Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

If Hill knew about these five-color dragons who were about to head to other continents of Toril, he might understand a little why AO didn't send Lala Konde back to Abel.

Perhaps, he once thought of doing this. After all, these are the children of the Nine-faced Dragon God, who caused a lot of chaos for him, and were the chief culprit who caused heavy casualties to the original person he once wanted to keep.

AO didn't want them to experience the good life in Toril at all.

However, when the undead are running around the continent of Faerun, and the Kingdom of Searle is shrunk in its own territory and dare not take action easily, especially after a certain lord has wiped out all the things that may cause turmoil in the mainland, he can only use these giants Dragon messed up.

Otherwise what would he do?

According to the normal path of fate, the decades since Edna returned to the magic net should be the most turbulent period in Toril... Mystra, the goddess of magic, must show her strength and compassion.

However, in Toril right now, even the continent of Faerun is incredibly peaceful!

The existence of the undead has completely disappeared the low-level and large number of bandit groups that were best used in the past.

In Faerun Continent, not to mention metal dragons and gemstone dragons, even five-color dragons are obediently guarding their own territory, and have no desire to go out and rob!

Even if the neighbor next door can't even defend the city wall now.

AO looked left and right, and only Abel, the five-color dragon who hadn't been severely beaten, could still be arrogant for a while.

As for whether Edna will use the big killer of the undead...does it need to be said? It will definitely be used!

Compared to appearing in person, it is much easier to ask those voters and archmages to help with their work with a graceful demeanor, a smile, and anticipation. The undead who take money to do things and are full of love for Edna are much more useful!

Compared with the previous two Mistrals who liked to use human mages as the anchors of the magic net, the current Mistral is likely to prefer white dragons and certain magical objects, or some magical phenomena formed by the original force.

After all, if a human mage suddenly lives too long to die, it must be under the influence of the magic net, and his identity as an anchor will inevitably be exposed.

But Bailong?

They eat and drink enough, live happily, and don't encounter any danger to their lives. Isn't it reasonable for them to live for tens of thousands of years?

There is a very obvious difference between Edna and the previous two. She is closer to Mystra's mentality that all beings are equal, and she will not only focus on mortals.

But, that's for later.

Dragons never act decisively, and by the time they set off from La Lakonde Continent, Hill and Fran were ready to leave.

Although the time was a bit tight, Fran, who was sent by the harpist to the dwellings of all mages in Faerun who were good at making strange objects, was quite satisfied.

As for Hill, he had already fully prepared all the materials of Agraia, and made the inside of the Sword Mountain next to him extremely strong... Although the pure gold wall was only placed in the innermost special treasure house, other places, too. Layer by layer, Hill diligently converted them into various solid ores of Toril.

For so many years in Toril, he has learned a lot of the unique ore construction methods of this world, so Hill has no intention of taking those ordinary materials that he bought. He only took away the emerald gemstones that he traded with himself. The part that comes.

He didn't keep anything in the hands of the undead.

For Hill, his main goal of coming to Toril has been achieved. There is no need to take away all the things that can be made easily... What if some gods and gods are mixed into them?

Lynn's sentimentality at the beginning disappeared when Hill led him through the winding quartz alloy steel passage full of mechanism illusions and entered a secret vault.

"Purvi can pretend it?" He couldn't help but said, "Can't you take all of them with you? Agraia's municipal warehouses are rich enough!"

"Although, I say this, you may feel a little uncomfortable... But!" Hill told frankly in the adamantium hut that was set up with layers of isolation circles, no matter what kind of spirit body or incarnation of gods could enter. My friend, "These things are all within my reach, and even...the materials I use as stepping stones are purer than these.

What's the point of me walking around with things I'm not going to use at all? "

Lynn frowned and looked at him: "Trasil's earth gods... so strong?"

"A tree is a planet, and the goddess of the earth is the planet itself." Hill thought for a while, and said as tactfully as possible, "In a normal world, the earth gods are the strongest."

Lynn laughed helplessly: "I will find a suitable opportunity to go to Trasil to have a look."

Then he couldn't help but glanced out: "Don't you leave some for Master Fran?"

"Grandfather collected more materials than I did. He let me read them. It's useless for me to have more and better materials. As long as he has them, he will never want me.

If there is a need, my grandfather will not be polite to me, but usually, he is absolutely unwilling to take things from me. "Hill smiled, "Besides, there are some materials from the abyss and hell, I can't keep them around.

I have never wronged myself, let alone force myself to adapt just because something is better. "

Lynn patted him on the shoulder: "I can understand this, any elf can understand it."

Hill told him earnestly: "The floating castle is just a life-saving tool I left on the surface for you. If there is any fatal crisis, it's better to hide here."

Lynn raised his eyebrows: "If Aglaia wants to have an accident, it must be that Toril has reached the end of the world, right?

There are undead and Shar..."

"Are you joking? Lynn." Hill couldn't help turning his head, "I've only been in Toril for how long! Natural disasters, man-made disasters, dragons go crazy, and don't talk about it, and the end of the world is twice in a row !

Are you trying to tell me that this kind of thing won't happen to Toril in the future?

Edna dared not even say that! "

Lynn's mouth twitched, and he smiled stiffly: "What's the difference between Toril's end of the world and a joke?

Ordinary people can survive a few as long as they hide well! "

"So, I want to leave you a place that I think is the safest!" Hill pointed to the adamantine hut and said, "Those walls outside are directly connected to the Toril leylines!

That is to say, if the Sword Mountain Range ever collapsed, Toril would probably be in disarray already!

When the time comes, just bring someone you trust to come here directly.

This hut has too many magic circles, so I can only expand it to the current level, but it will be no problem to accommodate tens of thousands of people.

At that time, the space magic circle on the outer wall of pure gold will send this hut directly to outer space. You see, this is the hub. I put Martha's core here. At that time, she will control the hut to change. into an interstellar fortress.

You don't need to figure out any other functions, Martha knows it all, just remember to avoid it in time.

Of course, if it's just the so-called doomsday of the magic plague, Aglaia's mythos should be able to hold it. "

Lin En said weakly: "I see. Although I don't know where you have such a sense of crisis, I really feel that I can live forever and watch the gods change!"

"Isn't that good?" Hill said calmly, "At least when I'm not in Toril, I don't have to worry about your safety."

"What's that?" Lynn asked, pointing to a seal sealed in a glass-steel cabinet. "You throw all the sub-artifacts on the table casually, this seal?"

"Edna's," Hill said without blinking.

"What?" Lynn turned to look at him suddenly, "Why are you here?"

"The old sanda king, came here to ask me to find a safe enough place to store it." Hill lowered his brows and smiled, "They are undead, and they don't know how long they can stay in this world.

She loves Edna, but doesn't trust herself.

But she was unwilling to go against Edna's wishes.

So... she told Edna that she trusted me, an old friend, more than William, who was in love with Shar.

The space equipment of their undead race can be monitored by William at any time, and the old Sanda king thinks it is not safe.

Edna divided the seal into two, and the condensed

The more part of her soul was handed over to me for safekeeping.

In the future, if Toril really falls from the gods, and the avatar she left behind in the hidden town fails to survive, then she can only come to work for you. "

The corner of Lynn's mouth was about to twitch: "If it really gets to that point, I will definitely take them to Trasil!

So, that female pastor, right in front of William... so? "

"Although it's a bit...I'm sorry for William, but he's right, isn't he?" Hill rolled his eyes lightly, "Edna, you won't and dare not lose your vigilance when it comes to Shar.

Daughter of the Night ~www.readwn.com~ If you really don't want to abide by those agreements, it's easier than anyone else to tear them up. "

Lynn couldn't deny what Hill said, let alone deny it, and he agreed with Edna's vigilance very much.

From the start, he had no hope that this interworld love story would last forever.

Even if Trasil's William can be single-minded and unchanging for a long time, it's hard to say whether Shar can do it.

In the world of Toril, everything is normal... except good people and good things.

However, this kind of possible trouble never lingered in Lynn's mind. He suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Hill, you haven't paid attention to outside things recently, and you probably don't know about it. Many forces want to go to the continent exchanged from Abel.

On the side of the Xueluo Island Alliance, they all think that Toril's focus in the next century should be there.

But none of those few are interested in developing believers outside Faerun... Shar may have one, but she is sure to play by herself. "

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