Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

'Perfect Baldhead' squinted his eyes and smiled so cutely...'Xiao Liuyou' who was standing on the other side had already sneaked away, dexterously shuttled back and forth under the cover of a large group of people, and walked to a five-meter-high stone by the lake Beside, directly took over the command.

Moreover, she very wisely recruited a small and cute alchemy carriage with relatively strong protection.

The bald-headed words seemed to be satirizing the old mage, but they were actually reminding her.

Elminster is definitely not in the continent of Faerun. The undead are still very sure about this... The news confirmed by Shar, Selûne and Lansander at the same time is absolutely impossible to be false.

The 'perfect bald head' directly exposed the old man's hint that he was Elminster, in fact, it was to make the old man focus all his attention on himself.

After all, he actually didn't know why this old man made such a useless disguise... The ambiguous relationship between Shar and William must have been known to everyone in the upper echelons of Faerun Continent.

Those who don't even know this news... don't have the ability to show off their might in front of the undead.

Everyone knew that it was impossible for Elminster's whereabouts to be a secret from the undead... The old man was too old, and in order to keep himself awake, he spent most of his time in the astral world frozen in time.

Otherwise he wouldn't have made an Elminster Star.

He doesn't like the current Goddess of Magic or Azuth, and it is even more impossible for him to burn his life and spiritual sea and rush into Toril from the Star Realm for such a great reason as saving the Goddess.

'Perfect Baldhead' was a little skeptical. This old man was trying to test the character of the patriarch in charge of his affairs.

If he hadn't revealed that the old man was a fake Elminster... the other party's attitude would probably be different.

Instead of discussing with him how to deal with a master hunter of Malar like now, and talking about how cruel the master hunter of Amn is... He specializes in hunting Druids: the bear head on him is not real The bear, but the bear transformed by the druid.

'Perfect Baldhead' felt that this guy would not lie to him about this matter... so he turned around and shouted without hesitation: "Romantic, lead the swordsmen there, this guy must not be let go!"

It seemed that he was still the one who commanded the whole army.

'Xiao Liuliu' poked his head and glanced at the bald head who had begun to chat with the old mage, and quietly closed the door of the carriage. The first thing he did was to send a message to Aglaia's left-behind helpers: "Go and find out, ha Whether or not Rua has an archmage has something to do with Elminster."

Then she sent a message to Old Dog Xue leisurely: Although I don't know if the old man is the fish that Master Dog wants to catch, I'd better inform him first.

Then 'Xiao Liuliu' frowned and looked at Esmer Taran, who had been **** off by the knights. If this guy is really from Haruah, does that mean that they Really caught the tail of the main line?

William's dog plan really didn't give any clues.

If it weren't for Xue Laogou's brains enough and his information well-informed, who would have imagined that there would be any connection between Ammu, Jugu and Harua who are out of reach?

Moreover, 'Xiao Liuliu' looked down at the comparison between the timelines of Toril and Trasil... Trasil was originally in a folded space, and the timeline did not match Toril's side.

Like their undead world versus Toril...fast and slow are relative.

But ten thousand years ago, Toril and Trasil seemed to slowly become two parallel lines.

At that time, Trasil had the white wolf **** who fell in love with the goddess of the lake, and Imasca, the strongest mage kingdom on the continent of Faerun, officially went offline... Then came the rise of Netheril.

Halrua and Amn are both after the demise of Netheril!

'Xiao Liuliu' sighed softly, she still couldn't figure out whether the old antiques from ten thousand years ago had survived to the present, or someone inherited those things.

Anyway, there is always an enemy there.

Forget it, if you don't understand it, leave it to others... She is not good at using her brain, let alone still in the state of being pregnant and stupid for three years.

"Who is that?"

Hill looked at Selûne who asked this sentence in surprise.

"He changed his appearance." Shar said lightly.

"Magic can't blind my eyes!" Selûne said dissatisfiedly, "Everyone's magical aura is different, and I can't admit it wrong."

"You can't recognize this?" Shar laughed disdainfully.

"You know?" Selûne quickly turned her head to look at her sister, "How could there be an archmage that you know but I don't?

The human archmage in the dark region also descended from the ground! "

"I don't know it!" Shar said coldly, "but I know it, the breath from the shadows."

"Shade City?" Ransander said, eyes widening.

"Shadows don't mean liches." A faint shadow appeared in Shar's big purple-black eyes, "The easiest way to disguise as a mage is a god."

"Safras?" Selûne exclaimed. "No, no, it's Velsharoon! What the **** is he doing?"

"Velsharon... how could he have something to do with Elminster?" Hill asked a little puzzled, "Isn't he... the red-robed mage of Searle?"

"Vissaron was also an ancient mage before he became a god. No one knows his former real name now." Ransander laughed, "He can fight Sazastan... Although he lost, at least it proves that he have that ability.

Moreover, the demigod promotion that Talos arranged for him actually used most of the lich rituals he prepared for himself!

There are also many people in the red robe of Cyre, who used to be the archmage of Netheril on the ground.

They were all rejected from joining the floating city for various reasons, especially the necromancer school.

Otherwise, the relationship between Shadow City and Searle would not be so bad. "

"So... Vishharun, it is possible that someone from Mis Zhanor City is related?" Hill asked.

"Hill, you're really a smart kid~" Ransander laughed, "I got the point right away."

"Huh? Why not Esalanta people?" Selûne asked puzzled.

"Can't you use your brain a little bit?" Shar turned to stare at her brainless sister, "How many conspiracies and tricks Elminster has destroyed in Velsharoon's promotion to a demigod for centuries!

If they were relatives, how could they fail to recognize them?

Elminster is not really jealous, he is very defensive, Simbu has done so many bad things, didn't he come forward to persuade him?

Such a him, how could he let his blood relatives be reduced to being pitted by Talos first, and then bowing their heads to Azus?

Heh... that guy never thought Azuth was a real mage. "

This... Hill still knows, if Elminster is not unwilling, he is the first mage god.

Although he knew that what the old mage looked down upon was belief in God, Shar was still a little upset.

"Then what's the matter with this old guy?" Selûne asked indifferently, "If you can hide it from my eyes, this is definitely not an incarnation. Does he even have a god-incarnation?"

"Halua has a place of faith in Vishharun." Shar smiled, "With the help of Midnight, believers have spread from a few hundred to tens of thousands.

After all, they are all mages, so it is still possible to get a barely usable avatar. "

"So... or Haruah?" Hill lowered his eyebrows and drew lines on the paper, "No... There may be someone involved in Haruah, but it is definitely not the real mastermind behind it!

After all... Netheril has many people who have survived to this day. "

Then he quietly wrote down the countries and forces that have appeared so far, and even some mages that appeared alone, and then made a list of Toril's gods, and kept connecting the lines.

Then he stopped writing suddenly, and a name with a special presence appeared in front of him... Talos.

Only him, everything has a connection...although there are very few, even some can only be used as a dotted line to indicate a possible connection...but there is always.

He can even connect with Radug, the **** of gray dwarves!

It has nothing to do with the main **** of the orcs, but the subordinate gods of the orc gods have rumors of dealing with him.

Hill couldn't help but scratched his face lightly: In his memory, even his experience in Toril these years made him feel that the Lord of Storms was the leader of a group of mentally handicapped gods, a hapless fellow who was so greedy and stupid.

But... the guy who created Trasil's disaster is so cautious that no one can compare.

So far, I can't even catch a clue that can be straightened out... It seems that there are glitches everywhere, but unfortunately they are not thread ends.

Most importantly, how could the Lord of Storms have anything to do with Gruumsh, the Lord of Orcs?

Talos was born in the storm of the battle between Shar and Selûne!

He is a native of Toril!

Hill was a little shaken, but he still couldn't give up his doubts about the Lord of Storms... He simply asked Liszt to send a letter to the undead~www.readwn.com~ No matter what the result is, let's check first.

The undead have always been good at finding clues.

It is very possible that there are some things that he cannot see from a high place, but they exist there, and only a lucky person can dig them out.

The luck of the undead might be a problem, but they always look at everything... even the passing ants, maybe they can find this out.

Hill looked up at the Daughter of the Night and the Maiden of the Moon who were discussing "Is Selûne really stupid?"

Both he and William understood that as long as they were willing to bow their heads and plead... that Toril's aloof **** would definitely be willing to explain their doubts, and even take the initiative to help.

However, neither of them opened this mouth, and it is impossible to open this mouth.

They are all people with a homeland in their souls and new dust in their bodies, and there is no room for a third home.

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