Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Hill glanced at the undead on the march again, and took out his magic book.

They were moving as fast as possible, but countless demon trees that were absent waving thousands of branches blocked the path of the undead.

Fortunately, the two families sent out this time are Black Rose and Wenjian Tianxia Youth Tour. After being demonized, these big trees, whose trunks and branches were particularly strong, were fragile and vulnerable under the teeth of the wild boar army that opened the way.

As for Wenjian, because most of the animal partners are marine creatures, they can only rely on their own hands, but they have the blessing of Ransendre.

This person is really short-sighted, and he has always protected people who he identifies with meticulously.

The priests of the Church of Dawn, relying on the protection of their lord god, can traverse the Nether Mountains and the desert full of corrupted monsters, and enter the unrestored Mis Zhuonuo to build the tower of Dawn.

Not to mention that these ranks are also considered high-level undead in Toril. As long as the power of darkness is flooded, their attacks will bring the power of light blessed by the Lord of Dawn.

The wizards who asked the sword indifferently released the fireball with bright blessings.

But in fact, the most fearless thing about these undead people is that no matter how thick or terrifying the surrounding fog is, they have no feeling at all. For the undead people, except for the sight of the undead, they have no other feeling at all.

That kind of damage to the soul is of no use to them.

"They are setting fire..." Oberon pressed his face tightly against the crystal wall, extruding a strange shape, "Are these... really elves? They actually set fire in the highest forest!"

Hill turned his head slightly away, and he didn't know how to get back to Oberon's question.

Do the elves of Toril know that flames with bright blessings can burn these tree demons? Of course they know, but no elves can do it.

That is the soul of their ancestors for generations, and the psychological sustenance of all the elves of Toril.

Moreover, no one dares to bear the sin of burning a sacred forest, even if most of the trees have become devil's minions. After all, it is only temporary. As long as they are still alive, there is still the possibility of returning to normal, the world's will. In judgment, that is the harm to nature.

And as long as the gate of **** is closed, the possibility of these trees returning to normal is indeed very high, as long as the druid spends a few years of work.

Don't look at the gods to save these trees, but those who destroy them may be cursed by the gods related to nature.

Oberon looked back at Hill: "Even if you do, don't use power beyond the gods. It's best to control the spell power under the legendary spell."

Seeing Hill's puzzled face, Oberon smiled bitterly and said: "Your world must be very stable, the devil's hands are not stretched as long as Toril.

The gate of **** here in the Supreme Forest has existed for so long but has not been destroyed, not because of the incompetence of the gods, but the inability to do it.

The space here is very unstable. As long as the power is used to surpass the level of the gods, it will be shattered and broken. Moreover, the connection with the abyss is too deep, and it is difficult to completely seal it.

The demon lord can easily tear apart the cracks in space and invade the entire continent from here.

Speaking of it, this kind of thing is not once or twice, but it was beaten back by the coming of the gods.

The devil later also knew that beyond the level of the gods, it would be useless even if they came in, and the **** Toril could still kill them.

But the bottom demons, the gods can't waste their divine power unless they happen to meet them. "

Oberon looked at the demons constantly pouring out from below: "So for hundreds of years over the abyss, this place has almost been used as a training center before the **** battle. Suddenly there are so many demons, it must be the **** battle with hell. Up."

There are some things that the gods are absolutely unwilling to tell their believers, so Hill only understood it today.

For the gods of Toril, who rely heavily on faith, it is impossible to tell their believers that the reason why the gates of **** cannot be closed is not because they are unwilling, but because they cannot do it.

Hill's long-held doubts have finally been answered, why Corellon watched the demons raging in his biggest and most pious place of faith in Toril.

The shattered space of the Supreme Forest... It's normal for Rose to be so favored by the Bottomless Abyss.

Hill had something to do with the spider queen. Before the dark elves escaped into the ground, they almost overturned the High Forest.

AO has never cared about Toriel's own evil things, anyway, the devil didn't have the ability to completely rush into the whole world.

On the contrary, it was Corylon. If he made a move, it was very likely that the two-headed prince came across from the abyss. In that case, there would have been a gleam of vitality in the Supreme Forest, and even a little bit of scum would not be left behind.

Of course Hill understood Oberon's warning, so he sat on the sofa and looked at the gates of **** over there worrying.

He glanced at his magic book, scratched his head and retracted it. As long as he used this, the spell power would inevitably exceed level 35.

Oberon glanced at the gates of **** again, and patted the crystal wall in front of him again. It was so powerful that he had never thought of it. The aura of the abyss was clearly in front of him but did not intrude at all.

He has been standing in front of the crystal wall, intending to help Hill withstand the breath of the abyss. After all, he wants to come here. Although he can't use divine power, Oberon knows very well that his own power can't be attracted. Space fluctuations.

Since it was no longer needed, Oberon turned his head and walked to the sofa furthest from Hill to sit in a daze.

He said too much today, was a little tired, and didn't want to communicate with others anymore.

Hill raised his eyes and looked at Oberon, who was beginning to autistic again, and shook his head helplessly. Their faeries are really incompatible with most goblins. They are beautiful, not talkative, honest and reliable, and have a strong sense of responsibility. , I really don’t know why such a strange variant appeared in the little fairies, maybe because they are more exposed to small animals such as elk?

However, Vera did not resemble Oberon except that he talked a lot, and his other qualities were very similar to those of this father.

If she had the character of the goblin queen, Hill would never accept her.

Hill thought for a while, and first received a few artifacts in his hand into the pendant. He moved his body, a little uncomfortable with the feeling of sudden weakness.

Then he tried to form a water ball on the tip of his finger, slowly shrinking his mana.

Fortunately, his memory of practicing the fineness of spells is still there, otherwise Hill really doesn't know how to control the spell intensity to a level that is strong enough not to exceed the power of the gods.

No wonder no legendary mage and legendary archdruid have ever participated in the battle. Before the magic net had an accident, Toril's spell use was still based on great power and had not been studied as detailed.

The mages can control every point of their mana freely, thanks to Cyric’s shocking sword, the magic net is disordered, and the spell suddenly becomes another type is a trivial matter. I don’t know how many mages directly explode. Ended up.

Hill skillfully divided his mana into 100 equal parts, and then withdrew each part.

The last water polo he left was around level 27, and Hill still didn't want to take too much risk.

He slowly felt the mana required by this water polo, although he didn't have to shoot, but he still had to be prepared.

Hill looked at the undead who had rushed into the battlefield, and the wild boars had been put away.

For Black Rose, the pig's life is much more important than their own.

Although some piglets have no owners, they can live in their mother's pet space before they reach adulthood. William is sometimes really considerate and thoughtful.

It is probably the work experience accumulated in the past that made him very aware of the importance of pets: instead of letting those rescued entangled whether to live alone or die with pets that are regarded as parents and children, it is better to find a way to connect with pets earlier save.

Although this method does not intend to allow the undead to raise an animal partner to get a family, at least it gives them a buffer of time, and they are really reluctant. They have to be like "inch wisps", except for rabbits, only four are left. In the position of animal companions, both of them had tied their beloved pigs, exactly the same kind as the Duchess.

'Perfect Bald' also turned a blind eye to the behavior of'inch wisp' forcing relatives and friends around him to bind wild boars. After all, the offspring of the duchess are really strong~www.readwn.com~their black roses are anyway. It's the home of pigs, so many of the flathead brothers have been neglected, and it's useless to raise anything.

It's better to choose power directly. Do you think that Black Rose is still fighting for help now? It is common to win without fighting.

The ‘inch wisps’ is considered appropriate, at least the rabbit bit is left for them!

Besides, their family... how many other monsters are willing to sign a contract? The whole body smelled of pigs or flathead brothers. As soon as they arrived in Hill's valley, the other monsters basically avoided them.

I can only break the jar.

Although the final evaluation of the "Old Sanda King" who talked about it with Hill was that being bald is deceiving himself and others, and what is powerful is not strength, but taste.

But this little loli, who is bound to the flat-headed brother, actually doesn't feel much. Anyway, if she fights with "Cun Ling", the eldest brother will not talk about the second brother, and the mud and stinky attacks will always be the result of losing both sides.

The two of them have now put their anger only on the bickering, and the previous practice of fighting at every turn to confirm who was right and who was wrong had to give up temporarily.

The undead are very happy now. They like to fight this kind of group wars. Some time ago, when they were in Hill’s place, they were not addicted at all. Although they were not afraid of the corpses, they were very boring. Meat, the feeling of fierce fighting.

Old friends like the devil have fun!

The undead screamed, using various impact skills to enter the battlefield recklessly, frightening the guards of the major temples that were being defended.

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