Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 605: The Sword of Evereska of the Star Mountain Range

Hill lowered his head, looked at 'Xiao Liuliu' whose fingers were flying up and down, and muttered, "Neverwinter is about to be liberated."

Auberon looked at him strangely: "Isn't Neverwinter very good? The undead have helped them so much, and things as serious as the plague have been solved!"

Sill smiled at him, for the goblins, the strange behavior of the undead is not a trouble at all, and they will even toss along with them.

But for the king of Neverwinter, he probably has a deep understanding of what it means to invite gods is easy and give them away is difficult.

In the continent of Toril, Waterdeep City has a higher status, but in the hearts of the undead, Neverwinter City is much more important.

Sill once inquired about the undead's understanding of the world of Toril. Although the protagonist of the story is different, Neverwinter was once a well-known stand-alone game on their side.

Using human beings to fight against the evil forces that destroy their homeland is indeed the most resonant plot.

Besides, Hill understood with a little 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, what 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, many people have played it, but it is always a pity to play it for the undead who have been spoiled by the exquisite games later. .

The meaning of remake is not very big. Virtual reality games rarely make remakes. There is a lot of criticism for being different, and no one wants to burn money and be scolded.

But before the undead are under the age of 18, because they are worried that children will not be able to distinguish the difference between reality and virtuality, their country does not allow games that are too real to play.

So Neverwinter is really a good memory that many people often think of when they miss everything when they were young: when they crazyly wanted to burn the planner to death because of some stupid plot, they were shocked to hear that the bones of the planner probably melted helpless.

The undead really want to know what is different about Neverwinter in different settings, whether they can see the protagonists in their stories, and whether there are any monsters they killed in the sewers.

Hill understands their feelings very well. At that time, he was so merciful to the young people from the four cities who came to his territory to make trouble for the Temple of Baal, and it had a lot to do with Asbury among the people who came.

With the entire continent of Faerun knowing what is going on with the plague, Hill feels that her boyfriend should live well this time.

He didn't really think that Asbury's misfortune this time was due to him, so even though he was not happy that those young people took him here as a hero test, Hill's anger was directed at the cities themselves.

Purvi dexterously dodged another wave of attacks on the ground, and the small whale appeared beside Hill: "Sill! Have you finished what you want to see? Let's go back to the cloud!"

Hill smiled and shook his head: "It will be done soon."

He looked down at the **** undead on the battlefield and the Toril who were scrambling to deal with the frozen man.

Except for the Knights of Justice and those clerics from the natural camp who have begun to enter the battlefield again, everyone else is watching the excitement.

Even if the undead are really immortal, they don't necessarily care whether the NPC will take the initiative to participate in the battle. It's normal for this kind of thing to happen in the game.

But this kind of scene made Hill very uncomfortable.

After all, he knew in his heart that these were not those tool people in the game who had to be killed by the player even though the enemy was by his side.

Hill knows that for Pulvwei, these attacks cannot reach the legendary level, and the speed is so slow that he can't touch him at all. It just makes them turn away.

He comforted Purvi 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.

The soft mist filled the battlefield, in exchange for the excited cheers of the undead and the wailing of the demons burned by the power of purification.

Accompanied by shouts of "Good man Hill", Hill whispered to Purvi: "We can leave now, let's go directly to the Star Mountain Range!"

His water mist, even when the level is not high, can last for three days, which is enough, isn't it because the number of demons is more than undead now!

Hill is very clear that the undead army will probably march straight to the highest forest overnight, and most people still prefer the passion of direct combat to the plot party of looking for quests everywhere.

Toril's tasks are not easy to do. Many tasks make the undead very uncomfortable. The feeling that life is worthless makes William scolded every day.

Looking at the big trees stretching their teeth and claws under the spaceship, Hill continued to sprinkle the mist of water, hoping that those demonized trees would regain their sanity and not easily attack the large group of passing undead.

It is true that burning the forest will be cursed by nature, but cutting down a big tree that wants to hurt yourself is not a sin.

Not to mention, even if the group of undead that Corellon brought in really destroyed the entire Supreme Forest, they couldn't be cursed to succeed. And as long as it wasn't an order directly issued by Corellon, neither AO nor the law of the world could trouble Corellon.

If any believer or subordinate commits a crime and has to ask the gods to take responsibility, there will be no gods in Toril that can exist.

Just like Mystra, who AO pays close attention to, none of the two Mistras has a good fault. Isn't the Dragon Worshiper who caused the dragon madness disaster the one in front of you?

The holy grail containing Lansander's blood in the city of Aglaia is the best proof. As a mortal, the incarnation of powerful divine power can be harmed, but it is all due to the silver fire bestowed by the goddess of magic in Sammaster. power!

Maybe Corellon is really impatient with some things in the highest forest, but although it sounds light to say, it means the death of countless lives.

Sill took out a small bag of seeds in his hand, and sighed softly.

It stands to reason that sunflower seeds are such a good thing, he should really give them to the elves who stayed behind in the highest forest, but Hill still hesitated.

If it is said that Lansander was out of the control of the slate of fate, then Hill's use of this seed can be regarded as returning the fate of Amaunata's resurrection, which he had unintentionally transformed.

But if... the appearance of Amana Tower is destined to make Ransander go back to sleep in the morning light, isn't Hill taking this trick to trick his friend!

He doesn't think that the Toril people who know the sunflower will be grateful to the sun **** of Trasil. They only worship and praise the sun in their own world, and the Toril gods will not let the sun gods of other worlds appear in the world. own world.

The significance 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 it is impossible for Hill to change this flower into the flower of morning light. That would affect the sun **** in Trassil.

In case Trasil, who has mastered all sun-related priesthoods, loses the priesthood of Dawn by accident, and what is even more frightening is that a Lord of Dawn appears in Trasil, Hill will never I don't even have the face to go back home.

The cutest thing about Ransander is that he is Toril's powerful divine power, which is the prerequisite for Hill to truly make friends with him.

Before he descended to the Star Mountain Range, he finally found those moss seeds that also had the power of purification. Fortunately, he considered Toril's complicated underground world and worried that his territory would also be invaded, and those city-states The same unknowingly raises demons and devils and even liches. So let the spirit of the oak tree cultivate a lot with the demigod seed bag.

Fortunately, his elders of the Earth Bear collected quite a few demigod-level seed bags...not just those of the moon elf druid who died in the wilderness.

Sill didn't ask why there were so many, the enemy dared to go into the wilderness to trouble the Earth Bear, of course no bear would be soft.

Just when Hey Wilson asked him if he wanted it, he readily put it away. Apart from him, the Earth Bear couldn't be used. This is a semi-magic weapon that only recognizes pure natural force.

Sill counted the number of moss seeds in his hand, and nodded in satisfaction.

Although it is not as useful as sunflowers, these mosses should be able to grow well in the opaque high forest.

It's just that although the moss grows very fast, someone must collect their seeds and use them elsewhere, otherwise they will just grow in groups in place.

The elves of Evereska's Sword were already waiting for Hill at the highest point of the mountain. They had already discovered that the somewhat weird whale was flying towards them with a clear goal.

But the water mist with natural purification power sprinkled from the whale also made them sure that this is definitely not an enemy, so that's fine.

The sword of Evereska who has stood alone here for thousands of years ~IndoMTL.com~ has given up the awkward character of many elves, no matter what race they are, as long as they are willing to help them, they are their good friends.

Leaving Pulvi floating in mid-air, Hill brought Auberon and Vera to the ground.

Xiao Huaxian, who found out that there was no safety issue at all, was very dissatisfied and muttered to her father non-stop, how could her father forget to call her for such a thing? This is simply a crime!

Auberon kept looking at Hill, hoping that this big friend could help stop the passionate Vera, Hill... Hill turned his head and smiled at the elves who came up: "Ai Everyone of Friska Sword, I am glad to meet you, I am Hill from Aglea City."

"Hill?" An excited female voice sounded from behind, "Lynn's good friend, right? How is he now?"

The elves standing in front stepped aside with a smile, and a tall, agile, blond female elf wearing scale armor appeared in front of Hill.

Hill's smile became more serious: Lynn and his mother look so much alike!

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