Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 568: There is a ‘tiger’ in the way
Hill is really tempted.
As long as you carry this ring, you can teleport directly to the lobby of the Tower of Windsong through any official portal.
While the contents of the Tower of Windsong must have been removed by the ghosts, the tower is still there.
It wasn't completely down yet, Hill wished he could take a look.
And some of the Warlock's heritage relies on the tower rather than the book inside.
The purpose of the ghosts is the color-resistant scroll, and now they are busy chasing and killing those who have gained something in it. It is impossible to have the time to smash the tower body to shreds. Hill feels that he can still gain something.
Be it the Great Arcanist or Mystra, there are some things they don't understand at all, that is some knowledge passed down by the ancient elves through blood.
What Hill has always wanted is these most basic and primitive heritages.
He actually still wants to do something for those warlocks in Trahill. Now the warlocks in Trahill are actually fully learned wizards, but they don't know how to deal with their own blood.
Hill himself was lucky enough to survive the initial bloodline riot, but not everyone was as lucky as he was.
Trahir's warlocks, because of the harsh living environment, are almost always the most savage type in the development of their own bloodline. The faster the growth rate is, the better. Few people study their bloodline carefully.
Many times, this promotion is actually at the cost of damaging one's own IQ. The higher the level, the more beast-like the mind becomes.
In the end, even some people with excellent intelligence cannot learn spells other than blood.
But obviously as long as the intelligence is enough, the warlock can be multi-tasking as a mage.
What Trahir needs is a steady path to sorcerer promotion, and it doesn't need to be very powerful.
Just like Toril, there are many warlocks who are more powerful in the mage profession, and they can freely choose their hobbies.
But not at all in Trahir, with or without the qualifications.
Although Hill doesn't like some of the style of the Warlock Tower, he can actually understand why the Warlocks can't trust any outsiders at all.
And Hill is still different from them. He is a godborn warlock after all, and he certainly doesn't feel a lot of pain.
If he were to take risks for these warlocks, Hill probably wouldn't be able to do it, but if it was just something he could do easily, he would still be willing to do something.
He was also interested in the tower of the most powerful heritage that the Toril warlocks had ever seen.
Hill put away the ring with a smile, and decided to go back to Aglaia City to see the latest situation.
Let the Oak Spirit find a few puppets who are better at handling trivial matters, and hand them over to classify the remaining little wonders, Hill rolled up his sleeves.
He already felt a great deal of hostility from the cold wind, and he was familiar with the power there.
Hill really thinks there's something wrong with Vol'jin's head that he dares to find him!
Who gave her the courage? Bann?
Really cooperate with the **** of tyranny, Vol'jin wants to become the evil faction?
A **** like her who relies entirely on her faith, as long as she dares to appear with Bane, she will be abandoned by countless merchants who don't want to cause trouble.
Hill walked out of the cloud house with a sneer, and let the little flower fairies hide in the flowers of the windmill jasmine.
Windmill Jasmine watched for a while, and seeing the murderous look on Hill's face, she quickly hid inside the cloud house and hung it on the window with Lily of the Valley, waiting to watch the excitement.
Both of them are very clear that Hill will walk out of this room, which means that no matter what enemy comes, it will be the kind that doesn't care about him at all, and even let Hill go all out to fight the enemy are not eligible.
Hill lowered his eyes and glanced down at the point where the Spine of the World meets the Shore of the Sword, the rugged path now occupied by the followers of Vol'jin.
There are aggrieved caravans on both sides and adventurers who want to get their hands on these guys.
But these undercurrents all ended in front of a lady dressed in gold, even her boots were made of gold, not to mention the belt around her waist that looked like she was wearing gold coins.
This dress, which closely resembles the goddess of Vol'jin, made most of the people honestly leave.
Hill tilted his head. Under the tumbling waves on the Sea of Swords, it turned out to be Amberley!
No wonder Vol'jin had the guts to stop him, she actually joined forces with Amberley!
Hill suddenly felt that something was wrong, that Umbori guy looked murderous, but was actually timid as a mouse, and Vol'jin wasn't enough to give her that much courage to deal with him directly.
Here in the Sea of Swords, Aglaia occupies most of the territory. Even though she doesn't manage her faith so diligently, being able to pray for peace without Amberley is a good thing that many merchant ships who do business normally wish for.
In the temple of Aglaia, the power of faith accumulated on the statues is almost catching up with the whole of Trahir.
It took a lot of effort for her to create a cycle of utilization of faith in the divine fire of the idol.
These beliefs have been transformed by conscientious idols into holy water and the protection of the Sea of Swords.
Although Aglaia will not answer these prayers, she has also fulfilled the duties of a sea **** normally. There has never been abnormal weather or wind and waves in the section of the Sword Sea from Waterdeep City to Luskan.
Everything is in accordance with the laws of nature, ebb and flow.
This is a beauty that no merchant ship on the Sword Coast could ever dream of.
It's the ancient blue dragon that runs the waterway, and she went to the Temple of Aglaia to worship it once. She was annoying to Amberley, who likes to do things.
Every time she had to take action by her old man to beat the kelp back, it really was a waste of time for her to love each other with a bed full of gold coins.
It was the first time that Hill and Aglaia knew that there was a belief that disappeared so quickly that even the priests of Ambory directly changed their beliefs.
Gerns in the past already knew that those gods were faked by the devil. Many people couldn't change it right away, so they could only be locked in the alchemy hut and isolated from the world!
So I found out that Aglaia didn't plan to compete with her immediately for Amberley in other places, so she should just hide away, instead of actively approaching the door, her strength has been weakened to the limit.
If the doppelganger dies again, Umbori's sea **** priesthood is estimated to be completely lost, and Hill suspects that she will really turn into a shark head.
After carefully observing the surrounding area, Hill wondered, does the Frost Girl also make a move?
Probably not?
For so long, this frost maiden has actually been avoiding Hill, and she is very worried about the Ring of Winter in Hill's hands.
She actually always knew where the one she made was, but she would never look for it unless she had the chance to advance back to medium power.
The Ring of Winter can only be used by the good camp, and Oluer, who has been degraded and downgraded, simply does not have the ability to absorb his original power.
She will never give Talos, the **** of storms, the chance to swallow her divine power.
In order not to meet Hill, the Frost Girl has not crossed the ridge of the world on this side of Icewind Dale in the past two years, even in the extreme winter, which is the most powerful display of her power.
Hill doesn't think Vol'jin will be able to dig her out.
Unless Talos himself comes forward, which is unlikely.
Talos dares to step into Icewind Dale, and Tempus, the **** of battle, will rush to cut him.
He doesn't say a word now, but according to the temper of the **** of battle, he will not bully the small. As long as Vol'jin and the others don't do anything to hurt his followers, he will not directly attack them.
Oluer has been so honest all these years, seeing her followers rely on slaughtering chickens and sheep to complete their missions, all because she hopes that Tempus can look at these things and continue to keep Talos out of the North.
She has many barbarian priestesses, all of whom believe in her so that she can go out in search of food in winter.
Sometimes when her priests fight, it's likely that they're not calling out to Aurel, but Tempus, who has been used to calling since childhood.
Hill finally set his sights on the mountain.
He suspects that it is Gera, the **** of slaughter.
This guy hates nature gods very much, and will of course be willing to kill nature's darling.
If so, Hill glanced at the demigod vines that had been lying on the roof of Cloud House.
Ever since she devoured the false **** in Faurenriel, she has been so lazy and disliked moving.
But Hill knows how much she's benefited, the leaves that have grown these days are all golden, not to mention the flowers and filaments that can pierce into people's bodies.
Hill once tried to pluck a flower from her, but it took a little effort.
That's still because Killing Vines didn't have any defense against Hill at all. He picked a flower, and Vines asked if he wanted more.
He estimates that unless it is a high-level warrior with a legendary weapon, other methods can't move a leaf of this killing vine.
Hill waved to her and directly connected with her in the spiritual sea: "The pseudo-god you devoured last time, the prototype may be below."
The slaughter vines that were lying lazily, the flowers and leaves suddenly stood up together, she was so interested!
After following Hill's side, she can't devour the blood of Warcraft to advance, unless it's a guy who doesn't have a long head who is actively looking for trouble.
But the higher the level of Warcraft, the less likely it is to find Hill's trouble~IndoMTL.com~ Killing Vine feels that he can only rely on Hill's natural power to slowly grind.
It's actually pretty good, she just likes to sleep and doesn't like to be disturbed.
But the harvest in the last world is too happy!
Devouring such a powerful flesh and blood, you can still get the blessings of nature. Killing vines never dreamed of such a good thing!
When she did this before, she was always struck by lightning!
Killing Vine loves that big horse monkey!
She swam down the top of the cloud roof in high spirits and landed next to Hill.
Hill let the cloud house sway over the heads of these guys a few times, and found silently that they didn't feel at all.
You dare to come out and stop him?
The female knight in the red knight's armor in the caravan next to you noticed something was wrong!