Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Edna was in a daze.

Her companions were also in a daze.

The once charming town of Targos is now nothing but a mess.

The undead people all over the place were peeling off roofs and rummaging through boxes and cabinets inch by inch.

There are also some local residents and foreign businessmen and adventurers mixed in between.

If the undead relied on the strength of their numbers and would not miss an inch, these people relied entirely on their knowledge of the town to directly search for places where they had doubts.

"Well..." Edna said softly, "Luca, do you still want to go down and look for it?"

"How much do I pay...how many pages will the undead let me read after they find it?" The alchemist thought for a while and then asked solemnly.

"Huh?" The 'Old Sanda King' raised his head sensitively, "Is the Nese Scroll something that you can just read once? There is no need to get it yourself?"

"Of course." Nasr said with a smile, "Even for the voters of Mystra, it is already amazing to be able to read more than 10 pages.

This is a complete set of 50 pages. Who can do that? "

He slowly told the Sanda King about the consequences of reading too many Nese scrolls.

The undead female priest looked solemn, then suddenly waved her claws and typed quickly on the tablet.

The undead below started cheering almost a minute after she stopped... If at first they just picked up everything and looked at it carefully, now they even started to pull out the flowers and plants on the roadside.

"Old Dog said... we can open a library over there at the Aglaia Port." The 'Old Sanda King' said with a longing look on his face, "There is no distance between the Harper Building and the fountain square of the Aglaia Temple. There is an open space!

Hill didn't like the Harpers much, so he never took advantage of that spot.

But if we buy it, he should be willing.

Hehe~

Aren't the Harpers an intelligence organization created by Mystra? Just enough for them to look at the Nether Scroll Hall next door.

This must be interesting.

Right? Edna. "

"Um..." Edna was stunned for a moment before replying, "But wouldn't this cause trouble to Lord Hill?

Someone will definitely want to rob! "

"Tsk!" The 'Old Sanda King' waved his hand, "You don't understand this.

Even if they are evil forces, everything they do must be based on cost-effectiveness.

Between spending 10,000 gold to enter the museum and read the Nese Scroll and fighting Hill who has several powerful gods behind him and can carry mountains, even Talos is not that stupid! "

"Old age." Someone called softly from behind her, "Stop talking. If you keep talking, you will be on the same level as an old dog."

"What do you mean?"

"Talos doesn't know what happened, but suddenly there was a big storm in Waterdeep City, and he went directly to Aglaia."

"What?" the 'Old Sanda King' exclaimed, "Damn! Even if he is not afraid of Hill... didn't he say that Lansander, Shar and Selune are all in Aglaia?

Wasn't Selune still running to chat with the time and space artifact? "

"It's... chilling news to hear." DeVos said softly.

He looked up at Nasr, who looked unpredictable, and said innocently: "Don't you think what I said is wrong? Nasr."

"Isn't it the really crazy Talos that we should be talking about now?" Nasr's face was calm and his expression was calm, "Is his storm planning to turn around in Aglaia?

Probably just to scare Lord Hill... I think he is more likely to go for Oluel. "

"It seems so." The undead lowered his head and looked at the tablet, "When he was approaching the Harper Building, he turned towards the sea...ah! A terrible seaspout rolled out, and it was going to be a tsunami!

Tsk, Tustin's ship is just outside the sea over there!

This guy is so annoying!

Um? Why did Hill come out? Can the Aglaia Temple itself suppress this tsunami? "

The 'Old Sanda King' turned around and grabbed his tablet with his hands, and put it directly forward.

"Don't you have one yourself?" The undead shouted angrily.

"What? No way? I just don't want to listen to your lame explanation!" The 'Old Sanda King' stared at him with strange eyes, and he clenched his hands into fists and hit each other... The sound of the beautiful and cute pink gloves was also heard. It's very crisp and nice to listen to. The producer must have specialized in percussion.

Edna tilted her head. She only felt the sound of suppressed laughter coming from all directions, but no one dared to laugh wildly... Although they had only been in contact for a few days, the team members, including the Dark Night Believers, , already full of awe for the 'Old Sanda King'.

Then she couldn't help but look at the tablet on the small table... Speaking of which, she had only heard about how powerful Lord Hill was... and how powerful it was that scared dragons. She had never seen it. It's time for him to take action seriously!

This lord's style of doing things is somewhat difficult to determine. In the style of the Toril gods, no one will try to fight him to the death before finding his weakness.

As for strength... Wojin is still locked up!

Tsk, the useless god is in jail, but the vicious guy is already wandering around!

Hill stood quietly on the sea. In front of him was the wind and waves that were twenty meters high and the terrifying power of destruction above the wind and waves.

Pulling the corner of his mouth, Hill raised his crystal fan to the maximum and waved it vigorously. Twelve hurricanes swept out and rushed towards the storm behind the big wave crazily.

Behind him, the soft blue ocean light on the Temple of Aglaia has been advancing along the coast to the sea. Wherever it passes, the frantic sea water directly returns to its usual calm.

A huge figure suddenly rushed over from Waterdeep City: "Lord Aglaia! You! Why do you have wind power?

Aren't you a natural mage? "

"Taros." There was a hint of anger in Hill's voice, "Attacking my territory? Are you provoking me?"

"I'm just passing by." Talos quickly explained, "I don't believe you can't see that I'm going to the big glacier in the north!

This is an internal matter within our Furious God System... It has nothing to do with you Aglaia, right?

You haven’t said anything yet…”

"Haha!" Hill laughed coldly and directly interrupted Talos' questioning, "By the way, let's see if Aglaia's power can block the tsunami you set off?

Why should I accept your temptation?

Do you think I'm timid and afraid of getting into trouble, and don't dare to care about anything?

I don't like to cause chaos in other people's world, but I will never tolerate...other people's humiliation!

Powerful divine power... of course. "

Talos spread his arms and said, "But you have already caused trouble for me. Isn't this just a slap in the face?"

Compared with you secretly supporting Oluer to leave my camp, I can..."

"Haha~ What does that have to do with me?" Hill laughed softly, "The Winter Girl dared to leave the Furious camp, didn't she rely on the spell plague after the fall of Mystra?

Besides...what dissatisfaction do you have? Why don't you go to her kingdom of God to find her?

I remember...it's not a secret, right?

Why are you coming to vent your anger on me, an innocent person?

Don’t you think I’m easy to bully? "

Talos glanced indifferently into the distance. Even he could not launch such powerful winds and tsunamis casually... Toril was sealed too tightly by AO, and his incarnation's divine power was not enough to support... I also wasted a lot of energy fighting the Mystra voters in the past few days.

But he had to let the big goblin come out of his self-isolation!

Otherwise... Talos, seeing the current situation in Icewind Dale, couldn't help but gnashed his teeth and thought... Who knows if those undead will run out of Toril with the broken branches of the golden apple tree?

Hill silently observed the Storm Lord's somewhat unpredictable expression, and realized with hindsight that the other party... was afraid that the undead who dug three feet into the ground would do something to the tattered branches, right?

After all, those guys really dug rat holes in the warehouse.

The leaders of the Ten Icewind Towns are not stupid. After knowing what the ghost princes wanted, they directly opened their warehouses and let these people go in and find them by themselves... As long as someone takes a fancy to the things inside, they will be worth ten golds for one Pieces, take them as you like.

If it had been before, they would have been worried that someone would rob them.

But now, Tempus and his son and daughter are still watching!

The managers of the ten towns are eager for someone to jump out and cause trouble.

The people of Icewind Valley, who have simply dedicated their faith to the God of War and announced that they will use the money from the sale of warehouse supplies to build the War Temple in the Ten Towns, are fearless at this moment!

Of course, this is after confirming that Tempus has reached an agreement with the undead.

The sight of tens of millions of eighth-ring professionals killing the orc army almost instantly made the people of Icewind Valley tremble a little when thinking about it.

So even though the one standing at their door sticking out his butt and digging a mouse hole was just a 1.2-meter-tall kid with a childish smile on his face, the two-meter-tall Northlanders from Icewind Valley all chose to walk around in silence.

Just... I'm a little curious. Do these elves really think there is something in these holes?

After all, more than half of the families in the Ten Bingfeng Towns were poor, and rats were also a delicacy for them.

You probably won’t even find grass seeds in the mouse holes in the town.

The smart mouse has moved away long ago, and there is not much food to be found in the town anyway.

Stupid...ah! There is no such thing.

After thinking about it, Hill's anger in his heart dropped a little... After all, anyone who sees the guy he hates fighting for something that no longer exists will want to smile.

He tried hard to maintain the expression on his face and said in a cold tone: "Now, can you leave my territory? Storm Lord."

"Why...do you have wind power?" Talos has not forgotten his theme...For him, this is much more important than plotting against Oluel!

This guy... The Poseidon who brought Toril has almost turned Umberli into a shark head. Does he also want to replace him Talos?

The priesthood of Storm will always belong to Talos!