Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

"You're overthinking." 'Xueyunfeng' couldn't help rolling his eyes, "If they can come down just by dying where we died, then what's the fun?

They alone are worthy of competing with us in numbers! "

"Then how did we get here?" Although the 'Demon Sword' was still confused, he grasped the key point, "Could it be..."

"Ha~ Have you forgotten, we can't hit the ice, they just need to put the array plate in the water." 'Perfect Bald Head' said unhappily, "The ice layer created by magic , and it won’t always be there.

Whatever was down there would have been put away by now. "

‘Demon Sword’ tilted his head: “I always feel that you are cheating on me, but I can’t find any evidence.

Forget it, it has nothing to do with me anyway, I just need to follow. "

'Xueyunfeng' touched the pebbles in his pocket again: "Bald, are you still playing with them in old age?"

"Liu Liu is watching!" 'Perfect Bald Head' sighed, "I'm sure I'll have to play a big game when I get older. I'll be lying on such a dirty ground with wounds all over and listening to an ugly man beeping for so long. If I hadn't guessed There is someone behind her, she must have exploded long ago."

"In this world, from the day Asmodeus took a liking to it, it was destined that only old bastards can live well." 'Xueyunfeng' curled his lips, "Jos is really... One is that he is stable, and the other is that even if any conspirator takes aim at him, he will not take action against him.

The thing that bothers you most is not fools, but the middle-class bosses who know everything but want to fight against you.

The biggest problem with Lansendre is not that he is good enough, but that he is strong enough. "

——

For Lansander, the words of ‘Xueyun Peak’ were a compliment.

Although he always felt that something was off-putting, Joss could actually accept this... One of the rare advantages of his family was that they were honest.

I will sincerely accept criticism and education from others, but I will never change my mind easily, let alone my style of doing things.

Russell and Carpenter were a little confused.

Children who grew up in a world of mages and nobles with many rules, even though they have improved their bottom line a lot, their endurance is still not that strong.

Russell couldn't help but look at his teacher.

Their teacher was sometimes quite out of tune, but Russell and Carpenter were not the kind of children who were bound by rules to the point of being dull, so they were very accepting of Teacher Hill's style of doing things.

However, this powerful god who really regarded those words as a compliment to himself still made Russell a little shaken... In the outside world, is it possible that such strong men are the mainstream?

If you are too serious, won't it be a little difficult to communicate with the outside world in the future?

The little mage, who was confused at a young age, fell into deep thought.

——

The ‘Old Sanda King’ is really unhappy.

She actually understood that the hooked nose on the other side was not so much venting the resentment of so many years as stalling for time.

By the way, he expressed his merits to the black watch behind him, how pitiful he was... During his time in this refugee camp, he had paid so much profit and sacrificed so much dignity to develop into the power he has today.

Of course, there is another meaning... The power he has spent so much effort to build and the manpower he has developed are all in order to provide the mastermind behind the scenes with a certain ability and physique that is very suitable for becoming their sorcerer profession. His body collapsed miserably because of the unlucky guy. I hope that the big boss won't blame him for these losses, and it would be better to give him some rewards for his 'sacrifice and dedication'.

The 'Old Sanda King' touched his pocket with a sneer on his lips... She wanted to see who was unlucky.

But she also understood the reason why ‘Xueyunfeng’ asked her to wait until the end before taking action.

No matter who is the mastermind behind this...if it is someone who has experienced the events in Toril, it is impossible not to know what their undead have in their bodies.

If they didn't even want to mess with Jos, would they still mess with the undead?

Of course, the reason why she was so noisy without worrying about being recognized was because her current image was completely different from that of Toril.

However, even if there are other undead people who have such strong fighting power as her, they will definitely have the BUFF of a powerful god.

Among the gods related to the undead, Tyr is the most talkative... But is this useful to evil forces?

The fist of justice will never retreat when it can be beaten... The so-called "beating" also includes dying together.

The justice knights of Tire have always considered death in vain as the bottom line for their retreat.

Therefore, anyone who has contact with Toril will never mess with their undead.

Overfighting or failing will only bring about the worst consequences.

Just like the Tower of Theia over there, after the undead arrived in this world, they basically all pretended to be dead.

He even retracted all his tentacles... These words came from their mission puppet, and should be the information provided by Ransander.

This ugly man with a hooked nose is obviously a local idiot who was developed.

Although she didn't know much about the difference between mages and warlocks, one thing was clear... Warlocks could have their bloodline withdrawn by the top of the bloodline.

Therefore, smart people like Hill will only regard warlock as their basic profession, but they will definitely work hard to follow the path of mage.

Of course, Hill wouldn't.

But that's because he is the Son of God and naturally possesses divinity. Even Corellon and World Tree cannot easily deprive him of his bloodline.

Mortals can't do this.

Especially these idiots who entered the warlock's door through evil ways.

They are almost like seeds.

As long as the guy behind the scenes takes away these seeds, these people will almost be done with it... Moreover, all the flesh and blood energy they have worked hard to absorb over the years will be drained by the seeds in an instant.

What good will happen to someone who hangs out with the underworld?

Do you really think those gangsters in romance novels don’t force people into prostitution and fandom?

The 'Old Sanda King' was most annoyed by crappy books. When he found out that his sister was not only reading it, she actually truly felt that being crazy about her, building prison walls for her when she broke the law was a beautiful love, so he just read that silly book. Niuer was dragged up and beaten for a month.

Ha~ If you want a fool to understand the truth, you definitely need a slap in the face.

Then why doesn't she just have a good meal?

What to wait for later.

But other people's fools have nothing to do with her.

The 'Old Sanda King' couldn't help but change his posture... In fact, if you observe her carefully, you can find that although the female pastor is sitting there with a decadent face and full of frustration, her exposed hair and white tenderness But the little hands never touched anything.

She seemed to be half-falling to the ground, but she kept supporting her upper body in the air with her elbows... and carefully found a relatively clean sofa leg to prop her up on.

Although she has enough physical strength and good endurance, it is still a bit hard for her to stay in the same position.

But the biggest dissatisfaction of the 'Old Sanda King' was not how difficult it was to perform, but why when others were acting, even if the person standing opposite was a demon, he was still a demon of Graz'zt's level.

And she could only face an ugly man with a hooked nose?

The voice was high-pitched and floating... to be honest, it was even worse than the roar of Demogorgon's two-headed baboon.

Um?

The 'senior Sanda King' couldn't help but take a breath and looked at the figure slowly emerging behind his aquiline nose... What was that?

Could it be that she had also developed some kind of prophecy talent?

Is the head on the back of that guy double-headed?

"You talk too much nonsense." The double-headed shadow made a deep male voice, "As long as you get what I want, I don't care how many lives you consume.

Anyway, whether you have the ability to fight against other forces is your own problem. "

"Lord Demodo!" The hooked nose bowed forward quickly...even though he knew very well that the opponent was coming to him, "Your words are my mission!

Please rest assured that I will definitely recruit enough people again!

But...my...flower of flesh and blood has..."

"No problem." The so-called Demodo let out a deep laugh, "On the bank of the River Styx, flowers of flesh and blood have bloomed again. You can have as many flowers as you want.

As long as you have the ability. "

The 'Old Sanda King' tilted his head in confusion... How much air did the Styx leak?

Then she jumped up quickly just as the shadow was about to float toward her.

"Haha~ I knew you still had some strength left." Demodo laughed wildly, "Unfortunately, your strength is useless to me!"

"Who the hell is competing with a baboon!" the 'Old Sanda King' yelled, "A baboon with two heads is nothing! Do you think you are Demogorgon?"

"Oh? Do you know Demogorgon?" The double-headed shadow voice was full of curiosity, "Although I am not him, it... doesn't mean that I will never be him!

you……

Ah~ Even if you have a chance to meet me, you won’t be who you are now! "

The 'Old Sanda King' frowned and moved her sleeves... Although she kept touching her pockets, the Emerald Green Scripture was actually placed in the long sleeves of her tight leather coat.

Those just now were all her little moves... She didn't use the same hand when touching her pocket.

Then when the black shadow stretched out a huge fist towards her, the 'old Sanda King' suddenly raised the green book in his hand: "Hey~ Lansander loves me~"

"What..." The double-headed shadow only uttered half a word before it was ignited by the endless golden fire that hit it on the head.

"Wow~ What a dirty thing." 'Old Sanda King' Salem stood up neatly... Lansander did love her very much. While the Green Scripture burned the entire small building and the enemies inside, It also restored her to a state of complete victory.