Broad World

After a few minutes of silence, Apodell was the first to come back to his senses, ran over excitedly and gave Henry a bear hug: "Damn! Dude! You really did something earth-shattering! Defeating the incarnation of the god, I completely Can't imagine how you did it, it's just crazy."

"Haha! I think we won't have to fight and kill enemies when we meet them in the future. I believe that as long as Henry's name is reported, the other party will be scared to death." Aimeng also cheered with his hands up.

"Hey! I've long wanted to find a god to hack and slash in my lifetime, but I have never had the chance. When you have time, you have to talk about the battle process, so that I can have a bottom line."

Undoubtedly, apart from "Bloodaxe" Korgan, there is no other person who can speak in such an air. Judging from those sparkling little eyes, he was definitely not joking, but really planned to find a god to practice his hands. I don't know how this guy's brain develops, but he doesn't even have any fear at all.

At the moment when everyone gathered together, Viconia suddenly stepped forward with a complicated expression, and bowed deeply: "Congratulations, your strength is finally strong enough to fight against the gods. Miss Lost asked me to take In other words, she wants you to reconsider that proposal."

"What proposal?!" After hearing this sentence, Jaheira immediately asked vigilantly. As a harpist, she obviously wouldn't allow a mortal with such great power as Henry to fall to the side of evil, because that would upset the delicate balance between good and evil, with potentially disastrous consequences.

"It's nothing, it's just that Shar, the goddess of the night, wanted to form an alliance with me to deal with Hall, the god of vengeance. But I refused." Henry told the truth without hesitation.

He doesn't plan to have too much contact with the gods yet. So prepare to use the power behind the Harper League. It is believed that Selun, the goddess of the moon, and Mystra, the mother of magic, heard the news. He will definitely take action to stop Shar's plot. In this way, it is impossible for the goddess who likes to play tricks to have the energy to find her own troubles for a long time.

Obviously, in terms of strategy, Henry is not weaker than those gods who like to plot intrigues. With equal intelligence on both sides, he is confident that he will not lose to anyone. After all, as a traveler, he can look at the world with a detached perspective, unlike those natives who have great limitations.

Just like using the hatred between the gods to get rid of Shar's entanglement this time, it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to think of it. Most people don't even dare to think about it. In their eyes, the gods are powerful, holy, and omnipotent. Even if they become stronger in the future, they always retain a trace of awe in their hearts. It can be said that this phenomenon is very common, even a lunatic like Sammaster, the leader of the dracolich, is no exception.

After learning of Henry's decision, Jasila finally breathed a sigh of relief and warned: "You have made the right choice. Don't be easily involved in the battle between the gods, otherwise you will find yourself I became more and more involuntary, and finally got stuck in the quagmire and couldn't extricate myself."

"Don't worry, I've always disliked troubles, especially those big troubles that will never come to fruition." After speaking, Henry showed a meaningful smile on his face. He turned to the dark elf priest who was waiting for an answer and said, "Please tell Miss Lost. I'm not interested in her proposal, please stop pestering her."

"Understood. I will convey this sentence to the goddess in its entirety." After Viconia finished speaking, she didn't make any movement. She just closed her eyes and prayed silently. It seemed that she was conveying some information.

Seeing that the two of them had finished this serious topic, Aimeng pointed to the large bloodstain on Henry's chest and asked with concern, "Where did this blood come from? Did you suffer some serious injury?"

"No, to be precise, I have died once. The warrior patron saint of the dark elves, Selvetam, launched a surprise attack when I was relaxed, and a sharp magic sword pierced the heart from behind. That's when left."

As soon as he talked about what happened, Henry couldn't help but feel scared for a while. As the saying goes, anyone who drowns can swim. He used to always think that he already knew fighters very well, and felt that the attack methods of this profession were too simple, and he only needed one or two spells to be immune to almost all physical attacks.

Although it is correct in theory, it is easy to go wrong in practice. After all, even simple incantations and gestures require a clear mind. This time, he was knocked to the ground first, and was pierced through the chest by a sword before he even regained consciousness.

"Selvetam? I've heard of this name. He is called the fighter of the Spider Goddess Rose. He is a very powerful demigod. It's unimaginable that you can fight against such an enemy and survive. " Solaufen explained the origin of this god to everyone in a rather emotional tone.

After all, as a demigod with little reputation, the holy name of Sylvetam was only circulated among a very small number of dark elf males, and residents living on the surface like Aberdare and Imen had never heard of it at all.

There are too many gods in Faerun Continent, and many of them have fallen before they can spread their teachings. In addition, there are ancient gods who often wake up from deep sleep. Even a knowledgeable mage can’t remember so many. , let alone most ordinary people.

Aimon's eyes widened in excitement, and he quickly took Henry's arm and begged, "Tell me about the situation at that time! What did the god look like? Is it like the book said, with a dazzling light all over his body?"

Henry touched the girl's hair with a smile and explained: "It's not that exaggerated. The appearance of Selvetam's incarnation is a huge black spider, only the head maintains the face of a dark elf male. The spider goddess Rose is a A very beautiful dark elf woman, as for the goddess of immortality and vengeance, Chia Wensari, who is possessed by Liroa, the eldest daughter of the Geralt family."

"Oh... my God! Boss, didn't you kill all three of them at once?!!!" The devil-born elf Feide was so shocked that he couldn't even speak.

She felt that this adventure journey was so exciting that it almost subverted her worldview. First, confront the powerful legendary mage, Joan Irenicus, in the Arcatraz. Followed by massacres in the undersea city of the sahuagin. Then enter the Underdark disguised as cruel and cunning dark elves. In the end, it led to the gods.

For ordinary adventurers, being able to experience any of these things and survive is worth bragging for a lifetime, but none of them fell behind, and there was no loss of staff from beginning to end, which can be described as a miracle.

"That's right, they were all killed by me, and the city of Ust-Nassar also completely collapsed and sank into the abyss. I announce now. This underground trip has come to a successful conclusion!" Henry said with a trace of a smile on his face. excited. He can finally relax now, and no longer have to worry about those enemies hidden in the dark.

"Haha! That's great! We should go to Joan Irenicas to settle the accounts." Aberdell also clenched his fists excitedly.

All of a sudden, the members of the adventure team became elated. If they weren't still underground, they probably couldn't help but start celebrating. They have been suppressed for too long, and they have maintained a high level of tension since they left the Arcatraz, and now they can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

A few minutes later, Adalon, who had been silent for a long time, slightly lowered his proud head and whispered: "Mighty human, you deserve any reward for what you have done. I am willing to use half of my gold coins and gems. Plus two A powerful magic item to express my gratitude. I wonder if you can accept it?"

have to say. The conditions given by this silver dragon are quite good, and it can be called a hemorrhage. Although the good dragon is easier to talk to than the evil dragon, the greedy habit engraved in the soul is still quite serious, and it just doesn't bother to use violence to snatch it.

Seeing the sincerity of the other party, Henry nodded with satisfaction: "Generally, there is no problem, but there is one more thing, I want a little of your blood."

"Yes." Adalon agreed to the request without even thinking about it.

She knew that spellcasters often used dragon's blood to perform rituals and make magic items, so she didn't ask much. You must know that many young metal dragons saved their first wealth by selling blood, which is not news among good dragons.

But it's a pity that although this silver dragon guessed the beginning, he didn't guess the end, otherwise he would definitely go crazy.

Henry is of course going to use it to make magic items, but this magic item is a bit special, that is, the human-skin armor obtained in the Askatla Bridge area. This evil armor can only exert its true power after being soaked in the blood of the silver dragon, so there is this additional condition.

After reaching a verbal agreement, Adalon scratched the corner of his mouth with his claws, drew some blood, and quickly cast a spell. In the blink of an eye, he changed from a majestic silver dragon to a mature human being. female. She directly took out a magic pocket and connected to her own demiplane, and instantly dumped a large amount of gold coins and gems on the ground, forming a hill in no time.

"Wow! It's the first time I've seen so many treasures, it's so exciting." Aimon stood by and danced and jumped up and down.

"If you like it, you can take it as much as you want, each of you has a share." Henry also took the dragon egg out of the dimension bag. He has gained enough from this underground trip, so he plans to distribute these to these teammates.

As soon as Aidalon saw the dragon egg, he couldn't wait to pounce on it, and gently stroked the shell exuding a faint brilliance. His expression was gentle like a mother holding a baby, and at the same time, he muttered to himself: " Bahamut bless you, my lovely child, you have finally returned safely."

"Ma'am, I suggest you be more careful in the future. This time Joan Irenicas even transformed a white dragon egg into a silver dragon egg in order to deceive the dark elves, and then let his men personally Sacrifice to the lesser demon lord. Just imagine what would happen if the plan is successful? Obviously, the unborn dragon inside will be infected by the power of the abyss, and even if it can barely break out of its shell, it will fall to the evil camp. "At this moment, Henry still hasn't forgotten to create some trouble for Joan Irenicus... (to be continued...)