Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Hill held back his restless heart.

If it were in other worlds, he would definitely be standing on the city wall now, instead of watching from a distance here.

But he didn't dare.

This time out, Hill felt that he was surrounded by a terrible luck.

The whole world seems to revolve around him. As long as he wants it, wealth, glory and powerful strength are all at his fingertips.

If he were a traditional Toril mage, he would already be holding several high-level artifacts and standing next to a beautiful and lovely little elf princess who obeyed his words.

Like Tyr back then?

Hill stood on the terrace, looking at the Temple of Tyr where white light flowed.

He could suddenly understand why Tier had sacrificed his freedom and future for the justice in his heart.

That feeling of having all your wishes come true and having the world at your fingertips is terrifying.

Unfortunately, this was completely different from when he was in Trasil. The greater the benefit, the more his instincts alerted him.

In fact, Hill has always had a feeling that if he was really greedy for the Nese Scroll, he would definitely be able to follow the clues in Icewind Valley to track down the ghost prince who escaped with the treasure.

He is not completely unmoved, that represents the mage's most powerful power and most mysterious and comprehensive knowledge.

But Hill still had sense and finally chose to look back.

Maybe Hill just has the mind of a mage, but does not have the persistence of a mage, so even when faced with this powerful artifact that makes countless mages crazy, Hill can still see the crisis it brings.

Between true freedom and false power, Hill will always choose freedom.

But what if he doesn't have the strength to pass the blockade of the Three Gods of Woking?

With those little flower fairies, Hill definitely couldn't fight for his life.

Hill didn't know if he would choose to look back for the Nese Scroll and seek revenge after becoming stronger.

Selune's madness soon came to fruition, and the dark sky was torn into pieces by countless rays of light blue moonlight.

The sun in Toril seemed to suddenly grow larger at this moment, and endless light shone directly over it.

The Kirashar rose that occupied half of the sky changed from blooming to a bud and began to shrink rapidly.

A long silver arrow suddenly shot towards him rapidly from above Aglaia City.

Seraph Rashriel pulled away the Amrashana on his back, but the long arrow that was bound to hit was blocked by a huge spider with a cool female head.

The terrifying evil power told everyone who the visitor was.

Hill shook his head and looked twice in disbelief.

Are the benefits from Barr so great?

Rose would actually appear in the sunlight, with one of Corellon's most powerful envoys standing next to her.

In terms of combat power, the medium power of the elven gods is not as powerful as these two Seraph leaders. It is totally meaningless for her to just be an incarnation?

The Seraphs hate Rose the most, and she should know it.

Rashriel is still carrying Corellon's artifact longbow!

Sure enough, the Seraph sneered and drew his bow one after another, not caring at all about the consumption of his divine power.

Rashriel is a little too excited, and he may have to dissipate on the main plane because his divine power is exhausted.

Hill certainly understands that the Seraphs hate Rose very much. You know, they used to have three archangels, but the most powerful one was Marche Kidd, the former leader of the Seraphs, because Rose has become an abyss. The devil inside.

Although Corellon is not without responsibility, as the most loyal follower of the Elf Father, it is impossible for Seraph to blame him, so he can only direct his endless hatred towards Rose, their original mistress.

Rose’s target is Rashriel, right?

Does she want to do something in Toril, so must she let this divine messenger leave?

Once Rashriel disappears from here, the next time he appears will be six months later. Toril is not a place where gods can descend easily.

Hill looked quietly to the east. Rose had a cold smile on her face and cast a 10-meter-long net chain from her abdomen. All the long arrows were caught in her net.

The provocation on Rose's face was very obvious, but Hill didn't care at all.

Rose... a little too ill-informed.

Corellon's nearest source of happiness is the city of Aglaia. He does not have any fluctuations in his arrival, because he has not left since the day when the city of Aglaia was built and the elven gods came to bless him again. you

Otherwise, Hill wouldn't have been able to sneak out to play so simply. He really didn't think anyone could destroy the city under Corellon's protection.

When the black rose fell downward, a beautiful and white hand gently caught it.

Rose turned back suddenly with a scream of 'no', and roared in despair: "Corellon! Why are you here?"

A fallen meteor suddenly appeared in the sky, like a tear from the sky.

That was a rare display of anger from the always gentle and elegant Elf Father.

"Aroshi... no, it's time to call you Rose." He said with a hint of melancholy, "I don't know what you want to do, but just make every plan of yours go bankrupt.

I'll keep an eye on you.

You'd better understand that all conspiracies and tricks will only turn into bubbles in the end.

You don’t have that ability, be honest!

Don't... come to the ground again. "

A terrifying sword light suddenly appeared, and the thrown Qilashar Rose was directly shattered into black rays of light, completely disappearing under the sunlight.

Corellon is the most powerful swordsman in the world.

"No! Ah! Damn that guy!" Rose accidentally let Rashriel, who had been persevering, shoot through her chest.

She had no intention of fighting to the death. When she saw Corellon, Rose knew that her plan had failed.

Her spider body suddenly exploded: "Corillon, don't think that I will always lose! I will let you see what the whipping of the abyss is!"

Corellon ignored Rose's cry of failure and just looked up at Rashriel on the city wall. Of course he understood why his messenger was going crazy.

He waved his hand and sent out a burst of divine power to solidify Rashriel, whose body had become illusory, and Corellon's figure disappeared from the battlefield.

However, Hill sighed. He thought that Corellon would return to the Kingdom of God sadly after meeting this ex-wife who made him very sad when he thought about it.

In the end, he returned to the alchemy hall.

There was only one of those huge screens that could be connected to the tablets of the undead.

After all, this is a magical product of the God of Time and Space. If he doesn't come to Toril, he can't appear anywhere else except where the artifact is.

Corellon, who has always liked to observe the lives of mortals, has been fascinated by holding that giant screen recently.

His preferences...are very similar to those of the undead.

As soon as Rashriel recovered, she continued to pull the longbow without any hesitation, and directly shot the dark elf female priest who was abandoned by Rose because of the damage to the Kirashar Rose.

She should also be the mistress of a family. I don't know how much effort she put in and how many wrongs she committed before she could reach the position where she could hold the artifact given by Rose.

But once abandoned, her family may not be able to continue to exist.

So the coquettish and beautiful dark elf just kept his head lowered, without any intention of struggling, and was completely shattered under the long arrow.

Death in battle was her last resort to save her family.

But even if Rose does not directly eradicate the family that has lost the favor of the Spider Queen, other dark elf families will not let go of them who have received countless benefits. This is the way to survive in the Underdark.

Either keep winning or die without a place to die.

Hill will not sympathize with her. Every female dark elf who can get Rose's favor has countless blood on her hands. Death is already the best result of failure for them who are cold-blooded and cruel.

At least he won't become a shadow spider, and he can only soberly look at the madness of his body in eternal ugliness.

When the sun shone into the darkness, Su Lun had turned into silver light again.

Some of the undead seemed to have received her mission and reburied the corpses of the believers who had laid down her spells in the outermost part of the forest with a good view.

The paladins of Tyr seemed to have surrounded their former companions to summon Tyr's arrival. After discussing for a while, they decided to become neighbors with the believers of Selun, even though they were 1,000 meters apart.

Hill found the map and calculated it carefully.

Not bad, that place is a full 20 kilometers away from Aglaia City, and it's in the northeast of the forest, so it won't have much impact on their side.

Even if Aglaia City expands in the future, it will not go that way.

I just don’t know how the wood elf druids in the Green Forest feel. They definitely don’t care about the elf cemetery, but humans are also their neighbors.

However, the two people who took action were not the ones they could protest against.

Hill estimated that they would only move to the forest in this half of Aglaia City in the end.

Hill pinched the bridge of his nose and watched as the undead priests and paladins began to release a large amount of sacred fire, allowing the undead to enter eternal sleep.

This proves that the dark blockade brought by the Rose of Kirashar has been completely eliminated.

He understood why the commander asked priests and paladins to release holy fire instead of holy rain.

Only in this way can the wilderness be prevented from becoming a mass grave for millions of people.

But setting fire to it directly is a bit too inhumane. After all, it is not only a cemetery a hundred years ago, but also cemeteries in many cities, but the city of Aglaia does not have such a sacred and great will to wait for their relatives to collect the corpses.

At least the sacred fire can ensure that the souls of those who are silenced and killed by the necromancer along the way can be liberated.

No matter which god they believed in before, all the teachings emphasized that the soul is more important than the body, and this approach always makes sense.

This final closing battle lasted for three days and three nights.

Golden flames burned across the sky, and the city of Aglaia could hardly feel the falling night.

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