Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Talos shouted angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about? Then I would rather come to Umberli again!"

"Ah!" Xinbu suddenly raised his head and said with a face of surprise, "No wonder Oluer is frustrated. I didn't expect you to have such deep feelings for the shrewd queen!"

Talos' angry face calmed down instead: "Those who have chosen to leave have no need to exist."

He glanced at Alustriel: "Anyway, someone has paid. I will definitely leave after reading. If you are not worried, just stay here. Alustriel is not in any danger anyway, so why try to anger me?"

The destruction of Waterdeep and the death of Kelben, my contribution is enough.

As for this... boring conversation, haha, it's of no use to me.

Words... are never the reason for my anger... unless it's a good excuse. "

He looked at Xinbu steadily: "So I have always admired Queen Aglalund's style of using anger as the name and profit as the goal.

But...why control for those unnecessary feelings? Make every victory so frustrating?

And what kind of relationship can withstand thousands of years of consumption?

You always like to mention Oulul... But in Oulul's previous two relationships, weren't the other parties recognized as good people?

Like your mage god who was seduced by Mystra and betrayed her?

Her fall has nothing to do with me.

From the beginning, didn’t she become my slave just to protect herself?

But if she really wants to seek emotional comfort from me as an evil god, then...it's not my fault.

I think, as the Storm Queen, you can understand my approach... Why should I take in and protect her if there is no benefit I want?

And you, aren't you worried about Mystra's replacement?

Midnight doesn’t like evil, and the next one might not like chaos!

On my side, you should be confident enough and confident enough to resist my invasion and prevent me from taking back what I gave you, right?

Velsalun did it, didn’t I do nothing?

Still continue to cooperate with him? "

Xinbu waved his hand casually: "I never thought about becoming a god, Mystra's elect status is already very good to me.

As for the hint behind your words.

Haha~ Do you think I’m stupid?

Mystra, no matter how many times we change, as long as we are still the original magic network, our sisters’ status as voters will not be cancelled. "

The Storm Lord laughed loudly: "Then who knows?"

Xinbu sneered a few times and ignored him... The more he talked, the easier it was to make mistakes.

She didn't want to continue to be her Mystra electorate. Rumors were already spreading all over the world.

Since the Storm Lord wants to stay here until death, then let him stay!

Although they appeared wary, they were not that scared.

Edna tilted her head slightly, held her cheek with her right hand, and looked at the fight on the opposite side from the corner of her eye. She was not surprised that the Storm Lord behaved calmly but with sinister calculations.

If Talos was really a god who only knew mindless rage, he would not be able to survive so well surrounded by so many hostile forces.

Although his purpose is somewhat unclear... at least in this battle where he jumped out to fight, everyone still couldn't see his real purpose... He behaved very ferociously, but he did not go all out.

It’s more like a grand show.

Whether it is seducing Xinbu or seeking revenge against Mystra, with the personality of this Storm Lord, it is impossible for him to be his first target.

Otherwise, Dove and the other three wouldn't have been standing here forever... Halaster, who had dealt with the situation, even withdrew most of his shadow.

Kelben's too decisive self-destruction brought the battle performance to an end before it even reached its climax.

But Black Robe Hyrast, everyone understands why he behaves like this... The Tablet of Destiny gave him a mission with the intention of returning to Waterdeep City, and he completed it at least on the surface.

The spectators of Waterdeep City are now watching the confrontation between gods and gods in the Ten Icewind Towns, and the passionate charge between barbarians and orcs, while also paying attention to the little fun around them:

Garagos is still frantically dealing with the undead.

But everyone understood that he was probably just hot-headed for a while, and he should calm down after receiving two dawn blows.

Instead of playing fighting games with the undead here, it is better to rush to Icewind Dale and have a duel with Tempus.

At least the God of War would play with him seriously.

The current style of play is simply terrible...so everyone should take the time to take a closer look.

After all, the side he attacked, whether it was the extraordinary-level half-elf natural mage, the elector of Lansander and the archbishop of Selûne, all looked at Garagos with numb faces as he headed towards the pink cloud. rush.

The reason why they didn't take action, these Toril people who have long known that the undead will not die at all, also guessed the same... After the bodies of these Trasil elves are destroyed, if no priest uses the resurrection spell, they will be in their own bodies. The main city is resurrected.

How troublesome it is to self-destruct! It's better to ask Garagos for help.

That stupid half-giant was still wielding the sword ball... completely unaware of how suitable a tool he was.

If he had calmed down, he would have discovered that even the underage eighth-ring mage was watching his charge with a calm expression.

But just in case, her white dragon sat behind the sofa, its wings slightly spread, ready to help her resist harm at any time.

Noumea's face remained unchanged as she watched Garagos, who had been decent just now, instantly turn into the monkey being tricked, and then turned to look at Talos: "Helaster is probably going to Icewind Dale. You guys go over there!

I stay here with the Storm Lord.

Anyway, no matter what else he wants to do, it has nothing to do with us... He still can't collapse the Black Staff Tower.

As for Garagos...if he doesn't leave, he probably won't.

It seems that the remaining undead have no intention of leaving. "

Although I don’t know if Gendilari will take action, the jade scripture on the table has already begun to shine!

Lansendre... how bored he is now can be seen from the pink flame.

This brilliant brilliance matches the color of the clouds so well!

The dawn light he released before was always rose and golden red!

This was the first time in her long life that she saw the pink dawn fire!

Garagos was not so burned by the sacred flames released by the artifact that he couldn't resist. Although the Dawnfire was designed to burn evil, if the power of the demigods were not as powerful as the artifact, then his life for so many years would have been in vain... In fact, it was quite in vain. It's better to go to the star realm to lie down alive.

After all, there are no surprises when the undead use any magical objects, and they can only be used according to Toril's average level.

However, for such a basic damage, Garagos appeared to be very injured.

All I can say... is that Tempus carefully selected him for himself, and his eternal enemy, who even the goddess of peace did not look down upon, was indeed on the same level as a mangy dog.

On the contrary, although the goddess of peace cannot fight back or scold, she still has a ferocious father and a ferocious sister behind her.

The people on the cloud didn't care what the Noumea lady, who looked serious on the outside but had a lot of barrages in her heart, was doing. They were taking advantage of Garagos being still a little confused and quickly used a few more skills.

The undead are not stupid. It is obvious that the main battlefield has now moved to Icewind Valley. There is only the last finishing touch left here... They want to try to see if they can leave a wave of SS for themselves.

If it doesn't work, then you have to play a few more times to get some mission participation!

Unfortunately, although Garagos could easily become furious and lose his mind, once he regained his composure, he could escape quickly enough. He quickly ran out of the area of ​​the rotunda and disappeared into the sunlight.

The main reason is that no one of the big guys wants to keep him.

Although Halaster hasn't left yet, he is obviously trying to withdraw his attack.

After confirming that the Tablet of Destiny no longer had any restrictions on him, the Archmage immediately rose into the sky and flew to the north.

Storm, Simbu, and Dove flew away after him without hesitation.

"Are we leaving too?" the 'Old Sanda King' asked slowly.

"The undead who stay here all have white dragon companions, right?" Edna asked softly, "But... what about the others? We can't leave Devis and the others here."

For creatures like giant dragons, those who can sit on their backs, in addition to their partners or masters, are either people they recognize, or are stronger than them...people they recognize have to pay, such as the undead.

A strong person can sit in vain, after all, Bailong has always been timid, but there is also a possibility of being backlashed.

But Devis and Luca were nothing. Even if the white dragon had time on its back, it would be impossible to fly with them... unless a high price was paid.

For Edna's sake, the white dragons might still be able to send them to the finish line honestly, instead of accidentally turning over and throwing them into the sea.

The 'Old Sanda King' snapped his fingers, and a huge white dragon appeared in mid-air.

"Dear Andrea, is it okay to be a coachman?" the 'Old Sanda King' said with a smile, "The old price is 3,000 gold per flight, and you can pay with gems."

Her ancient white dragon lady immediately replied cheerfully: "Of course, I will serve you wholeheartedly~"

Then Andrea immediately dug out a jeweled dragon saddle from her storage tool, with a mithril woven chain inlaid with various gemstones attached to it.

She reached her paws under the pink clouds very skillfully, and after groping for a while, she put the chain somewhere.

Then he knocked the dragon saddle away neatly, turned around and got into the lasso formed by the chain and the dragon saddle.

She turned her head and shouted at the decadent white dragon queen on the clouds: "Elvia Tulas, if you say that, that's another price!

Still not coming down? "

The White Dragon Queen turned over: "Ah... I don't want to move, what can you do?"

"Dear Sanda King... please help me~" Andrea choked her voice and said.

The White Dragon Queen jumped up and quickly kicked off her claws to fly high.