Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Not to mention whether William has awakened his language talent, Hill, who is far away in Toril at the moment, is looking at the chaotic battle situation of the undead with some surprise.

The pirates of Luskan and even some adventurers did not cause any big trouble to the undead. The greatest damage was done by their own people.

During this period of time, he had also seen several battles between the undead in Waterdeep City. It was clear that they were still unable to attack ordinary people who were not from the evil camp!

Moreover, there is no chance of large-scale battles in the winding alleys of Waterdeep City, let alone among the gangs. It is estimated that there are only a few high-ranking people who can barely be regarded as professionals, and dozens of undead people can clear out a block. Gangster thug.

The battle in Waterdeep City has been going smoothly, so Hill didn't realize that the undead were now in a state where they could be burned to death by his own fireballs!

Hill couldn't help but gasped, staring wide-eyed at the unlucky guy who was directly hit on the back of the head by a series of fireballs... Fortunately, the priest pulled him back from the dangerous bloodline.

"Who the hell is so accurate? Is the crosshair pointed at my head? Ah! No, your crosshair is not even a decoration! The blind man is better than you!" The knight who turned around and cursed... the magic sword... Hill's face returned to normal. As a famous nigger from Black Rose, everything this guy encounters is normal.

Many Black Rose priests will hang up on him when they see him. After all, if only one person in a row is attacked, it will basically be him.

I don't know why, but the magic sword attracts hatred so much. Not only when fighting gangs, but even when fighting a wild beast, he gets hit the most.

It's a very suitable T. .

The knights standing next to him...the hands holding their shields were shaking, and they were obviously snickering.

Hill once heard the 'Old Sanda King' say that if a mage or priest is not flexible enough, it is best to follow behind the magic sword. The monster will definitely not be replaced before killing the magic sword.

In the past, Demon Sword didn't think there was any problem with this at all, and always claimed that he was the most perfect defensive knight.

But I probably won’t think so now…

Such an accurate series of fireballs...

It seems that the Black Rose's handicap faction has indeed been standing behind him... I guess they are used to it, but the magic sword's misfortune will become double?

Hill turned around and saw a confused Linn, and briefly explained the reason to him, but Linn still looked incredulous. As an elf, he had never been unable to understand this concept since he was a child.

Dynamic vision allows elves to shoot arrows without having to carefully aim. Hill is actually the same. Basically, he can just raise his hand to attack. Eyes and hands are not an adjective.

Moreover, here in Toril, if you don't even have the most basic qualities of this profession, you will die long ago, let alone being able to advance your profession level to such a high level.

Hill could only smile, and then sighed again about Laila's adaptability, she is really very powerful!

He did not show any fuss over the strange ailments of the undead, but took over the command calmly.

Laila on the giant screen was happily directing the undead to demolish the tower: she used her magic missiles as a baton, guiding the undead's legal profession to attack the nodes of the tower.

The disastrous defeat of the Arcane Brotherhood is imminent. It depends on whether they will resist to the end or use random magic objects to escape at the moment the magic tower collapses.

Stubborn resistance will inevitably lead to death. People in the northern continent are very aware of the habit of the Trasil elves to eliminate evil.

As for the space teleportation objects, the end may not be good after being used.

Now in Toril, even if the teleportation artifact was originally bound to a fixed location, it can only be determined randomly.

Dark mages who play with souls are basically hated by nature, and rarely have good luck.

So when the magic tower collapsed, even though she saw the gray light scattering, Laila did not intervene.

If she did it, the level of the spell she used would be too high, which would easily lead to problems.

She knew very well that the ending of these people would not be very good. There was no danger of the space here being unstable. Toril's random teleportation... falling into the dragon's mouth was a good thing.

And, most importantly, Laila looked around with a bit of confusion and found that the undead had no belief in chasing them to death... Although she also tried to cast some spells and shoot some arrows, that kind of trial was in vain. Look, It seemed like it was done casually, with no ability to counterattack.

She thought these Trasil would use space spells to directly trick these people to death!

Don't they have some space warlocks? Being able to awaken such a magic-like thing, the mages in the Black Tower are envious of it!

Having some space control ability, at least in today's Toril, is very practical. What mages... especially some academic mages need is a way to escape safely.

This is the first time that the dimensional gate has fallen off the altar... Laila herself is not used to it.

Laila definitely couldn't understand. The reason why the undead had no idea of ​​interception was because they didn't expect to do so.

The main thing is that they have long been accustomed to it. At the end of the fight, the BOSS suddenly escapes...if they are all killed, will they create a new BOSS in the future?

It is the habit of game companies to never stop evil. Although they really want to kill all enemies directly, it is normal for them that they cannot hit the enemies who are running away.

So when they saw those people who turned into light and fled, the undead didn't even bother to chase them.

The defeat of the Arcane Brotherhood means the end of the Battle of Luskan.

These dark mages have no apprentices at all, and Laila said that the things of the dark mages are filthy and not suitable for ordinary people to use.

For the undead, this means that no matter what they pick up, they can only be sold for a little gold, and the store may not accept it... They think that no matter how generous Hill is, he will not collect garbage. That little bear has always only liked nice one.

So Black Rose asked the priests to burn the sacred fire before cleaning up the broken tower.

The seemingly empty magic tower suddenly heard a terrible scream: it was the cry of pain from the souls that had been used as fuel for the magic tower for thousands of years. They were left with only resentment, and this resentment turned out to be... A means of defense for the Dark Mage.

The reason why there are no apprentices in the Dark Magic Tower is because these innocent souls exist and have no strength, so they might be swallowed up at any time.

Laila listened to those painful sounds with a miserable face, and could only hope that after being burned by the sacred fire, these poor souls could return to the River Styx.

As the most lively and active of the seven sisters in the North, Laila is actually the most curious and compassionate, but it is precisely because of this that she ended up being saved by Kelben.

Lyra's education since she was a child and her political thinking influenced by Kelben allowed her to understand why no one in the North would save Luskan and the nearby Mirabar dwarves.

But...witnessing with her own eyes what evil the Arcane Brotherhood had done after being left unchecked for thousands of years made her feel uneasy and guilty.

Laila closed her eyes gently, held the wand in her hand tightly, and then opened her eyes suddenly: just for these miserable mortals, Laila was willing to obey Hill of Aglaia City. The Archmage is the lord.

No matter why he let the Trasil elves occupy Luskan, at least... he did something that the North should have done a long time ago.

Laila looked back and realized that her place was the final part of the war, and other places were already preparing for the battlefield.

In fact, Luskan still has some neutral camps. As long as they did not resist, they were sent to an open space on the roadside by the undead. Most of them were actually Mirabar dwarves who were treated like slaves.

However, Laila tried her best to suppress her lips. The Red Dragon Trading Post, a chamber of commerce in the North that specialized in underground business, was also swiped by the Trasil elf as an enemy of Luskan.

She turned her head back to the magic tower and resisted the urge to continue looking there, lest some businessmen notice her and ask her to help intercede.

Although Alustriel and Kelben both told her that the underground trade, mainly human trafficking, could never be eliminated. All they could do was to control the hands of these people and not extend into their territory.

But Laila still hates these guys very much. She hopes that all of them will die...

However, the continent of Faerûn... just like her sister said, is a society full of compromise and balance.

Even the gods cannot ask everyone to be a good person, they can only ask those who believe in them to do so.

When Laila understood this truth for the first time, she almost lost her faith in the gods. It was Mystra who saved her at that time. That lady...may have many shortcomings, but she was still a respectable true god.

Laila's eyes dimmed slightly. Unfortunately, she was too confident in her own indispensability.

She lightly tapped her feet and cheered up. At least now...she Laila had done it. Although she was just a helper, at least she had done her part.

These alien Trasil elves are fearless and want nothing from this world, so they can do whatever they want.

From this period of contact, Laila has long discovered that the Trasil elves want fun, not money and power...

No, that's not it. They have another way of calculating gains and losses, but she can't understand it.

Just like those businessmen... they can't use the money in their pockets to open up the joints of the Trashir elves... It doesn't matter how much money they spend, the Trasir elves only look at their camp.

A smile appeared on the corner of Laila's mouth, detecting the evil light. It is estimated that no Paladin of Tire has seen so many.

She is very willing to build a new city of Luskan together with these interesting Trasil elves, so that the city can once again become the famous trade center of the North, and once again become the true City of Thousand Sails.