Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 508: The end of the Black Rod Kelburn

Updated URL: Hill, like the others, watched Aglaia who seemed to be communicating with the Law of the Sea.

He was a little worried that Toril's origin was not separate threads like Trahir, but a huge net, and the Law of the Sea was one or even several threads woven into this net.

Aglaia, should have some divine power now, has fallen on that net.

He said as calmly as possible: "Aglaia, pay attention to your divine power. When passing through Toril's magic net, try to stay on the edge, and be careful not to come into contact with other laws.

You can't compete with the more powerful gods of Toril for access to the Weave yet, so it's better to avoid it. "

Especially stay away from the mess in the middle!

Otherwise, who knows if Mystra's fall and the reorganization of the magic net will involve Aglaia's divine power?

Aglaia is only a clone in Toril, and it is too far away. It is reasonable to say that it is difficult to achieve this level.

However, although the stargate was destroyed, the connection that was established still exists.

It's just that the destruction of the star gate caused a big explosion, and the star road will be turbulent for a period of time. It is not so easy to establish a stable channel again.

But Aglaia is still a little worse than Toril's gods when it comes to consolidating her divine power.

Hill's memory of Mystra's destruction is not very deep.

Not many people like to read that part of the story.

But he remembered that many gods had bad luck because of their close relationship with Mystra.

The only benefit of that incident was taken away by the two primordial goddesses. Silvermoon Sulun returned to her powerful divine power, and Shar, the daughter of the night, was extremely satisfied with the plane she lived in and the shadow magic net.

The rest of the gods are left to be troubled.

Including the hands-on Cyric, there was no benefit at all, and he was directly locked up.

Aglaia raised her head and glanced at it. In her water-blue eyes, light flowed, as if waves were surging.

She replied in a daze: "Okay, Dad Hill, we got it."

After a few minutes, Aglaia's eyes recovered and the law of the sea left her.

"Papa Hill!" she said happily, "I have all the maritime authority over Talos given to me, and there is still a little bit of Umbori. She created the Shark Man, and the belief cannot be cut off. /

Unless we exterminate this species.

But I refuse to target the shark people to kill.

Our purpose is to stand in Faerûn, right? dad?

I always remember, as long as the territory is safe here!

My goal is not to make the oceans of this world my own. "

Looking at Aglaia who was not seduced by that absolute power, Hill smiled and nodded. The greatest advantage of Aglaia is that she is absolutely not greedy.

The Toril universe is really a world where it is easy to tie foreign gods to their chariots and never leave them again.

If Aglaia really becomes the sea **** of Toril, her power will definitely become extremely powerful, but from now on, she will also become a puppet on the Stone of Destiny.

Hill absolutely would not want his beloved daughter to end up like this.

It's enough to have a little connection, just like the world tree **** system, although there is inheritance in this world, but it's just a side.

At least when making a decision, whether it is right or wrong, it is up to oneself, and will not be affected by that broken slate.

Hill looked at Aglaia with great approval: "Of course, we only chose to establish contact with the world of Toril in order not to waste the power of this avatar.

It's good to get to this point, no need to kill them all.

Amberley... As long as she doesn't come looking for trouble, we certainly don't need to go to her.

She can't cause any trouble for us anymore. As an outsider, it's better not to kill them all.

Aglaia is really getting more and more stable! "

Hill thinks a little helplessly, but I don't know if Ambory, who has lost most of his power, can survive the calculations of his enemies and successfully turn into the God of Sharks.

Aglaia immediately smiled brightly when she heard Hill's compliment: "Of course! I'm the child who most resembles Hill's father! Hehehe!"

Hill couldn't help but sigh.

Of course he knows who Aglaia is comparing.

Alice must have done something good to let Aglaia know.

When Aglaia and Ontology got in touch occasionally, they probably exchanged a lot of gossip.

But no matter what Alice is doing now, at least there will be no danger to her life, and she is still in a world with the undead, and her safety is still guaranteed.

She couldn't have had more fun than the undead, after all.

At most, do something else, as long as people are okay, Hill doesn't want to ask anymore.

Hill has actually discovered that Alice's nature is also a mess. If one day she completely gives up her identity as a spirit of nature, she will be thankful to be able to keep her kindness.

Alice is actually a little cold.

Her nature is actually similar to that of a cat. Beneath her kindness and cuteness, there is a trace of ferocity tightly hidden.

It's just that Alice actually prefers to lie down and live a cute life with her backing.

It was Aglaia, who was actually kinder at heart. She can see the suffering of ordinary people and is willing to help.

Seeing Aglaia's vigilant eyes, Hill helplessly waved his hands and laughed.

Let's just keep eating and don't say anything.

Hill's territory finally got temporary tranquility, and Kelburn's attention couldn't be on his side all the time.

There are so many true enemies in Waterdeep waiting for his end!

Probably well-informed people understand that this is Kelburn's last carnival.

Hill took this opportunity to go to a farm outside Silvermoon City once, to recover the crops that the puppets had piled up in the warehouse, and put some chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep to let them grow freely in the farm.

Hill checked the farm's defenses and found that someone had tried to enter the farm while he was away.

Whether they want to steal or do something else, these thieves end up being puppets thrown into the garbage disposal circle.

Hill didn't expect that his puppet would deal with these invaders killed by the circle.

But the magic circle, which is hot enough to melt steel, is really suitable for destroying corpses and destroying traces.

Without blinking an eye, Hill replenished the magic circle that had consumed a little more. By the way, he put some spar in the small storage box he carried on the puppet.

If there is a real enemy, the puppets will warn Hill.

When even these hedrons are consumed, he should be able to arrive in time.

It was too late, and the puppets turned themselves into **** and hid deep underground without any other entrances along a utterly destructible pipe, waiting for Hill to get them out.

For Hill, everything else is optional.

Hill did not enter Silvermoon City, but also found that the once harmonious Silvermoon City seemed to have estranged.

In other words, the influx of a large number of outsiders from the Silvermoon Alliance caused quarrels in the peaceful Silvermoon City.

Hill looked at the arguing elves and humans from a distance, and the onlookers who had already appeared in layers, and sighed softly.

When he was here last year, the people of Silvermoon City mixed with everyone even if they were watching the fun.

And today, elves are standing next to elves, dwarves and dwarves are standing together, and humans are standing loosely in several pieces, and when they look at each other, their eyes are not very harmonious.

It's just the mysteries that make people unable to use mana and powerful skills at all, and the Supreme Lady Elathrow who sits high in the tower, and these undercurrents of chaos are firmly suppressed.

Hill knows that it's best not to go to any city anytime soon.

If even Silvermoon City had become like this, the Northland, and even Faerun Continent, should now be dynamite packs that explode with a single touch.

He simply returned to his floating castle and began to squat in the alchemy laboratory every day.

Compared to those messy things, Hill felt that he might as well study the magic ships in this world. As a person who doesn't want to have too many crew members, he'd better be able to combine the magic ship and the golem.

Spring has passed quickly, and early summer has come.

Hill's happy alchemy life could only come to an end in the violent fluctuations from the far east.

This mana fluctuation that lasted for almost a day finally came to an end in a silver flame that burned the sky.

At the moment when the silver fire ignited, not many people in the town created a huge noise, and everyone was roaring, wanting to know what happened.

Faerun's low-level professional still stayed out of some news.

Hill stood on the terrace, watching the harpers run frantically in and out of the building: Kelburn, the black wand, and the silent archmage, Urair, both fell to take down the city .

The sequel to this city, Hill is not interested, his eyes are looking at the southern city of Waterdeep, and now Kelburn, the soul should have returned to the black staff.

I just don't know how much he can accomplish.

Waterdeep soon became chaotic~IndoMTL.com~ Many people who had followed this mage-lord did not hesitate to abandon the city, they planned to go to the place that has been named 'Remansin' city ​​settlement.

Waterdeep City, in fact, has always been called the City of Glory, while Remansin means the City of Hidden Hope.

Kelburn, it seems, really thinks that Remansin is his future, and has no hesitation in abandoning the city of Waterdeep where he used to live for many years.

He still needs the Black Wand Tower in Waterdeep to protect his soul now.

Hill really felt that the Slate of Destiny must have magnified the desire for power in Kelburn's heart and eliminated part of his sanity.

Otherwise, if he had been so crazy before, the goddess of magic would not have chosen him to be a voter no matter how random he did things.

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