Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Hill remembered that Corellon didn't seem to be planning to open a temple in this city.

He flipped through a few letters and found these letters, only tentatively asking if Hill needed help.

After he asks for help, there will be more information.

However, he felt that it would not take long for the hands of these temptations to be withdrawn neatly.

Especially after discovering how the people of the Church of Dawn and these ‘Trashir Elves’ get along like their own brothers.

Ransender has always been very approachable, often visiting some imperial courts of elves, and many elven nobles regard him as a brother of life and death.

So Ransendel wanted to make himself the main god, and believers of the elven gods actually participated in it.

After all, Toril is a world where multiple beliefs coexist, just like Lynn. Although he is a priest of Miril, he also believes in Corylon and another elven god.

Michel didn't care about this either.

Otherwise, the two elven empires will not die together, but it will have a population of tens of millions.

Otherwise, why did the elven gods only recognize it by themselves, and didn't bother Ransendel at all.

Those elves also took the initiative to participate.

At that time, the elves had already swelled to the point where they wanted to create an independent **** system by themselves. If Ransendel took six points, those elven kings and nobles who wanted to become gods also accounted for another four points.

Of course, destiny also gave them a big slap.

The elves will be so weak that even the demons can't deal with it, all because of the sudden drop in population.

At that time, the elven gods could keep their supernatural powers.

Especially some gods who rely on faith, there is no time for him to take care of them. If they don't fall asleep completely, Keruilong reacts quickly and directly opened a new way for them in another world.

However, at that time, they were almost regarded as the elves and gods who were betrayed by their believers, and they were actually not interested in saving those rebellious elves who wanted to be equal to them.

Yongju Island will become the current situation. In fact, it is a complicated relationship that has continued since the dawn of the disaster. Except for the good attitude of the elven gods towards the elven queen, other royal family members don't care much.

Otherwise, with the care of the gods, how could not let the former elf king be killed in the royal hall, which is the most closely guarded place except the king's palace.

No matter how large the number of ‘Trashir Elves,’ the elven gods who have been bitten by a dog can no longer join in the fun.

Hill waited for these popes to write again, swallowing all the temptations before them.

Compared to these things, Hill, who was standing on the terrace watching, was more concerned about the fact that those undead who had been rewarded for the construction task had already started to head south happily in groups.

Is this going to Sham Shui Po? Is Corellon so direct?

"Sir, Corylon has joined some gods from the good camp to issue a task to the undead:'Take a thorough investigation of the source of the plague poison.' Corylon suggested that they start with the nearest Deepwater City, mainly to investigate the time they came here to dig treasures. People, what’s the current situation, are they still alive.” Liszt appeared behind Hill, “There are two more tasks, which were issued separately by Corellon: to receive the refugees and remains of Mis Zorno. There are also attacks. Kill all the ghost city arcanists of the evil camp."

Hill suddenly turned his head: "No exceptions?"

"Kerylon believes that it is impossible for the exceptions to remain on the Faerun Continent. Everyone knows that the next thing is the crazy revenge of the elves and elves, and those who have nothing to do with this matter should have left long ago." Liszt lowered his head and said.

"There is no news from Mis Zorno. If any great arcanist really gets it, others will definitely announce the specific content. They can't make someone profit alone.

Does Corylon know something? "Hill asked thoughtfully.

"Not necessarily knowing the reason Gintama City went mad, but knowing that it must be related to something of Miszonori. Moreover, in this situation, anyone would guess that it might be related to the color-resistant scroll.

These survivors from the Nati era, what they even sacrificed in Floating City, is basically the same.

The color-resistant scroll, and the relic of the archmage who smashed the first generation of magic goddess. "Liszt sighed, "Of course Corylon will have this kind of speculation. He also released a permanent acquisition mission: He will acquire anything from Mis Zhuonuo." "

Keruilong's purpose is obvious, as long as you are unhappy, I will be happy.

The arcane masters of Ghost City, tossing there for so long, they killed more than half of the demons underground, of course, they were also badly injured.

Especially for the dozen or so city owners, almost everyone was injured, but no one left.

In fact, Faerun Continent had already guessed what they were looking for. If it weren't for the great masters of the Shadow City who are best at shadow spells, thieves from all over the continent would concentrate on the past.

But even so, the news from the harpist also proved that many shadow masters in the city have secretly disappeared.

For example, those who killed Wojin's favor in Silvermoon City.

After Hill took control of Mi Suo himself, he understood one thing deeply. Even if Alasdro surrendered the position of Silvermoon City Lord, the control of Mi Suo would definitely still be in her hands.

Otherwise, the people of the City Lord Silvermoon would not mess around like a headless fly, and they would try to win in when they saw a newcomer, the methods were still so clumsy.

And Ellastro, who sees everything in his eyes, is even less likely to give the power of the lost to such an immature heir.

If the master of the mystic lock doesn't have enough self-control, it is easy to follow the path of a tyrant. They want to know those secret little secrets, but it's too easy.

Hill now tries to make himself forget that there is still a lock in his hand, and he is very supportive of the residents moving to the city behind.

If his curiosity surpassed reason, Hill himself didn't know if he would peep.

He still hopes to keep that little character.

"Mr. Lynn is here, sir." Liszt said softly, "he wants to discuss with you how to manage the newly built city."

"Invite him in."

Hill returned to the desk and looked at Lynn who opened the door and smiled: "Find a place to sit by yourself!"

He sat down comfortably, and asked Lynn puzzledly, "What else is there to ask? Of course, only elves are allowed to stay in the city built by Kernelon.

It would be good if the humans stayed here at the port. "

Lynn glanced at the big sofa in front of the desk. Hill must have received not only a god, but there was a peculiar kind of pressure on that sofa, and it felt a little complicated.

He reluctantly found the chair next to him and sat down, and said with a wry smile: "Don't talk about this, Hill, just put this sofa here? With such a heavy pressure, do you think anyone would dare to sit?"

Hill hesitated for a while before it suddenly realized that because he had the blessings of the Terrahir Land, the sun and the silver moon, he actually didn't feel any mental pressure.

Moreover, he was inherently divine, and unless someone specifically pressured him, Hill would really not feel the general divine coercion.

"Sorry, Lynn." Hill said embarrassedly. "I ignored it if I didn't feel it myself."

Lynn couldn't help but shook his head: "Being friends with you is really stressful! It's strange that you are not like a born demigod at all, but you seem to be a little stronger than the one I have seen."

"The true born demigod should actually be the **** of swordsinger Taslin Varadi and the goddess of spells and runes, Alaslin Drana." Hill smiled and said, "The other so-called half gods Gods, in fact, are legendary powerhouses with divine nature, and they are not true gods.

Such a demigod can only be based on the professional level, even if it has a divine nature, it is necessary to work **** its own.

And I can call myself a natural mage, of course, the level is not bad. "

He didn't say much. Of course, Hill could guess who the demigods the harpist would see were the bloodlines left by the gods in the form of saints on the land of Toril.

Although demigods can also be used, legendary wizards can easily kill them, just like the demigods of Trashir.

Lynn thought about it carefully, and quickly understood what Hill meant. Those were actually descendants of gods, not born demigods.

It's just that everyone is accustomed to calling a deity a demigod.

Lynn laughed: "You only make me feel like a mage at this time. But, you are actually a sorcerer? I really can't tell."

The undead will always show him so fast!

"Warlock is a natural profession, and mage is my part-time job." Hill could only answer with a smile.

Lynn took out a thick stack of paper from his space ring and handed it to Hill: "Warlocks are also divided into many kinds, and only the blood of gods like you can have this courage and part-time job.

This is the city plan that Corellon asked Lashriel to send. I don't understand. He doesn't seem to be ready to let the temples of other gods enter the new Aglaia city.

And ~www.readwn.com~ he didn't plan to build his own temple, he just planned to build a forest altar on the side of the forest for Lashriel to guard. "

Hill tilted his head: "What do you think of the undead?"

"Very hardworking! Although I like to make jokes, I work really hard, much better than the elves." Lynn praised, "Let the elves do so much work at once, and probably all will run away."

Hill blinked before reorganizing the language. He thought of the easiest way to alert an elf: "The followers of Ransendall are also very capable."

The satisfied smile on Lynn's face gradually disappeared.

"Did you not see the mission issued by the Ransendre disciples?" Hill asked softly, "Besides, he comes so frequently, you should have seen it!"

"No, I have been trying to imply that it is a big peacock." Lynn said flatly, "Miriel told me that the Lord of Dawn was doing something secretly recently to keep me away.

If you get involved, don't blame him for banishing me directly. "