Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

In the narrowest section of the strait between Chult and Calimshan, the end-to-end large ships of the end of the world played a game of iron chains across the bay.

On the sea surface near the bow and stern of their ship, there are endless shark dorsal fins floating, creating a particularly chilling atmosphere.

However, on the luxurious big ship in the middle, the big boss lying on his golden dragon throne felt that he was dying.

He glanced at 'Lu Huayu' who was standing in the living room and kept ordering, and kept sighing: "Look, the young master who asked for a sword, how handsome he is!

Look at that cyan light wall, how stylish it is!

Why can I only lie on my stomach here... I also want to make a good appearance! "

"Boss." 'Lu Huayu' put down the tablet in his hand and smiled softly, "Do you think the little jumping bean riding a crab is more imposing, or the golden armored knight riding a shark is more attractive?

Girls don't find the young master's appearance of hiding in the crab's claws attractive.

Girls with a pair of 'wisdom eyes' only like heroes, don't they? "

Seeing the big boss who turned over and started to think about which girl to accompany him to ride the shark, 'Lu Huayu' couldn't help complaining in his heart:

Fortunately, their boss has always been dedicated and always likes the kind of girl who likes to play.

We are all the kind of people that love is like a puff of smoke, and it will disperse when the wind blows.

This is also the reason why although the boss is no better than the young master, he can still persist until now.

The most fortunate thing is that their boss will never pursue any personality, and he doesn't like to eat the grass beside the nest, and he will not look at the dummy in his eyes... Maybe it's because he has seen too many intelligent robots, so he is very concerned about what is in his heart. NPC is definitely not fake color.

Whether it looks good or not is like a passing cloud, after watching it, let it go, and praise it and let it go.

This made 'Lu Huayu' feel more at ease... At least he doesn't have to worry about the end of the world becoming a black and white road... To be honest, he always felt that the girl who painted the brush went crazy in the end because she felt that she was actually compared to a virtual existence up.

Losing to a certain female player, maybe she can accept the reality instead. After all, the **** Mobi has never accepted her, and she can always see Mobi flirting with other girls.

But... the female NPC in the game, or the well-known experienced drow elves, are more interested in ink pens than her. Even most members of the family feel that they can approve of this weird feeling... It's just that one of the black and white roads has been eliminated. In the dungeon, 'Lu Huayu' felt that the brush was showing mercy.

If it had been replaced by 'Two Lines of Bamboo'...he could now calmly think of this terrible woman...heiheilu probably wouldn't even be able to keep her name.

No, ink pen can't even keep its own name. Do you want to keep safe without changing your name?

'Lu Huayu' sighed, and quietly looked at the lady with full personality disguised as a figurehead at the bow:

It was a tall and plump woman with long dark green hair, huge purple jewelry, and a long black dress: **** and wide buttocks, sharp eyes.

He really didn't expect that Anboli also had a normal human form!

However, what did the old dog mean when he asked him to transfer it to Anboli?

He bowed his head and pondered for a long time, but he didn't understand why he only said that he could make Sekora vomit everything in Toril, and let Ambori, who never showed a human appearance, stand on the bow of their boat to replace the original bow of the pure girl. picture.

Isn't Sekora the **** of the sahuagin?

Toril's theocracy of the sea seems to have nothing to do with Sekola!

At this time, Amberley's main goal should be to **** the sea theocracy that Talos has returned after disappearing, right?

Although Valkur is only the belief of sailors, he is not without the ambition to stretch his hands into the sea!

How did Umberli act as if he cared more about Sekora?

Tsk, forget it, he has never studied the plot so deeply, and he can't understand the thinking of the chaotic camp...Although the female aspect of Amberly is the type that is easy to communicate with, as long as the compliment is in place, but as a **** On the other side, 'Lu Huayu' always felt that he was a bit too frivolous... thinking about it, it must be this kind of guy!

He just waited to see the result. There was no need to waste brain cells on such trivial matters that had nothing to do with life.

'Lu Huayu' turned out the tablet, and glanced at the old hag with a pair of black wings that was slowly emerging on Chuert... the skin color was like bruises, and the whole body was covered with warts, sores and The pustule, and even the pair of wings, seemed to be missing.

Tsk, they really should show their bosses that black feathered wings don't only grow on fallen angels.

And shriveled, wrinkled, shrewd, wicked old crones with hellish red eyes.

'Lu Huayu', who comforted himself mentally, cut the scene to the one he didn't want to see the most: the 'young master' sitting on the back of the embroidered crab majestically, giving orders with a full face of excitement. ,

The huge bug with the head of the two-headed baboon on the opposite side, and the body that stood upright and hit the wall, are now a huge target, and they can play whatever they want.

Asking Sword is now happily testing out which weapons and spells are more harmful to him, so the scene is quite chaotic.

Life is always full of sorrows and joys, with ups and downs, and he 'Lu Huayu' actually paid attention to the life and death of 'Young Master' one day.

"Huh?" Selûne exclaimed in surprise, "What is Malagarde doing? Does she want to return to her youth?

are you crazy?

She took the evil old witch as an opportunity to become a god!

Want to reverse this image... Ambori, who was born and raised by nature, couldn't do it back then! "

"Amberley prefers the wave form." Shar reminded coldly, "She can be whatever she wants."

"But that's not the real body of a god!" Selene nuzzled, "When it officially appears, you must use your true form!

I also don't want to turn into a muscular giantess with a fierce face and a muscular body as soon as I fight!

But when you get angry, you still look the same! "

Just as Shar wanted to return to her, she was shocked by the madness of the hag duchess: "Does she want to become a fallen angel? Repairing her wings?

Could it be that she was really an angel who died in the River Styx? After the soul fell and was punished by God to become an old hag?

Who raised such a stupid angel? "

Ransander looked at the two goddesses in confusion, and asked tentatively, "Can she succeed?"

"Wait to explode!" Shar spit out four words briefly.

Selûne quickly explained: "She wanted to be a **** in Toril, and Toril also responded to her...but the foundation of the black pupil is only so far.

All that's left is to look at her accumulated energy, and the devout prayers of those hags' nightmares...but she's changing the form of the hag!

Do you think those hags, green hags, and medusa's would have a beautiful woman who looks like a fallen angel?

Who isn't jealous yet?

This means that her faith is also broken.

Energy... If it can be stored for hundreds of years, how come there are so many demigods in Toril who don't even have the ability to rush into the starry sky? "

Then Selûne was stunned for a moment, looked at Lansander with surprise and said, "You should understand... the disaster of dawn didn't just happen..."

"If it weren't for some inexplicable accidents, I would have succeeded." Ransander interrupted her, "The hundreds of millions of people praying at the same time, and the construction of the large Dawn Altar are all the results of my careful calculations.

It's just...someone didn't want Tai Ji to be resurrected, some guys didn't allow so many gods and angels to appear, so they messed up while I was busy building the altar.

Otherwise, I will definitely succeed. "

He glanced at the giant screen and said with disdain, "Don't compare this greedy guy with me!"

Selûne was rarely shocked by the confidence of others, and the lips that could not be closed for a long time on that smiling face proved her unbelievability.

Although AO's approach is very cold, it cannot be said that he did something wrong... Not to mention the thousands of gods, even angels, need energy to survive!

More than one billion, even if Toril is expanded ten thousand times, it is estimated that it will not be able to support so many angels.

Otherwise, a guy like Corellon, who protects his weaknesses, would not have said nothing, even though so many elves were wiped out, he would not accept any of the twin-carrying elves to enter the elf **** system... You know, the royal family members of those elves empire All with his blood.

Although they are getting rarer with the passage of time, they still exist.

Not even Corellon could support such behavior happening again.

Elves aren't exclusive to Toril, and the chaotic nature of elves makes it easy for them to do it again.

The result of not even being able to enter the kingdom of the elves can calm these guys who are about to move... If it wasn't for Lansander who was responsible for stuffing these elves into his kingdom, they would have to wait for the end in the river of Styx just like humans !

Otherwise~www.readwn.com~Why would there still be some gods who dare to take the similar path of conferring gods in the later stage?

Those who know well understand that Ransander's failure has determined his fate from the first day of his whimsy.

Whether Taiji is resurrected or not is another matter.

Shar looked at the two guys who were talking, and pointed at the giant screen with an absurd expression: "The energy on the night hag is too chaotic now, and the undead are retreating.

Damn, can't let her into Chult, I still want it! "

"You have to have a good environment, but you have to be deserted. Your requirements are always in conflict." Selûne muttered, and suddenly remembered something, "Eh? Where's Edna's cloud house? Your photographer and Undead What kind of business is the family robbing! Find the new Mystra!"

"Didn't land, still flying...Eh? What does Utao want to do?" Shar suddenly stood upright, "How did you drag the cloud house to his holy land, Mezro City?"

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