Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 1060: Nasr in a dilemma

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That's how you Trahirs manage your followers?

Who do you want to believe?

Dervis felt his head suddenly overheat, and he couldn't understand how the undead could say such terrifying words so lightly.

How could it possibly be okay?

It's okay to believe in Mystra and Eilistraee at the same time, but believe in Shar and Ransendall at the same time?

No one who hangs on the wall of the Faithless is so crazy.

Edna took a sympathetic look at the mage who grew up in the land of faith in Quesenta Azus... It is estimated that Deves will not be able to understand what it means to follow a profession in his life.

She grew up in the Hidden Forest, so she could barely accept the undead style... Which **** is useful to them, then their followers.

Edna can feel that the most steadfast belief in the hearts of the undead is actually themselves.

Because they believe in their ability to live a satisfying life, they never place their faith in anyone.

At most, they agree with a certain god's point of view, but it is completely impossible for them to completely surrender themselves to a certain god.

Edna knew very well that even from Mystra's standpoint, she would not find such pan-believers to be disgusted, and they did not deny the existence of the gods.

Although it's a bit illusory, when the undead are talking about which god, they really think that he exists and has corresponding abilities.

This kind of pan-believer is much more useful than the kind of believer who doesn't need you at ordinary times, but wants you to save his life at a critical moment, and by the way gives some money to a room.

So Edna never doubted the power of William and the never-shown God of Time.

Especially that God of Time and Space... If he has the ability to find a world with such a huge number of undead, he must have the ability to find more.

Nasr is silent.

He thinks DeVes is a little silly.

What virtue does the undead have that Shar doesn't know, or does Ransendall know?

Obviously, the magic and spells used by these weird elves are all loaded and used like a magic net, and it is normal to throw them away when they are used up.

If any **** can tolerate this kind of behavior, he can hang his magic scroll on their magic-like web for anyone to choose!

Lansondel, for example, doesn't care... He does cherish his followers, but he never cares about their converts.

After all, after young people mature, it's normal to not want to continue living that kind of **** life... The most frequent and fastest conversion of Toriel is not the believer of the Lord of Death, but the morning sun Lord's!

He is indeed the Toril **** who can accept the chaotic beliefs of the undead the most...not counting the elf pantheon.

It was inevitable that Rose would betray Corellon... One wants everything and refuses to throw away trash... One, it doesn't even matter if the voters convert, just be happy.

It's evil, so many elf goddesses, why did Corellon fall in love with Rose?

Probably think it complements each other...the result is that I made up the big fat and just fry it directly?

Nasr glanced at the Trahir elves outside, the undead just added a little bit to the chaos of the elves.

The Toril gods can withstand much better than their own followers, it depends on who can accept this weird style!

Otherwise, why would the undead have no right to use shadow magic even though Shar and William are more closely related?

It must be their main gods thinking or can't bear to share a priest with something like Ransendall!

Nasr couldn't help but tremble... Not only can the undead be able to do Lansendel in the morning, Tyr in the afternoon, Shar in the evening, maybe they can jump between Shar and Selene again and again!

Therefore, the goddess of the night does not intend to be a colleague with her lover from another world, Nasr can definitely understand!

He only thought that the person next to him had just finished shouting Shar, and then suddenly changed to the benevolent Selene... Nasr, with goosebumps all over his body, touched the dagger on his arm... No If he dies, the other party dies!

The 'Old Sanda King' looked at the tablet in his hand, and shouted at the 'perfect bald head' standing on the mast with his hand pressed in front of him and looking at the sea in the distance: "Bald head! The old dog said, let you and respect The sea goddess, Ms. Amberley, chat for a while and ask how she got here!"

After she finished shouting, she couldn't help but bared her teeth into the cabin, and the hand that wasn't holding the Jade Holy Scripture couldn't help pressing her arm.

But Amberley, across from him, is smug.

She didn't think about the undead who used to call her 'The Great Sea' and 'Shark-head's strap mother' every day. She laughed wildly: "Haha~ I found out that you can't beat me, right?" /

I don't know how to break the locks on the island!

Haha!

If it wasn't for that little **** in Aglaia that made me have to hide in the North Sea, which is closest to the Great Glacier, if it wasn't for that half-elf named Hill, Vol'jin was willing to pay enough to kill him cost! I won't accidentally get a prophecy ball with Nimbro coordinates, hahahaha~

Although it's a one-off, I! How could the great sea goddess Amberley not find an island in the sea!

Humph~ Although the Mystery Locks here are strong, how can an island without a master be able to fight against the great Amberley! "

The 'Old Sanda King' lowered his head and muttered straightly: "Old dog can rest assured, this idiot Kelp did not find the underground labyrinth where the Ningburo astrolabe is located.

I don't think she even found the Mystery Center.

Tsk tsk, doesn't Kelp's brain have only one thread? "

"It's Sulfuras again... This one is really capable!" Nasr shook his head and said, "Fortunately, my lord is not so capable of obeying God, tsk tsk, Mystra, really... . . . to die well, to die well.”

Edna gently raised a hand and gently stroked her forehead chain... The ring finger firmly pressed the blue vein that she almost popped out... Facing the 'Old Sanda' who was looking at the big sea The back of Wang's head showed a sinister smile... She really admired herself, and she was able to control her anger, leaving only an elegant and leisurely back for that **** apostle of the dark night.

Although I know, Nasr probably has some guesses, so he dares to test it so arrogantly... Except for the elves and the undead, the humans here are all direct descendants of Azus, because the events of the past few years have I am a little dissatisfied with Midnight Mystra, and I will definitely not react too much because of a few disrespectful remarks.

These few words are not only extremely hurtful, but also insulting enough to Edna, who knows who she is!

Nasr really deserves to be a person who is not so loyal and is valued by Shar, really tm will poke her sore point... But if she is not Mistra herself, this is just a casual ridicule!

Elvia realized the meaning of Nasr's words with hindsight... Although the white dragon is shrewd, only humans can understand such a roundabout irony?

If it wasn't for Edna's anger so obvious, she wouldn't even think about it.

But...the lying White Dragon Queen quietly opened one eye and glanced at Nasr's **** from behind...it doesn't seem right to kick him now.

Edna herself is putting up with it!

Nasr observed the atmosphere in the cabin... Leonard, who was smiling happily beside him, could just give up, he must have never doubted anything from beginning to end.

And that Luca, don't even think about it.

Dervis...he was thinking about something, probably who the God of Prophecy was planning to use Umbry against...does it even matter?

If the undead hadn't cleaned up the coastal area too much, the **** of prophecy wouldn't have pinned his hopes on this kelp head for fulfilling the prophecy of 'Kelburn must die, and Waterdeep must be destroyed by war' what!

He is indeed very capable, and he arranges one after another of conspiracy calculations, but someone like Helast in the black robe, Savras still doesn't have the ability to easily get involved in his own plans.

Tsk tsk, why didn't Sulfuras give a prophecy for Laila and Kyle to remember to send one of their two sons, the smart one, to study architecture!

Well, the most famous architect over there in Waterdeep is Gendlaree!

The children taught by the Chosen of the Dawn Lord will surely be able to rebuild an unparalleled glorious city... I just don't know if Laila will let her children waste so much energy and money on this grandiose It works!

After all, her two sons can still be city lords... After all, she can still wait to inherit her own mother's Luskan!

Anyway, they are all cities in Sword Coast.

Nasr gloated inwardly for a while... He temporarily gave up his suspicions about Edna's identity.

Edna's reaction was normal~IndoMTL.com~ laughed twice before holding back, her main focus was still on her forehead chain, I don't know if she was communicating with Mirimu.

After all, as a direct descendant of Azuth, she still has to maintain a little respect for the goddess of magic, but Edna has never paid much attention to news related to Mystra.

The always irritable white dragon behind him didn't make any movement either... Nasr was always tense... In case Edna is really Mystra, the most likely one would be the White Dragon Queen.

A mouthful of dragon fire spewed out. If he didn't dodge in time, he would probably turn into black coal... He won't die if he dies. The shadow cloak is just a curse that can't prevent the original power, and the dragon fire can still block it. .

He touched his wrist: the icy night dagger didn't move.

It seems that Shar asked him to follow Edna only for the purpose of a 'truce sign'.

Nasr was a little worried when he found out that Edna's identity was suspicious: although Shar prefers to use others to make a move, it would be very easy to order him to assassinate the mortals of Mystra if things came to an end. normal.

He doesn't really care if Edna is Mystra, but he has to show his doubts, and as for judgment... that's up to Shar, who must be watching here.