings angrily and howled a few times before suddenly reacting: "Why should I keep such an evil magic weapon?

I don’t need it!

Wouldn't it be better to send them directly to the Paradise Mountains for destruction? "

Shar's free hand pointed at the warlock who was leaning against the wall and being tightly locked by a dark black chain: "You can almost let people escape.

What else can you do?

Can you send these two artifacts out of Toril in a short time?

If you can't do that, who would you like to save it for you?

Tsk tsk tsk!

Hill isn't good enough for you? Are you going to cheat him like this?

After finally being quiet for a few days, you have to fight against Rose, Bane and tiefling for your whim? "

Ransander froze... He had never thought about this at all.

However, as Shar'er said, if he really takes away these two evil artifacts, he really does not have the ability to send Toril... In the end, the final result will definitely be entrusted to Hill for preservation.

After all, he has already taken action, and it is impossible for Ao to let him stay in Toril...unless there is something else he needs to do later.

But Ransander, who knows a lot about Ao, knows very well that even if he can stay in Toril, he will definitely be commanded by the old guy to run around... Who knows what day or where the stone of destiny will rain knives? ?

He didn't grow wings just to be the guide of fate for that broken stone slab!

But he couldn't put these two things in the Tower of Dawn.

Although his followers have always been very powerful, if he is not here, Lansendre does not have the confidence that his followers can resist the combination of Rose and Bane, and maybe the alliance of warlocks will be added.

The golden peacock lowered its head in despair.

Then he suddenly cheered up: "How much profit did you get this time, Shar?

Why does the old man tolerate you so much this time?

What did you give up?

The Shadow Weave? "

"What does it have to do with you?" Shar said coldly, "Why don't you get rid of that guy?

If you don't take action, he may be turned into a fool by my soul shock. "

Asmodeus, who lowered his head, suddenly spoke: "Dear Lady of the Night, I am willing to take back the power of my soul.

Please give me a break because of the great respect the tieflings have for you. "

Shar sneered: "Even if I am willing to let you go, how are you going to deal with Lansander?

You don’t think that the two of us are really friends because we are so polite now, do you? "

"No, of course I won't be that stupid." Asmodeus said with a wry smile, "I know, it's just because of the special situation now that the two of you don't want to waste your divine power in Toril to act so peacefully... But ...I would rather this body be destroyed in the light of dawn than be hurt by your power.

I really can't bear the pursuit of the soul of the shadow power. "

"Ah?" Lansander said in a strange tone, "Why do his words sound so strange to me?

Is he being arrogant?

I said Shar, you know these villains best, can you tell me what he really wants to say? "

Shar, who was sitting leisurely on the throne, suddenly whipped the big peacock who was talking nonsense.

The undead made a strange sound... The feeling of fearing that the world would not be in chaos was immediately clear.

Asdemus suddenly raised his head... However, Lansander just used a coquettish move to avoid Shar's whip, and then muttered, "Women just can't hear the truth", and had no desire to fight with Shar. .

The warlock looked at everything in front of him in astonishment. There seemed to be some friendship between Lansander and Shar! when did it happen? How did you do it?

Why don't they know anything?

Outside the gate, Edna, who was sitting on Alvia's back, looked strange. She couldn't help but lower her head and asked her friends: "Everything in front of me is real, right? Am I not under some illusion?"

Alvia's two front paws clawed at the remaining short wall, and scratched a few times on the solid stone... The stone wall that even the demon lord could not break made her feel the reality... The claws hurt so much .

She replied in a nagging tone: "It hurts a lot. It's not a dream."

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

The computer screen of the author Mao was broken recently. Although I have placed an order in time... But the painful thing is that I still don't know how many days it will take to deliver the goods to Shanghai in this city.

So these days I just type on my tablet, and it’s really uncomfortable sometimes, because I’m stuck a lot.

Just be patient, everyone~

The screen will be fine when it arrives.

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