Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 582: Rose and Corellon
Hill held down his restless heart.
If it were in another world, he would definitely be standing on the city wall now, rather than watching from a distance here.
But he didn't dare.
This time out, Hill felt surrounded by a terrible good fortune.
The whole world seems to revolve around him, as long as he wants to, wealth, glory and great power are within easy reach.
If he were a traditional Toril Mage, he would have been holding several high-level artifacts by now, and standing beside him was a beautiful and lovely goblin princess who was obedient to him.
Like Tyre back then?
Hill stood on the terrace, looking at the temple of Tyr where the white light was flowing.
He could suddenly understand why Tyre back then lost his freedom and future for the justice in his heart.
The feeling of having the world at your fingertips is terrifying.
Unfortunately, this is completely different from when he was in Trahir, and the bigger the benefit, the more his instincts call the police.
Hill has always had a feeling that if he was really greedy for the Nishite Scroll, he would definitely be able to track down the ghost prince who escaped with the treasure in Icewind Dale according to clues.
He is not completely unmotivated, it represents the most powerful power and the most mysterious and comprehensive knowledge of the mage.
But Hill still had reason, and finally chose to turn back.
Maybe Hill just has the thinking of a mage, but not the persistence of a mage, so even in the face of this powerful artifact that makes countless mage crazy, Hill can still see the crisis he brings.
Between true freedom and false power, Hill will always choose freedom.
But what if he doesn't have the strength to get past Vol'jin's blockade?
With those little flower fairies, Hill certainly can't go all out.
Hill also doesn't know if he will choose to go back and find the scroll of resistance to color, become stronger and then take revenge.
Selene's madness soon came to an end, as the dark sky was torn to shreds by countless streaks of pale blue moonlight.
Toril's sun seemed to suddenly grow larger at this moment, and the endless rays of light shone directly over it.
The kirashal rose that took up half the sky turned from bloom to bud and began to shrink rapidly.
A long silver arrow suddenly shot towards him from above the city of Aglaia.
The Seraph Rashriel pulled away the Amras Shana on his back, but the long arrow that was sure to hit was blocked by a huge spider with a glamorous female head.
That terrifying evil force told everyone who it was.
Hill shook his head and glanced again in disbelief.
Is the benefit of Balgi so great?
Rose would appear in the sun with one of Corellon's most powerful angels standing next to her.
In terms of combat power, the medium power of the elf pantheon is not comparable to these two seraph leaders. It's pointless for her to only have an incarnation?
Seraphs hate Rose the most, and she should know that too.
Lashriel still carries Corellon's artifact longbow!
Sure enough, that Seraphim sneered and drew his bows one after another, completely ignoring the consumption of his divine power.
Lashriel is a little too excited, so he may have to dissipate on the main plane because his power is exhausted.
Hill of course understands that the Seraphs hate Rose very much. You must know that they used to have three archangels, but the most powerful one, the former head of the Seraphs, Marche Kidd, because Rose has changed Become the devil in the abyss.
Although Corellon is not without responsibility, as the most loyal follower of the Father of Elves, the Seraph can't blame him, so he can only cast his endless hatred on Rose, their original hostess.
Rose's goal is Rushriel, right?
She wanted to do something in Toril, so she had to let this envoy leave?
Once Lashriel dissipates from here, the next reappearance will be six months later, and Toril is not a place where he can easily descend.
Hill looked at the east quietly, Rose had a cold smile on her face, cast a 10-meter-long net chain from her abdomen, and all the long arrows were caught by her.
Rose's face was defiant, but Hill didn't care.
Rose... the news is a little too ill-informed.
Corellon, the nearest source of happiness is the city of Aglaia. He does not have any fluctuations in his arrival, because since the day the city of Aglaia was built, he has not left since the gods of the elf came to bless him again. you
Otherwise, Hill wouldn't have been able to sneak out and play so simply, he really didn't think anyone could destroy the city under the protection of Corellon.
When the black rose fell down, a beautiful and white hand gently caught him.
Ross, who turned back suddenly in a 'no' scream, roared in despair: "Corellon! Why are you here?"
A falling meteor suddenly appeared in the sky, like a teardrop from the sky.
It was a rare manifestation of anger from the always gentle and graceful Father of the Elves.
"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 let every plan of yours go bankrupt." /
I'll keep my eyes on you.
You better understand that all intrigues 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 tossed Kirashaer roses shattered into black rays of light, and disappeared completely under the sunlight.
Corellon, the most powerful swordsman in the world.
"No! Ah! Damn guy!" Rose accidentally let the persevering Rushrielle shoot through her chest.
She didn't plan to fight to the death, and when she saw Corellon, Rose of course knew that her calculations had failed.
Her spider body suddenly exploded: "Corellon, don't think I'll always lose! I'll show you what the whip of the abyss is!"
Corellon ignored Rose's cries of failure at all, just looked up at Rushriel on the city wall, and of course he understood why his messenger was going mad.
With a wave of his hand, he sent out a divine power, which made Lashiriel, whose body had become illusory, solidify again, and Corellon's figure disappeared on the battlefield.
However, Hill sighed. He thought Corellon would go back to the kingdom of God sadly after meeting the ex-wife who made him feel very sad.
As a result, he returned to the Alchemy Hall.
The kind of giant screen that connects to the undead tablet, there's only one there.
After all, this is a divine product of the God of Time and Space. If he does not come to Toril, it is impossible to appear in other places except where the artifact is.
Corellon, who has always liked to observe the lives of mortals, has recently been fascinated by that giant screen.
His preferences...are very similar to those of the undead.
The first time Rashiriel recovered, he continued to pull the longbow without any hesitation, and directly shot the dark elf priestess who had been abandoned by Rose because of the damage to the Kirashal rose.
That should also be the mistress of a family. I don't know how much effort and injustice it took to get to the position where she can hold the artifact given by Rose.
But once abandoned, her family may not survive.
So that coquettish and beautiful dark elf just kept his head down and didn't plan to struggle at all, and was completely shattered under the long arrow.
Death in battle was her last resort to saving her family.
However, even if Rose didn't get rid of the family that lost the spider queen's favor, the other dark elf families would not spare them who had received countless benefits. This is the way to survive in the Underdark.
Either keep winning or die without a place to die.
Hill doesn't sympathize with her. Every female dark elf who can be favored by Rose has countless blood standing on her hands. Death is the best result of failure for them who are cold-blooded and cruel.
At least it won't be a shadow spider, and can only soberly look at the madness of his own flesh in the eternal ugliness.
As the sun shines into the darkness, Sullen has reverted to a silvery glow.
Some of the undead seem to have received her task to re-bury the bodies of believers who had been cast down by her spells and found a place with a good view in the outermost part of the forest.
The paladins of Tyr also seem to have besieged their former comrades and summoned Tyr's coming~IndoMTL.com~ After discussing for a while, they decided to be neighbors with the followers of Sulun, although they were separated from each other. 1000 meters.
Hill found the map and calculated it carefully.
It's okay, that place is 20 kilometers away from Aglaia City, and it's in the northeast of the forest, so it doesn't have much impact on their side.
Even if the city of Aglaia were to expand in the future, it would not go there.
I just don't know how the wood elf druids in the green forest feel. They certainly don't care about the elf cemetery, but the human ones are also neighbors with them.
However, neither of the two who did it was someone they could protest against.
Hill reckons they will only end up moving to this half of the forest in Aglaia City.
Hill pinched the bridge of his nose, watching the priests and paladins of the undead begin to release a large number of sacred fires, allowing the undead to enter eternal sleep and rest.
This proves that the dark blockade brought about by the rose of Kirazal has been completely eliminated.
He understands why the Commander wants the priests and paladins to unleash divine fire instead of divine rain.
Only in this way can the wilderness not become a pit of millions.
But it's a bit too inhuman to set it on fire directly, after all, it's not just a cemetery a hundred years ago, there are many city cemeteries, but the city of Aglaia does not have such a sacred and great will to wait for their loved ones to collect their bodies .
At least the Holy Fire guarantees the liberation of the souls of those who are killed by the Necromancer along the way.
No matter which **** they used to believe in, all teachings emphasize that the soul is more important than the body, which is always justified.
This final battle lasted for three days and three nights.
Golden flames burned across the sky, and the city of Aglaia could barely feel the night falling.