Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 551: The self-deceiving Lynn

Hill remembers that Corellon doesn't seem to have any plans to open a temple in the city.

He found these letters after flipping through them a few times, and only tentatively asked Hill if he needed help.

After he asks for help, there will be no following.

However, he felt that it would not be long before these tempting hands would be quickly withdrawn.

Especially after discovering how much the Church of Dawn people get along with these 'Trahir Elves' like their own brothers.

Ransendel has always been very approachable, and he is often seen in the imperial courts of the elves, and many elves aristocrats regard him as a life and death brother.

So Lansendel wanted to make himself the master god's plan, and the believers of the elf gods actually participated too.

After all, Toril is a multi-faith world, just like Lynn. Although he is a priest of Myril, he also believes in Corellon and another elf god.

Miriel didn't care about that either.

Otherwise, the two elven empires would not have perished together, with a population of tens of millions.

Otherwise, why did the elf gods have to recognize it themselves, and didn't bother Lansendel at all.

Those elves also took the initiative to participate.

At that time, the elves had swelled to the point where they wanted to create an independent **** system. If Ransendall was to blame for six points, the elf kings and nobles who wanted to become gods also accounted for the other four. point.

Of course, fate also gave them a big slap.

The elves will be so weak that even the demons can't deal with them, simply because the population has plummeted.

And it would have been nice for the elven gods to keep their powers back then.

Especially some gods who mainly rely on faith have no time to take care of them. If they don't fall asleep completely, Corellon reacts quickly and directly opens a new way for them in another world.

However, at that time, it was almost the elf gods who were betrayed by their own followers, and actually had no interest in saving those rebellious elves who wanted to be equal to them.

Eternal gathering island will become the current situation, in fact, it is a complicated relationship that has continued since the dawn of the disaster. The elf gods have a good attitude towards the elf queen, and other members of the royal family actually don't pay much attention to it.

Otherwise, the gods would look after him, and the former elf king could not be killed in the royal hall, which was the most heavily guarded place other than the king's bedroom.

No matter how many 'Trahir Elves' there are, the elf gods who have been bitten once by a dog can no longer join in the fun.

Hill just waited for these popes to write again, swallowing all the words of the previous temptations.

Compared to these things, Hill, who was standing on the terrace watching, was more concerned about the fact that those undead who had received the reward of the construction task had already started to set off happily in groups to the south.

This is going to deep water? Is Corellon so direct?

"Sir, Corellon, together with some good-aligned gods, issued a mission to the undead: 'Thoroughly investigate the source of the plague's poison'. Corellon suggested that they start with the nearest Waterdeep city, mainly to investigate that visit. The treasure hunters here, what is the current situation, and whether they are still alive." Liszt appeared behind Hill, "There are two other tasks that Corellon issued separately: to deal with the refugees and the remains of Myth Drano. And the Shadow City Arcanist who kills all evil alignments."

Hill turned his head suddenly: "No exceptions?"

"Corellon believes that the exceptions cannot remain on the Faerun Continent. Everyone knows that what follows is the crazy revenge of elves and goblins, and those who have nothing to do with this matter should have left long ago. Yes." Liszt lowered his head and said.

"There is no news from Myth Drano, if any of the great arcanists really get it, others will definitely publicize the specific content, and they can't make someone profit alone.

Corellon does this know anything? ' Hill asked thoughtfully.

"I don't necessarily know the reason why Gintama went mad, but I know it must be related to something in Myth Dronori. Moreover, in this situation, everyone would guess that it may be related to the Nishite Scroll. relationship.

These remnants from the Nishite era can even sacrifice the floating city, which is basically the same thing.

The Nite scroll, and the relics of the archmage who killed the first goddess of magic. Liszt sighed, "Of course Corellon would also have such speculation, and he also issued a permanent acquisition task: he would acquire anything from Myth Drano. "

Corellon's purpose is obvious, as long as you are upset, I am happy.

The Arcane Masters of Shadow City have been tossing around there for so long, and they have killed more than half of the demons in the underground. Of course, they have also suffered heavy damage.

Especially the dozen or so city lords, almost all of them were injured, but no one left.

In fact, Faerun has already guessed what they are looking for. If it weren't for the great mages like Shadow City, who are best at shadow spells, thieves from all over the continent would gather there.

But even so, news from the Harper's side confirms that many of the city's shadow masters have secretly disappeared.

For example, those who killed Vol'jin's Blessed in Silvermoon City.

After Hill took control of Mystery Lock herself, she deeply understood one thing, even if Elatra gave up the position of Silvermoon City Lord, she must still have control over Mystery Lock.

Otherwise, the subordinates of the Silvermoon City Lord wouldn't be messing around like a headless fly, trying to win over a new strong man when he saw a newcomer, and the method was so clumsy.

And it's even more impossible for Elathrow, who sees everything in his eyes, to hand over the power of the Mystery Lock to such an immature heir.

The masters of Mystery Lock, if they don't have enough self-control, it is easy to take the road of tyrants. Those secret little secrets, they want to know, but it is too easy.

Hill now tries to forget that he still has a lock in his hand, and is very supportive of residents moving to the city behind.

If his curiosity outweighed his reason, Hill himself didn't know if he would peep.

He still hopes to keep that little bit of character.

"Sir, Mr. Lynn is here." Lister said softly, "He wants to discuss with you what to do with the newly built city."

"Invite him in."

Hill went back to the desk and smiled at Lynn who pushed in the door: "Find a place to sit by yourself!"

He sat down comfortably, and then asked Lynn inexplicably, "What else is there to ask? Of course, only elves are allowed to live in the city built by Corellon.

It would be nice if the humans stayed on this side of the port. "

Lynn glanced at the large sofa in front of the desk, Hill must have not only received a god, there was already a strange pressure on that sofa, and it felt a little complicated.

He reluctantly found the chair next to him and sat down. He smiled bitterly and said, "Let's not talk about this, Hill, you put this sofa here? With such a heavy pressure, do you think anyone would dare to sit?"

Hill hesitated for a while before realizing it. Because of the blessings of the land of Trasil, the sun and the silver moon, he actually felt no mental pressure.

Moreover, he was inherently divine. Unless someone put pressure on him, Hill would really not feel the pressure of ordinary divine power.

"Sorry, Lynn," Hill said embarrassedly, "I just ignored it because I didn't feel it myself."

Lynn couldn't help shaking his head: "Being friends with you is so stressful! It's strange, you don't look like a natural demigod at all, but you seem to be a little more powerful than the one I've seen. "

"The real demigods are actually like Taslin Varadi, the **** of swordsingers, and Alasrin Drana, the goddess of conjuration and runes." Hill said with a smile, "Others The so-called demigods are actually legendary powerhouses with empty divinity, not really gods.

For such a demigod, you can only look at the professional level. Even if you have divinity, you have to work **** your own.

And I can call myself a nature mage, of course the level is okay. "

He didn't say much, of course Hill could guess who the demigods the harpist would see were all the bloodlines left by the gods in the form of saints in the land of Toril.

Although demigods can also be said, legendary mages can kill them easily, like the demigods of Trahill.

Lynn thought about it carefully, and soon understood what Hill meant, those who were actually descendants of gods, not born demigods.

It's just that everyone has become accustomed to referring to beings with divinity as demigods.

Lynn laughed: "You only make me feel like a mage now. But you're a mage? I really can't tell."

The speed of the undead revealing his bottom is always this fast!

"Warlock is a natural occupation, and Mage is my part-time job." Hill could only answer with a smile.

Lin took out a thick stack of paper from his space ring and handed it to Hill: "There are also many types of warlocks, and only the blood of a **** like you has the confidence to work part-time.

This is the city plan that Corellon asked Rashiriel to send. I don't understand, he doesn't seem to be ready to let the temples of other gods enter the new city of Aglaia.

And ~IndoMTL.com~ he didn't plan to build a temple of his own, he just planned to build a forest shrine on the other side of the forest for Rushriel to guard. "

Hill tilted his head: "What do you think about the undead?"

"It's very hard-working! Although I like to joke, I work really hard, much better than the elves." Lynn praised, "If the elves do so much work at one time, they probably have to run away."

Hill blinked before reorganizing the language. He thought of what would most easily alert an elf: "Followers of Ransendall, also very capable."

The satisfied smile faded from Lynn's face.

"Didn't you see the mission issued by the followers of Ransendall?" Hill asked softly, "Besides, he came so often, you should have seen it!"

"No, I've been trying to imply that it's a big peacock." Lynn said flatly, "Miriel told me what the Lord of Dawn has been doing in the dark lately to keep me away. .

If I get involved, don't blame him for banishing me. "