Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Although Selûne's words were simple, Hill still understood what she meant.

Edna is actually just an ordinary nine-ring mage now, and she has no power to resist anyone she meets.

Even if you just entered the supernatural, after the enemy becomes the incarnation of the gods, mages less than level 30 can't hurt anyone at all.

An existence like Amberley is also rare in the multiverse.

It's really the last battle, it's impossible to still have that kind of weak chicken...at least it can't be that weak.

If the end of the world was created by something like Amberley, Toril would probably usher in countless harassments.

The powerful enemy AO doesn't matter, he may not be able to accept the locusts coming every day.

Therefore, AO let her enter the big storm formed by the primordial power of the crater... With the soul of the goddess of magic as the pillar, no matter how much primordial energy she absorbs, she will not have a mental breakdown and become a fool or a lunatic.

No wonder AO chose to advance the patch that was originally prepared for the future... Edna has never encountered any catastrophe in her fate.

For the Harbell family, she was not caught in the sacrificial field, and experienced the pain of being shattered and then repaired by the magic net.

On Nimbro Island, she was not defeated by Amberley and Seebeck in mixed doubles.

Even the most dangerous Xueluo Island, she was still unscathed, and Shar killed the biggest trouble.

She even relied on the undead comfortably to complete the final task...to establish a stable alliance of the Toril gods.

To be honest, even if AO speaks on his own, it may not be possible to establish such a comprehensive alliance... Leaving aside the light side, Shar alone can actually represent all the darkness in Toril.

Before that, how could there be any alliance that could pull this Daughter of the Night into it?

When the Xueluo Island Alliance's note was sent out, they didn't know how many gods there were, so they were so frightened that they looked for a magnifying glass!

But Edna, who has never experienced these things, her biggest shortcoming is that the absorbed energy is not enough, and even the connection with the magic net is not so close as to be inseparable... AO should have hoped that she could absorb the magic many times The former Mystra's soul fragment in the net makes Mystra's return to the center of the magic net more perfect.

Of course he doesn't care if Midnight, who has absorbed too many soul fragments from others, is still the original her.

However, besides the moment when Edna became Edna, there may be a bit of the soul fragment of the black boy... Hill estimated that Edna would have a similar speculation... Edna is a descendant of the black boy, when midnight When the broken souls, perhaps more than half of them, entered the little girl's body with the power of the magic net, many of the ubiquitous black boy soul fragments in the magic net would definitely follow in.

Otherwise, Edna's soul would not be so complete.

The most important thing is that even the sliver of spirit on Hei Tong's fragment of oil painting would not be so easy to recognize Edna.

After all, the fragment of the oil painting was originally in the Black Rod Tower...and there was a mistress called Laila in the Black Rod Tower.

However, this Edna, who has not suffered or been tied to death by the magic net, made AO very satisfied...Of course, it may also be because he was unable to drive the undead out of Toril.

Not only because he has already agreed to Corellon's request, but also probably because of his extroverted young daughter... AO probably wants a longer-lasting quiet and harmonious life than saving a temporary thing.

Even AO didn't want to bear the result of William being driven away.

The great AO, the **** of Toril, could only find a way to increase Edna's power.

Otherwise, let Edna of the Nine Rings directly face a god-level opponent... Can't he slap himself in the mouth, open Toril's blockade first, and then restore the magic net bar?

There are many places in Toril where primordial power exists, but there are probably not many large iron gates condensed with primordial power like here in Chuerte.

Isn't it just letting Toril blow up twice! It's not like it hasn't happened.

AO has always been able to think about it, anyway, the first half of his destiny has always been smooth sailing, and the second half is inexplicable.

Manx frowned and turned to look towards the direction of the sea.

Of course, she also saw the cloud house above the clouds, slowly crashing into the chaotic Chult Peninsula.

I even saw some undead and Toril mages who were sent to sea.

Manx's eyes blinked suddenly... Of course she was familiar with this group of people, and she "knows it like the back of my hand" about the only lady who didn't slide down from the cloud house.

At least at that time, she really thought so.

Otherwise, she would never give Edna a blow.

Although it wasn't her who spoke, but...does anyone really think that Garagos is pretending to be a woman so lively and cute?

Thinking of this, her calm face slowly wrinkled into a steamed bun.

Although she quickly smoothed out that melancholy face, Shar, ah, no, the photographer Ai Suduo professionally recorded the momentary expression change.

The world is still the same world, but Haim's tragic waiting for death is no longer the focus of Toril... Only the cloud house where the owner is still sitting quietly is the light-packed battle.

If the Archmages of the Twin Towers in Amn were only surprised when they saw the cloud house directly falling on the blue and white storm of the flame peaks, they shouted "how is that possible" and frantically shouted at Seebeck and Xia Rui Si's dark side asks for help and confirms, but there is only dead silence on Haruah's white sailboat.

If it wasn't for the sudden vibration of the magic net... Everyone would understand that it must be the result of the trembling of the hand of Azuth, who is working diligently in the center of the magic net to maintain the stability of the magic net... Only then did these unbelievable Halauans wake up.

Archmages may be dark-minded, but they are not stupid.

Everyone understands that knowing that a person has done something bad is different from seeing someone doing something bad at any time.

Especially when this bad thing was directed at her.

Amn's betrayal of the world can actually break the pot.

But the great mages like Haruah haven't planned to stop going home yet!

Even the determined Zarathom broke his guard at this moment.

His hoarse voice broke the deathly silence of the crater: "Safras!

Didn't you say that the end of the world this time is to delay the time for the magic net to return to its strength for another eight years!

Eight years later will the real path of destiny begin, and thirty years will be the time for Mystra to return to her throne?

What is this in front of you?

Please speak!

You **** come out and tell me, what is this! "

The miserable cries of the former king of Haruah resounded through the sky, but there was joy on Hill's floating castle.

Waiting for this moment and waiting until the frantic Ransander stomped and danced in the garden... even regrowing his bald tail at the expense of his powers.

Dragging its big golden tail that opened up all over the screen, the swaying golden peacock stepped on strange drumbeats.

Hill recognized it for a while but still couldn't figure out whether the rhythm was the same song as "Although you were wrong, wrong and always wrong ~ it's all your fault, sacrifice is wrong" sung by Ransander.

As for the lyrics...maybe a popular song from the undead?

Anyway, Hill couldn't hear it. The big peacock was too excited and his voice was a bit sharp. An ordinary person like Hill couldn't tell what the tune was.

Selûne's reaction was relatively simple... She hugged her pillow with one hand, and laughed, while she slammed her beloved recliner with the other hand.

The voice of "Hahahahaha" resounded unscrupulously.

Shar... Shar directly turned herself back into the shadows.

The face burden of the Goddess of the Night seems to be heavy.

She usually only smiles, and she probably grinned too much at the moment, so she just went home.

Hill lowered his head silently, and scratched the numbers that Zarathom burst out on the crystal petals.

The connection between Savras and the Tablet of Fate is really close... It's only 83 years now.

According to the original script, Cyric would assassinate Mystra in 1985.

Unlucky enough to fall into midnight in the mine, it took three years of summoning to summon his disciples...Kelben was still with ulterior motives.

Then the road to resurrection went on for 3 years, and at midnight when he abandoned several of his children and returned to the kingdom of God, he was sent down by Cyric not long after.

After going through all kinds of dangers, Mystra, who was resurrected on her eldest daughter and returned to the Kingdom of God, was no longer as energetic as before...becoming a complete tool man.

However, Hill only knew the real situation with the old script, but Savras saw the end directly by relying on the so-called prophecy?

Hill was surprised when he saw Dandel die back then: even some gods in charge of fate couldn't guarantee that their predictions would be so accurate.

Sufras, who only had prophecies and magical omens, could see these futures accurately!

Even if he couldn't determine the specific date, it was already very scary... How could AO allow his existence!

Manx, who was staring at the cloud house spinning rapidly in the storm in the crater, suddenly looked back at Haruah's white sailboat, she frowned slightly, and then used her unwillingness to With the fan in Li's hand pressed against his chin, he laughed.

"This...respected Lord Devil Duke ~www.readwn.com~ Manika, whose veil was blown off by the strong wind, suddenly smiled and said to her, "Aren't you insisting on the image of a lady?"

"Lady?" Manx glanced at her lightly, "Where is it? Why didn't I see it?"

With a charming posture and a handsome smiling face, Monica gently tied her long wind-blown hair with a veil on her chest, and her towering **** stood out against the background of her hair: "My lord, we did make a mistake. , but what should we do?

When adults don't show their true strength, we can only judge stronger people according to the routine!

How could the weak, the weak who depended on the strong to survive, offend the one with the stronger heart? "

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