Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Hill looked at the undead who were marching in a hurry, and took out his magic book.

They were traveling as fast as possible, but countless absent demon trees blocked the path of the undead with thousands of branches.

Fortunately, the two families sent out this time were Black Rose and Wenjian Tianxia Young You. These big trees, whose trunks and leaves are particularly strong after being demonized, are vulnerable to the teeth of the wild boar legions that are opening the way.

As for Wenjian, because most of the animal companions are marine creatures, they can only do it on their own, but they have Lansander's blessing.

This person is a real protector, and he always protects the people he identifies with in every possible way.

The priests of the Church of the Dawn, relying on the protection of their main gods, were able to cross the Nese Mountains and the desert full of corrupted monsters, and enter the unrestored Myth Drannor to build the Tower of the Dawn.

Not to mention that these undead are considered high-level in Toril. As long as they are in a place filled with dark power, their attacks will bring the power of light blessed by the Lord of the Dawn.

The mages who asked the sword did not care and released the fireballs with bright blessings.

But in fact, the most fearless thing about these undead is that no matter how thick and terrifying the surrounding fog is, they have no feeling at all. For the undead, except for the slight impact on their vision, the abyssal breath has no other feelings 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 and squeezed out a strange shape. "Are these...really elves? They actually set fire in the Supreme Forest!"

Hill turned his head away slightly, not knowing how to return to Oberon's question.

Do the elves of Toril know that the fire with the blessing of light can burn these tree demons to death? Of course they knew, but no elf could do it.

That is where the souls of their ancestors lie, and is the psychological sustenance of all the elves in Toril.

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

And as long as the door to hell 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.

Although no gods have intervened to save these trees, those who destroy them may be cursed by the gods related to nature.

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

Looking at Hill's puzzled face, Oberon smiled bitterly and said: "Your world must be very stable, the devil's hand does not stretch as long as Toril.

The Gate to Hell here in the Supreme Forest has existed for so long but has not been destroyed. It is not because the gods are incompetent, but because they cannot do it.

The space here is very unstable. As long as the power used exceeds the level of gods, it will shake and shatter. Moreover, it is already connected to the abyss too deeply, and it is difficult to completely seal it.

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

Speaking of which, this kind of thing didn't happen once or twice. It was just beaten back by the coming of the gods.

The demons also later learned that beyond the level of gods, it would be useless even if they came in. The god Toril was still capable of killing them.

But the underlying demons and gods cannot waste their divine power unless they happen to encounter them. "

Oberon looked at the demons pouring out from below: "So for hundreds of years, the other side of the abyss has almost used this place as a training ground before the bloody battle. Suddenly so many demons came, it must mean that the bloody battle with hell is about to start again. ”

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

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

Hill's long-standing questions were finally answered, why Corellon watched the demons wreak havoc on his largest and most devout place of worship in Toril.

In the broken space of the Supreme Forest... it is quite normal for Rose to be so favored by the Abyss.

Hill thought about it and it was related to the Spider Queen. Before the dark elves escaped underground, the Supreme Forest was almost overturned by them.

AO never paid attention to Toril's own sins. Anyway, the devil didn't have the ability to completely rush into the whole world.

Instead, it was Corellon. If he took action, it was very likely that the two-headed prince coming across the abyss would be the two-headed prince. In that case, there would not even be any scum left in the Supreme Forest, which originally still had a glimmer of hope.

Of course Hill understood Oberon's warning, so he sat on the sofa and looked at the Gate of Hell over there and worried.

He glanced at his magic book, scratched his head and put it away. As long as he used this, the spell strength would definitely exceed level 35.

Oberon glanced at the Gate of Hell a few more times, and then patted the crystal wall in front of him. It was so powerful that he had never imagined. The aura of the abyss was clearly right in front of him, but it did not invade at all.

He had been standing in front of the crystal wall, intending to help Hill resist the aura of the abyss. After all, he wanted to come here. Although he could not use divine power, Oberon knew very well that his little power would never attract anyone. Space fluctuations.

Since there was no need for it, Oberon turned around and walked to the sofa farthest from Hill to sit in a daze.

He talked too much today and was a little tired and didn't want to communicate with anyone anymore.

Hill looked up at Oberon, who was starting to shut up again, and shook his head helplessly. Fairies like them are really incompatible with most goblins. They are beautiful, don't like to talk, are honest, reliable, and have a strong sense of responsibility. , I really don’t know how such a strange variant appeared among the goblins. Maybe it’s because they are more exposed to small animals such as elk?

However, except for the fact that Vera is not like Oberon because she talks a lot, her other qualities are still very similar to her father's.

If she had the character of the Goblin Queen, Hill would never accept her.

Hill thought for a while, and first put 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 magic power.

Fortunately, his memory of practicing the precision of spells in the past was still there, otherwise Hill really didn't know how to control the intensity of the spell to a level that was strong enough but not beyond the power of the gods.

No wonder no legendary mage or legendary archdruid has ever participated in the battle. Before anything happened to the magic network, Toriel's spells were still mainly powerful and were not studied in such detail.

The mages can control every bit of their magic power, thanks to Sirik's shocking sword. The magic network is disordered, and the magic suddenly changes to another type. It's a trivial matter. I don't know how many mages directly exploded. Headed.

Hill skillfully divided his mana into 100 equal parts, and then moved down one by one.

The last water polo he left behind was probably around level 27, and Hill still didn't want to take too many risks.

He slowly felt the mana required by this water polo. Although he did not necessarily have to take action, he still had to be prepared.

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

For Black Rose, pig lives are much more important than their own.

Although some piglets don't have owners yet, they can live in their mother's pet space before they reach adulthood. William is really considerate and thoughtful sometimes.

It is probably because of his previous work experience that he understands the importance of pets very well: instead of letting those rescued people struggle with whether to live alone or die with the pets they regard as their own children, it is better to find a way to keep their pets together early. save.

Although this method does not intend to allow the undead to have a family by raising an animal companion, it at least gives them a buffer of time. If they really can't bear to part with it, they have to be like 'Cunlu', where there are only four left except the rabbit. In place of their animal companions, the couple had already tied up their beloved piglets, which were exactly the same as the Duchess.

'Perfect Bald' also turned a blind eye to 'Cunlu''s behavior of forcing his relatives and friends to bind wild boars. After all, the descendants of the Duchess are really strong, and their Black Rose is already a pig family anyway. So many flat-headed brothers have been neglected, and it is useless to raise them.

It's better to choose power directly. Do you think anyone would dare to fight Black Rose now that they are fighting gangs? It is common to win without fighting.

‘Cunlu’ is quite sensible, at least the rabbit bit is left for them!

Besides, how many monsters in their family are willing to sign a contract? They smelled either of pigs or of flat-headed brothers. Once they arrived in Hill's Valley, other monsters basically avoided them.

I can only break the jar and throw it away.

Although the 'elderly Sanda King' who talked to Hill about this matter finally commented that the bald man was just deceiving himself and others. What is powerful is not the strength, but the taste.

But this little loli who is also bound to Brother Flathead actually doesn't feel anything. Anyway, if she fights with 'Cunlu', the eldest brother will not talk about the second brother, and the quagmire and stinky attack will always be a lose-lose outcome.

Both of them have now focused their anger solely on bickering. The previous practice of constantly fighting to determine who was right and who was wrong can only be given up temporarily.

The undead are very happy now. They like to fight this kind of group war. The fighting at Hill's place some time ago was not satisfying at all. Although they were not afraid of those corpses, the fighting was very boring and there was no punch at all. Meat, the feeling of fierce fighting.

Only old friends like the devil have fun!

The undead shouted "Aoao" and simply used various impact skills to rush into the battlefield, scaring the major temple guards who were defending.