Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Ransender took a sip of the fruit wine floating in front of him with a pointed beak, and asked Hill cheerfully, "If my believers come here to build a temple, can they live with you?"

Hill couldn't help but looked back at the east, and said silently, "Are you going to let your followers fly to work every day? The nearest wasteland takes three hours to ride a horse from here!"

Ransendre said happily: "I just give them a choice to live comfortably. That is my grace as the main god. As for whether they want to enjoy this kind of joy, then I can't control it.

Besides, at least you can come to rest during the rest time!

Your town is more suitable for my believers than a city. There are no dirty things that shouldn't exist. "

Hill was silent and built a temple for the **** he believed in, or how many people would choose to rest when he knew that the **** was very concerned about the construction of the temple?

It must be built to consider other cities to see, most of it is to make the establishment of the temple well known, and a few people will choose to come to the small town of Hill to rest!

Most of the residents here are professionals, have their own beliefs, and the number is too small.

Ransendel is also a **** who controls countless believers! Do things really have the essence of the superior.

Hill looked at the leisurely Ransender and asked curiously: "How long can you stay here?"

Even if AO let him run out early, it was impossible to let the famous ambiguity bomb of the Lord of Dawn sway in Toril all the time.

"Oh~" Ransendel sighed deeply, "When they come out and leave here to escape, I will have to go to the wasteland behind and wait to save an unlucky ghost once. I don't know what it is. The Destiny Slate will determine that only my power is useful.

However, in the ruins of the wasteland, there is a temple that I am very interested in. I found it in Amn before. It may be a belief handed down during the time of Netheril and related to the sun.

Occasionally Chen Xi would like to see it at noon, Hill. "

Ransender’s last words were light, but Hill understood that he really wanted to test whether he could become the sun god.

"The Slate of Destiny, never does things in vain, and every movement of it has a follow-up." Hill said slowly, "It might have some purpose for you to see the temple."

Ransendel chuckles, "Of course I know, Hill. Every time the Fate Slab starts, it actually starts with the god's unwillingness to give up.

Like this time, isn't it because Barr is unwilling to fall completely?

There may be other gods' methods.

Neverwinter City will participate, who knows if Bann has also intervened? The Shantarin Council, which is very close to him, hides so deeply in the north, it is impossible not to reach out for this matter.

It's just that your territory is really a big trouble, and the evil camp can't even touch it.

It's normal that the Lost God will fall. This thing is too easy to distinguish between the enemy and ourselves, and there is no way for outsiders to cause trouble.

When these heroes return to their turf, you will know what chaos is.

Maybe someone's mother is the spy of Sandalin.

This kind of thing is impossible in your territory. "

He talked a lot about it, but he just hinted that he wouldn't give up.

That is the pride of being the lord of the morning light. He must try to see the noon sun and the evening sun.

Hill sighed in his heart.

The true sun **** seemed to be destined to recover, but Hill still hoped that Ransendel would not choose the worst path.

Hill finally persuaded him: "Think about Suren. Who can completely replace her."

Lansender closed his eyes lightly and closed, and nodded: "I see. Hill, my friend. Thank you for your reminder. I will think about some things before doing them."

Hill smiled and poured him another glass of cider.

In fact, he really didn't want Ransendre to do that kind of disaster in order to become the sun god.

Every time for these whims, whether it is a good or evil god, ordinary people in Toril's world will encounter the most miserable ending.

The world is swaying back and forth between restart and destruction, and human lives are more humble than ants.

Although many gods have the means to resolve everything before the final crisis, those who die in the process can only report to the **** of death.

Hill has nothing to do with the evil camp, but he really doesn't want that the Lord of Dawn, who claims to be full of love for life in front of him, does what the evil camp has not done.

Hill knew that he might not be able to fight fate, but he was still willing to say a few more words, hoping that even if the result was the same, at least a few people would die in the process.

Although Ransendell looks unreliable, he is a good friend.

He can listen to kind advice, doesn't like lying, and is sincere to friends who treat each other sincerely.

Hill looked at the Lord of Dawn, who tilted his head to think, and sighed in his heart.

This friend of his, probably will never see the noon sunshine in his heart, the hateful slate of fate, people can only see hope but despair!

Don't talk about greed, even Hill finds that the hope for a promotion and salary increase is right in front of him. As long as he tries to get a chance on tiptoe, he won't hesitate to fight for it.

No matter who it is, there is nothing wrong with wanting a better self.

However, the method used by the Lord of Dawn was a bit stupid and a bit too radical. Even if it was really successful, it would end up being rejected by his colleagues.

I just hope he can think clearly!

Hill felt that Ransendall had only thought of brilliant results before, and never expected that he would fail.

However, courage and self-confidence were originally his priesthood, and his followers would only be more radical than him.

"Someone has come out!" Aglaia said loudly, "Ah! It seems to be running for his life."

Hill stood up abruptly, and Spirit Sea quickly communicated to his magical oil painting, and then asked Ransendre: "I have a way to deal with the remnant soul of Baal, you must not do it.

I have to make these guys understand that it's not that I can't do it but I don't want to do it.

Otherwise, they took the treasure from me and felt that it was because of my incompetence that they would leave the opportunity to them.

Once they think that I am incapable and just rely on the protection of Aglaia and Tyre, there will be more temptations.

Torell is really an interesting world.

People don't care about the revenge of the gods at all! "

"Of course it's because most of the gods don't care about the life or death of believers or loved ones!" Ransendel laughed. "Will the dead believers still return to the kingdom of God? It's not a complete extinction.

Compared with the death of the believer, the more likely to cause the gods to anger is the soul of the believer being stolen by the devil.

As for whether believers are willing to die.

Hill, who can remember to take his dead believers back to the kingdom of God, is already a very trustworthy god!

So even if you are killed, if the reason is justified, Aglaia may only have half the chance to retaliate! "There was a strange expression on Ransendre's bird's face, "And Tyre will never change his beliefs for a friend he admits."

He is different from us. If he violates his priesthood, it is really better to live than to die. "

Hill nodded, so Ransendre didn't like Tyre very much, and it is understandable that his feelings are too full, and he can't move on impulse. It's still bigger than Greater Alaska.

It's the exact opposite of Tyre.

After a few words, Baal's temple had collapsed suddenly.

The son of Baal had indeed been swallowed, and Baal, who was briefly resurrected from his son, took back the divine power from the temple.

"Dad! Is he alive?" Looking at the half-dead adventurer, Aglaia asked in surprise, "The dead **** can be resurrected so easily?"

"No, it's just temporarily controlling the body. That's his son. Barr made hands and feet on these children from the beginning, and he can control it at any time." Hill frowned and stared at the blue-black warrior. , "A child with strong willpower can actually get rid of his control, but the soldier is already very timid, but it is more prone to problems.

Barr directly used this body to recover, and his body was no longer alive. "

Hill sneered, Baal was planning to abandon this body.

But if you want to keep his soul alive, you need to carry out a sacrifice to the undead.

He intends to sacrifice all the residents of the nearby town to himself before his body is completely useless.

Baldiao smiled and glanced at the adventurers who were running around. He raised his head to look at the Paladin on the mountain wall. He swung one hand from behind and a knight's spear went straight to the Paladin commander.

He didn't even see the floating castle above the town that had floated to this side.

The Paladins erected a shield wall, shining light all over, and iron gloves burning with blood-red light appeared in the air.

However, the violent conflict in everyone's imagination did not occur.

That city wall is also within the range of Hill's locks!

A thick water ball appeared in midair ~www.readwn.com~ and wrapped the spear inside the ball.

No matter how hard the spear struggled, it couldn't break free at all, and could only be slowly consumed by its strength.

The Paladins couldn't help turning their heads to look at the floating castle above them.

This castle, which has been staying in the air in the southeast corner, has long since moved to a position parallel to the Temple of Tyre, beside the main road.

They had known Hill's locks were very powerful, but they didn't expect it to be so powerful.

Being able to fight against 20th-level legends and being able to fight against weak divine powers is a completely different concept.

Hill glanced at the scene below and frowned.

If you want to rely on Tyr's paladins to cut off these adventurers, and Tyr will not surrender, doesn't the result mean the end of total destruction?

Was the Silver Shield sent to the altar?