Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 605: The Sword of Everisca in the Star Mountains
Hill lowered his head and looked at 'Xiao Liuliu' whose fingers were flying up and down, and said in a deep voice, "Neverwinter is going to be liberated."
Oberon glanced at him strangely: "Isn't Neverwinter very good? The undead have helped them so much, and the serious problems of the plague have been solved!"
Hill smiled at him. For the goblins, the strange behavior of the undead was not a problem at all, and they would even follow along.
But for the king of Neverwinter, he probably had a deep understanding of what it means to ask a **** to be easy to send a **** to.
In Toril Continent, Waterdeep City has a higher status, but in the hearts of the undead, Neverwinter City is much more important.
Hill once inquired about the undead's understanding of the world of Toril. Although the protagonists of the story are different, Neverwinter was once a well-known stand-alone game on their side.
To fight against the evil forces that destroy one's own homeland as a human being is indeed the most resonant plot.
Furthermore, Hill understands with envy that the stand-alone machines on their side are all virtual reality types. It is said that every time the NPC sees the player, the words they say will change according to the situation.
Of course, he can also hear that the game is very old. Although it is classic enough that many people have used it to play it, it is always a pity to play the undead who have been fed by the later exquisite games. .
The meaning of remake is not very big. Virtual reality games rarely make remakes. The money and energy consumed are too inconsistent with the benefits obtained. Moreover, some character modeling will be different from the classic models of the past. There is a lot of blame for the difference, and no one wants to burn money and be scolded.
But until the undead turn 18, their country doesn't allow games that are too real, for fear that children won't be able to tell the difference between reality and fiction.
So Neverwinter is really a good memory that many people often think of when they miss everything when they were young: when they want to burn the planner crazy because of some **** plot, they are surprised to hear that the planner's bones are probably melted. Nothing can be done.
The undead really want to know what's different about Neverwinter in different settings, whether they can see the protagonists in their stories, and whether there are any monsters they have killed in the sewers.
Hill understood their feelings very well. He was so sympathetic to the young people from the four cities who came to make troubles in his territory at the Temple of Baal. He had a lot to do with Asbury among the people who came.
With the entire continent of Faerûn knowing what the plague was all about, Hill felt that her boyfriend should live well this time.
He doesn't really think that Asbury's misfortune this time is because of himself, so even if he is not happy that those young people take him here as a heroic test, Hill's anger goes to the cities themselves.
Purvey deftly flashed another wave of attacks on the ground towards them, and a small whale appeared beside Hill: "Hill! Have you finished what you've seen? Let's go back to the clouds!"
Hill shook his head with a smile: "It will be done right away."
He looked down at the **** undead on the battlefield and the Torils scrambling to deal with the Frozen.
Except for the Knights of Justice and the clerics of the natural camp, who have begun to enter the battlefield again, everyone else is watching the fun.
Even if the undead are really immortal, they don't necessarily care whether NPCs will take the initiative to participate in the battle. It's normal for this kind of thing to happen in the game.
But this scene made Hill very uncomfortable.
After all, he knows in his heart that these are not the tool people in the game who clearly have the enemy by their side and need the player to kill them.
Hill knows that for Purvi, these attacks cannot reach the legendary level, and the speed is too slow to touch him, but for the otherworldly whales who don't like fighting, this kind of war is raging. Just make them turn around and leave.
He comforted Purvi with a few words, raised his hand slightly, and released the long-lost three-piece set of Water Mist, Tide Dance Moon Greeting, and Tranquil Water.
A gentle mist of water permeated the battlefield, in exchange for the excited cheers of the undead and the wailing of the demons scorched by the power of purification.
Accompanied by the shouts of "Good man Hill", Hill whispered to Purvi: "We can leave now, let's go directly to the Star Mountains!"
His Mist of Water, even when his level is not high, can last for three days, which is enough. Isn't it because the number of demons is now more than the undead!
Hill is very clear that the undead group is expected to march straight to the high forest overnight, and most people still prefer the passion of direct combat to the plot party who is looking for tasks everywhere.
Toril's quests are not easy to do. Many quests make the undead very uncomfortable. The feeling of human life is such that William is scolded every day.
Looking at the big tree with its teeth and claws under the spaceship, Hill kept pouring the mist of water, hoping that the enchanted trees could regain some sense and don't take action against the large group of undead passing by easily.
It is true that burning a forest is a natural curse, but it is not a sin to cut down a tree that wants to hurt yourself.
Not to mention, even if the group of undead that Corellon found, even if they really destroyed the entire High Forest, they would not be able to be cursed successfully. And as long as it wasn't an order directly issued by Corellon, neither AO nor the Law of the World could find Corellon's trouble.
If anyone's believers or subordinates committed crimes to the gods, there would be no gods in Toril.
It's like Mystra, who AO is very concerned about. The two Mistras have no good stubbornness. Isn't the dragon worship leader who caused the dragon mad disaster the one who came out of the pit!
The Holy Grail in the city of Aglaia with the blood of Lansendel is the best proof. As the incarnation of mortals who can harm powerful divine power, it is all due to the silver fire given by the goddess of magic in Sammaster. Power!
Corellon may be really impatient with some things in the High Forest, but breaking and standing up, although it sounds frivolous, means the death of countless lives.
Hill pulled out a small bag of seeds in his hand and sighed softly.
It stands to reason that with such a good thing as sunflower seeds, he should really give it to these elves who stay in the High Forest, but Hill is still a little hesitant.
If it is said that Ransendall is so free from the control of the Stone of Destiny, then Hill's use of this kind of seed can be regarded as returning the fate of the resurrection of Amanata who was unintentionally transformed by himself.
But if... Amanata's appearance is destined to make Ransendall fall asleep again in the morning light, isn't Hill taking out this kind of trick to his own friends!
He doesn't think the Toril people who know the sunflower will be grateful to the sun **** of Trahir, they will only worship the sun of their own world, and the Toril gods will not let the sun gods of other worlds appear there own world.
The meaning of the sun and the moon to each world is very important and completely different. They are even related to the foundation of each god, and everyone will be wary of outsiders.
But Hill couldn't change the flower to the Dawn Flower. That would affect the sun **** of Trahir.
In the event that the sun **** Trahir, who has mastered all the sun-related priesthoods, loses the priesthood of Dawn by accident, what is even more terrifying is that there is an existence like the Lord of the Dawn in Trahir, and the rest of Hill's life No face to go home.
The most lovely thing about Ransendell is that he is Toril's powerful divine power, which is the premise that Hill can truly be friends with him.
He finally found those moss seeds that also had the power to purify before he landed in the Star Mountains. Fortunately, he was worried about the invasion of his own territory, and those city-states, considering the complex underground world of Toril. The same unknowingly raising demons and devils and even lich. So let the spirit of the oak tree cultivate a lot with the demigod seed bag.
More fortunately, his Earthbear elders have collected quite a few demigod-level seed bags...not just moon elf druids who died in the wilderness.
Hill didn't ask why there were so many. The enemy dared to go into the wilderness to trouble the bear of the earth. Of course, no bear would have soft claws.
Only when Hay Wilson asked him if he wanted it, he readily put it away. Apart from him, the Earth Bear can't be used. This is a semi-artifact that only recognizes the pure power of nature.
Hill counted the number of moss seeds in his hand and nodded in satisfaction.
Although not as good as sunflowers, these mosses should also grow well in the dense forest of the High Forest.
It's just that the mosses grow fast~IndoMTL.com~ but someone has to collect their seeds and use them elsewhere, otherwise they will just grow in swarms in situ.
The elves of the Sword of Everisca were already standing at the top of the mountain, waiting for Hill. They had already discovered that the somewhat weird whale was flying towards them with a clear purpose.
But the mist from the whale with the power of natural purification also made them sure that this is definitely not the enemy, so that's ok.
The sword of Everesca, who has been alone here for thousands of years, has given up many of the awkward characters of elves. No matter what race they are, as long as they are willing to help them, they are their good friends.
Leaving Purvi to float in mid-air, Hill brought Oberon and Vera to the ground.
Xiao Huaxian, who found that there was no safety problem at all, was very dissatisfied and muttered to her father. How could her father forget to call her when she was watching the fun? This is simply a crime!
Oberon kept looking at Hill, hoping that this big friend could help stop the passionate Vera, Hill... Hill turned his head and smiled at the approaching elves: "Ai Nice to meet you, Friska Swordsmen, I'm Hill of Aglaia."
"Hill?" An excited female voice called from behind, "Lynn's good friend, right? How is he now?"
The elves standing in front smiled and walked away, and a tall, agile, blond female elf wearing scales appeared in front of Hill.
Hill's smile just got a little more real: Lynn looks so much like his mom!
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