Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 601: The undead who finally caught up with the big battlefield

Hill took another look at the undead who were marching in a hurry, and took out his spellbook.

They were moving as fast as they could, but the undead's path was blocked by the countless absent demon trees waving thousands of branches.

Fortunately, the two families sent this time were Black Rose and Wen Jian Tianxia Juvenile You. These big trees with strong trunks and leaves after being demonized, are vulnerable to a single blow under the teeth of the wild boar army who opened the way.

As for Wen Jian, because most of the animal companions are marine creatures, they can only rely on their own hands, but they have the blessing of Lansendel.

This person is a real protector, and he has always been meticulous in protecting those who he identifies with.

The priests of the Church of Dawn, relying on the protection of their Lord God, can traverse the Nether Mountains and the desert full of corrupted monsters, and enter the unrecovered Myth Drano to build the Tower of Dawn.

Not to mention that these ranks are considered high-level undead in Toril. As long as they are in a place full of dark power, their attacks will bring the power of light blessed by the Lord of Dawn.

The mages who asked about the sword unhesitatingly released fireballs with bright blessings.

But what makes these undead most fearless is that no matter how thick or terrifying the surrounding fog is, they don't feel it at all. For the undead, except for the sight of the abyss, they have no other feelings at all. .

That kind of soul damage is of no use to them.

"They are setting fire..." Oberon pressed his face tightly against the crystal wall, extruding a strange shape, "These...are they really elves? They actually set fire in the High Forest!"

Hill turned his head slightly, not knowing how to return to Oberon's question.

Do the elves of Toril know that flames with the blessing of light can burn these tree demons to death? Of course they knew, but no elves could.

That is the soul of their ancestors, the psychological sustenance of all the elves in Toril.

Also, no one dares to bear the sin of burning down a sacred forest, even if most of the trees become the devil's minions, after all, it is only temporary, as long as they are still alive, there is still a possibility of returning to normal, In the judgment of the will of the world, that is the harm to nature.

And as long as the gates of **** are closed, the possibility of these trees returning to normal is indeed very high, as long as the druid spends a few years of work.

Don't look at the fact that there are no gods to save these trees, but those who destroy them may be cursed by the gods related to nature.

Oberon looked back at Hill: "Even if you do it, don't use the power beyond the gods. It is better to control the power of the spell under the legendary spell."

Looking at Hill's puzzled face, Oberon said with a wry smile: "Your world must be very stable, and the demon's hand is not as long as Toril.

The gate of **** here in the High Forest has existed for so long but has not been knocked down, not because the gods are incompetent, but because they can't do it.

The space here is very unstable. As long as the power used exceeds the level of the gods, it will be shaken and broken. Moreover, it has been linked too deeply with the abyss, and it is difficult to completely seal it.

Demon lords can easily tear apart space rifts and invade entire continents from here.

Speaking of which, this kind of thing is not once or twice, but it was beaten back by the coming of the gods.

The devil later learned that beyond the level of the gods, it was useless even if they entered, and the **** Toril still had the ability to kill them.

But the underlying demons, the gods cannot waste their divine power unless they happen to meet them. "

Oberon looked at the demons that kept pouring out from below: "So over the past few hundred years in the abyss, this place has almost been used as a training ground before the **** battle. Suddenly there are so many demons, it must be a **** battle with hell. It's going to start again."

There are some things that the gods are absolutely unwilling to tell their followers, so Hill only figured it out today.

For the Toril gods who rely heavily on their beliefs, it is impossible to tell their believers that the reason why the gates of **** cannot be closed is not because they don't want to, but because they can't.

Hill's long-standing doubts were finally answered as to why Corellon watched as those demons wreak havoc in his greatest and most devout place of faith in Toril.

The shattered space of the High Forest... It's normal for Rose to be so favored by the Abyss.

Hill has something to do with this spider queen. Before the dark elves escaped into the ground, the High Forest was almost overturned by them.

AO never cares about Toriel's own sins, and the demons don't have the ability to rush into the whole world anyway.

Instead, it was Corellon. If he made a move, it was very likely that the two-headed prince came across the abyss. In that case, the Alpine Forest, which had a chance of life, wouldn't even stay.

Of course, Hill understood Oberon's warning, so he sat on the sofa and looked at the gate of **** over there.

He glanced at his magic book, scratched his head and put it back. As long as he used this, the spell power would definitely exceed level 35.

Oberon took a few more glances at the gate of **** and patted the crystal wall in front of him. It was so powerful that he couldn't think of it. The abyss was clearly in front of him, but it didn't invade at all.

He has been standing in front of the crystal wall, just to help Hill resist the abyss. After all, he wants to come here. Although he can't use divine power, Oberon is very clear that his power is absolutely Can not cause spatial fluctuations.

Since it was no longer needed, Oberon turned his head and walked to the sofa farthest from Hill and sat in a daze.

He talked too much today, got a little tired, and doesn't want to communicate with anyone anymore.

Hill raised his eyes and looked at Oberon, who started to autistic again, and shook his head helplessly. They are really incompatible with most goblins. They are beautiful, do not like to talk, and are honest and reliable. With a strong sense of responsibility, I really don’t know how such a strange variant can appear in the goblins. Maybe it’s because they have more contact with small animals such as elk?

However, Vera is not like Oberon except for her talkativeness, and other qualities are very similar to this father.

If she was the goblin queen type, Hill would never accept her.

Hill thought for a while, and then put a few artifacts in his hand into the pendant first. He moved his body, a little uncomfortable with the feeling of sudden weakness.

He then tries to form a water ball at the tip of his finger, slowly constricting his mana.

Fortunately, his memory of practicing the finesse of spells in the past is still there, otherwise Hill really doesn't know how to control the power of spells to be strong enough but not beyond the power of the gods.

No wonder no Legendary Mage and Legendary Grand Druid have ever fought. Before the Magic Weave happened, Toril's spells were still mostly powerful, and he had not studied so carefully.

Mages can control every ounce of their mana freely, thanks to Cyric's shocking sword, the magic net is disordered, and the magic suddenly becomes another kind of small thing, I don't know how much The mage directly exploded his head.

Hill expertly divides his mana into 100 equal parts, and then descends in parts.

The last water polo he left behind was probably around level 27, and Hill still didn't want to take too much risk.

He slowly felt the mana that this water polo needed. Although he didn't have to shoot, he still had to be prepared.

Hill looked at the undead who had already rushed into the battlefield, and the wild boars had been put away.

To the Black Rose, the pig's life is more important than their own.

Although some piglets don't have owners yet, they can live in their own mother's pet space before they reach adulthood. William is sometimes really considerate and thoughtful.

It is estimated that the work experience he has accumulated in the past has made him very aware of the importance of pets: instead of letting those who are rescued struggle with whether to live alone or die with pets that are regarded as parents and children, it is better to find a way to connect them as soon as possible. Rescue with pets.

Although this method does not intend to allow the undead to raise an animal companion to get a family, it at least gives them a buffer time. I really can't bear it, just like the 'inch thread', except for the rabbit, there are only In the position of the next four animal companions, the two of them have all **** their beloved piglets, which are exactly the same as the Duchess.

'Perfect bald head' also turned a blind eye to the behavior of 'Cunlu' forcing relatives and friends around him to bound wild boars. After all, the descendants of the Duchess are really strong~IndoMTL.com~ They are black roses anyway It is already a house of pigs, so many brothers Pingtou have been neglected, and it is useless to raise anything.

It's better to choose the power directly. Do you think that the Black Roses are still fighting against them? Victory without a fight is a common occurrence.

'Cunlu' is quite reasonable, at least the rabbits are left for them!

Besides, their family... how many other monsters would be willing to sign a contract? The whole body smelled of either pig or Brother Flathead. Once they reached the valley of Hill, other monsters basically avoided them.

It can only be broken and broken.

Although the final evaluation of the "Old Sanda King" who talked with Hill about this matter is that the bald head is deceiving himself, and the strength is not the power, but the taste.

But this little loli, who is also bound to Brother Pingtou, doesn't really feel anything. Anyway, if she fights with 'Cunlu', the big brother doesn't talk about the second brother, the muddy quagmire and the stench attack will always hurt both sides. result.

The two of them have now focused their anger only on bickering, and the practice of fighting each other to confirm who is right and who is wrong can only be temporarily abandoned.

The undead are very happy now. They like to fight this kind of group war. Some time ago, when they were at Hill's place, the fight was not fun at all. Although they were not afraid of those corpses, they were very boring. Kind of fist to flesh, the feeling of fierce fighting.

An old friend like the devil is fun!

The undead screamed 'Oooo' and simply used various shock skills to rush into the battlefield, scaring the guards of the major temples that were defending.

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