Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 524: The beginning of a heroic epic

Hill sat on the patio, looking at the cliff outside the Temple of Tyr.

On the steep **** that did not directly touch the breath of the undead, green lawns, low shrubs and flowers dotted among them had grown.

Even in summer, this is relatively rare in the North, but it feels normal to be near a nature mage's domain.

Several paladins patrolled back and forth on the L-shaped hilltop like a city wall, and occasionally stopped to watch the splendid wildflowers passing by.

From their leisurely footsteps, it can be seen that the pair of black dragon brothers who might have come to dig for treasures are indeed unlikely to appear.

No matter how arrogant the five-colored dragon is, it will not feel that it is capable of dealing with Tyr's Paladins.

Not to mention the sly brothers.

They probably didn't come to the northwest of Faerûn at all, but chose a different direction.

Then you won't get the key to Baal's temple on the way.

This key probably fell into the hands of humans, and finally got to these little guys with money and time.

If it was in the past, no matter how powerful a human being would definitely not dare to dig the temple of the God of Murder, under the circumstances that he may be resurrected at any time.

Like the temples of Baldur's Gate, no matter how much headache, they dare not kill the sons of Baal.

If the son of Baal hadn't died at the hands of his siblings, the remnant of Baal in his spirit would suddenly wake up and kill anyone who appeared nearby.

Faced with a remnant of powerful divine power, even a demigod can only protect himself and cannot save anyone.

Everyone in Baldur's Gate feels like they live on a dynamite keg, but it's impossible to leave their homes for possible misfortune.

The same is true for the people of Faerun. There is Baal's treasure in the shrine of the Swamp of the Dead. In fact, many people know about it, but no one dares to enter it.

People in this continent believe that Baal's remnant soul will definitely exist in their own temples. That is to face Baal in his heyday, and the God of Murder will not let anyone survive by chance.

The death of a large number of unknown so-called low-level thieves has strengthened this idea, at least until now, no one who entered the temple has survived.

But Baal's failure at Baldur's Gate gave them enough courage. In order to be officially resurrected, he has mobilized all the power in the Northland, and the undead swamp so close is no exception.

The successful establishment of Hill's realm has also strengthened this belief, and Baal has allowed a natural mage with a **** of good alignment to establish a realm and an earthly kingdom of God next to his realm.

He certainly doesn't have any power to interfere.

The big cities of the Silver Moon Alliance seem to want to establish a closer alliance.

But other nations and city-states cannot be dissatisfied with them.

So you just sent these restless kids out?

Bane's expression of hesitating to speak just wanted Hill to find out for himself, but he couldn't say it anyway.

Their parents have absolutely no idea what stupid things these kids are trying to do.

Even if the temple of Tyre is right next to it, it actually tacitly accepts this treasure digging operation.

Although the Temple of Baal is next to Hill's territory and not within the range of his mythical lock, it must be greeted.

Hill did not intend to intervene, and he also decided to play stupid like the semi-holy knights who stayed in the temple.

Although the poison next to the Temple of Baal has been eliminated a lot, the danger is still very high. At least there are more than a thousand ghosts in the temple.

Also, Hill fiddled with the magic book in his hand, feeling a little dazed.

Baal isn't completely gone!

Although the incomplete power in the underwater temple is not strong, the thousands of remnants firmly controlled in the temple can prove that he is still there.

Sill dares to ignore the existence of the remnant souls in the Temple of Baal because he has this ability.

For Baal, who can only survive in the dark, Hill is like a natural enemy. The power of exorcism and purification in the Mysterious Lock of Water is not because of the Mysterious Lock, it is the user Hill's own talent.

He didn't even mention that he found someone in the small town to help him resurrect. He was able to hold on because the defense of his temple was very strong, and the remnant soul was hiding in the circle of ghosts.

You must know that the pure water purchased by Neverwinter with a lot of money can be enjoyed by the people in the locks.

Those who are injured by demons or demons or even undead can be controlled if the injury enters the range of the Mystery Lock, at least it will not worsen.

Ciel looked at the Temple of Tyre hesitantly, but do the paladins of the Silver Shield know the tricks in that temple?

Could it be that among these young people, there is something extraordinary that can allow them to completely eliminate Nabal's remnant soul?

Wouldn't Neverwinter Nights and Baldur's Gate play together?

Hill knew how deep the water was when he heard that Prince Bane said that the diseases caused by the Arcane Brotherhood required pure water to solve.

However, it's normal for Luskan to have some devil or something in that hellish place, and there are quite a few liches there.

The most evil red-robed mages don't have the upper hand there, and everyone is not a good thing.

These sailors who appeared in the Hill Territory were almost like angels there, and they were still able to control their desires.

Hill looked up suddenly to the sky, really wondering if there was a slate that had his domain written on it.

It should have occurred to him long ago that what Slate wanted was the ending, not the process.

It's normal for these horrible things to happen in Baldur's Gate and Neverwinter, but that doesn't mean the nearby places aren't involved.

It's not impossible to start from Hill Territory.

Aren't heroes who want to achieve great things step on countless ruins?

But they died when they died, Hill just pulled Lynn out of one pit and would never let him into another.

Heroes still carry their scars and go back to their own homes to show their tragic majesty!

Hill gritted his teeth and finally took out his artifact oil painting.

The gentle but bright sunlight shone on Hill's floating castle, and the oil painting began to absorb and decompose the divine power of the Toril sun.

Trahir's sun god, very stable and peaceful in character, had no intention of making himself the only sun.

He knows that there are sun gods in other worlds with completely different personalities.

This oil painting is particularly neutral and can absorb any solar power.

Hill hung the oil painting in the attic of the castle spire, and he seemed to feel Ransendall's curious gaze.

The warm feeling is too obvious. Ransendall seems to have been paying attention to Hill's affairs for a long time. His attention should be on the side of Misdrono at this time?

When the place was still occupied by demons, he had called on his followers to build his own shrine in it. Why did he notice his side at this time?

Hill sighed heavily in his heart. Sure enough, this should be the beginning. The gods have already understood it and are paying attention to everything here.

Otherwise Ransandall wouldn't have reacted so quickly.

That's why he's reluctant to take out this artifact, even if it saves everything in the town.

The power of the sun **** of other worlds is sure to immediately attract this out-of-this-world optimist.

Wait until the evening, that Suren will definitely pay attention.

The Mother Earth Goddess Chantia is probably okay, that one is more stable, and should have long been aware of Hill's power.

Even if she is interested, she will only turn into an inconspicuous little animal and come to see and feel the power of the earth in other worlds.

Hildu planted a rose garden in the forest under his floating castle, hoping that Suntia would like it.

Occasionally, there is speculation about whether the little animals who fall in love with the rose garden have her incarnation.

But Toril's sun and moon gods are really bald.

Unfortunately, Toriel's methods are all set, and I don't know if there is any quirk in this world, and he has to keep all the foreign gods behind.

Instead of letting Baal appear in his domain, Hill still has no choice but to lose his hair.

He just hoped he wouldn't see a handsome young man in a golden robe and a wreath in his territory right away.

After hanging the oil painting, Hill found that the air in his territory had become fresh, and the restless wind blowing from the north had gradually calmed down.

The sandy beach by the sea also makes people feel particularly warm, attracting people to sit and sit.

Already some residents choose to relax on the beach, and even the little girls bring picnic baskets.

Pedestrians passing by on the road slowed down ~IndoMTL.com~ smiling at everything on the beach.

Hill invites a reclining chair to take a nap while listening to the romantic music played automatically by the instrument.

But he only slept for about half an hour when he woke up with a crisp and pleasant chirping.

Hill sat up, feeling dazed and instantly awake when he turned his head away.

His eyes are frozen: Are you reacting too quickly?

Long golden tail feathers and proud feathers on the top of the head, isn't this Ransendall's incarnation of the sun peacock?

Hill looked at the big bird poking his head out of the attic window with a sense of perplexity.

Even if it came tomorrow, Hill wouldn't be surprised, Ransendell is notoriously overactive.

But so fast, did Ransondel run down without even thinking about it?

He's not even going to say hello to his church!

Hill waved open the window in the attic, allowing the curious bird to quickly enter.

He didn't want the young, impulsive aristocratic worshipers of the sun **** coming here to make pilgrimages.

For many young nobles, the service and adventure of Ransendall is the last revolt before they accept their noble duties.

Those rebellious young nobles in the apartment building probably have followers of the sun god.

The corner of Hill's mouth twitched suddenly.

Ransender, actually tried to put away the oil painting that Hill had fixed in the center of the attic!

Fortunately, this is Hill's exclusive artifact, and others, including gods like Lansendel, can't move it casually.

But he does have a deeper understanding of the sun god.