Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1752 Felice's Prison
Hill felt that there might have been one that made Styx feel useful, but he didn't trust it too much.

This is quite normal.

There are many guys of that type in Toril, just because they have a bottom line and are unwilling to do evil in other worlds, but they may have both cooperated with and dealt with devils.

Although the gods will also cooperate with such a guy, but for an existence like Styx, the judgment may be a little stricter.

When I have to, I will give him a flirtatious look, but if there are other opportunities, I will definitely not choose to cooperate with him.

But such people, although they sound special, there are actually quite a few Torils... Guys like the mad mage of Waterdeep City can't have a name among this group of people.

Not to mention the natives of Abel, some of them are quite willing to wander around the multiverse.

There are also some people who like to look for the footsteps of the protoss... So although there has never been much movement in the Toril-Aber universe, it is related, and there are actually quite a lot of new worlds that are indirectly controlled.

It's just that the mages don't want to take advantage of the gods... How did the Mulhorand pantheon come to Toril back then, and how did an extremely powerful mage empire be directly destroyed? Everyone knows it well, and it is very clear that pure The mage regime in the world cannot control the hearts of ordinary people to turn to the gods... because no one can ensure that all their subjects can become mages.

Without a fair soil, mortals will naturally have the desire to pray for the future.

In such a world, even if a mage can control it for thousands of years, there will always be gods born in response to the desire of ordinary human beings... No matter whether the newly appeared gods are from this world or not, they will quickly be in the hearts of human beings. Build up awe.

Desire is something that cannot be suppressed.

Unless these human beings... like devils... are turned into existences whose souls have been changed into half-puppets, why would a mage with this ability do such a laborious thing?
Won't they make some puppets themselves?

That's much easier than managing a group of half-humans... At least you don't have to think about their daily life, eating, drinking, and messing around.

Therefore, mages are never willing to completely control those worlds, but will secretly seize some resources.

Hill frowned and thought for a while, but couldn't think of any tricks.

A figure suddenly flashed in his mind... Then he quickly shook his head and denied it: that kind of absolutely neutral guy would only choose to stay away when he saw this world, how could he come in and ask for trouble?
Although he has deep feelings for Trasil, Dela Cruz is very unwilling to take responsibility.

It's not like Hill was thrown into this world directly, and he couldn't escape at all, so he chose to take risks.

If De La Cruz really found out that there was something wrong with the universe near Trasil, he would only choose to say hello to William, and then leave quickly to find the world he prefers in his heart.

He probably prefers places like Toril: Absolute neutrality, which is extremely rare in Trassil, is a lot of them in Toril.

Although Hill will not deny Dela Cruz's love for Trasil, he believes that after knowing who is standing behind Trasil's earth goddess, the neutral archmage will definitely not waste his time with Trasil. Energy to play the stealth game of intrigue in a world with little future.

Moreover, the danger is still quite large.

What Hill could see, De La Cruz could only see better.

So, even if you think about that person who has a very strong ability to hide... No matter whether it is the noble god and William on the human side, or the elf king on the elf side, including Rose's wax demon, they can't see clearly his reality... The mage president of ..., Hill still chose to shake his head in denial.

What kind of blow would it take to make an old tortoise that has persisted for tens of thousands of years suddenly become an envoy of justice!

Could it be that he was pressed to the ground by tens of millions of undead and given the kiss of justice?

Impossible to think about.

Hill still feels like an old silver coin from the world of Toril came in. The main purpose of the other party is not necessarily to help this world. It may have been at odds with the devil, so he came in and tried to make trouble for them. a mess.

All kinds of back and forth between the devil and the archmage, basically every world has similar jokes, so it is normal for them to give each other an unexpected surprise in an unexpected world.

But he may also be enjoying the moment when the world collapses.

Especially those archmages who can't find a way forward and always want to find some enlightenment in the universe. They like to observe the birth and destruction of a world.

Otherwise, they would not follow in the footsteps of Protoss.

Besides, the destruction of a world, whether it collapses completely or is pulled into hell or the abyss, will leave a lot of special and precious resources in place.

This is something rarer than a demiplane, and there is no aftermath after taking it away...except for the devil who may be dissatisfied because of it.

Generally speaking, the archmage who dared to do so would not care.

Hill pondered for a while, but decided not to look for traces of that person.

After all, their goals are likely to conflict.

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Russell slid quietly into the underpass.

Carpenter stood at the entrance of the ground floor, with a anxious expression on his face: she didn't want Russell to be the one who took the risk. After all, Felice was her own relative. It should be her own business.

But Russell, it is impossible to let her, who is still an apprentice, go to take risks.

Some protective magic circles in the underground passage will only protect him as the controller of the magic circle... and even if Russell agrees to let Carpenter become the lower-level controller, she is not qualified if she has not yet become a mage.

The little girl clenched her right hand into a fist, biting her slender index finger with her teeth with a complicated expression: Although she has been studying hard to read and persists every day, she has practiced a lot of spells and meditated, but she, indeed, is less than before. A sense of urgency to be chased by fate.

Russell's existence and Teacher Gilbert's protection gave her a breathing space... But at this moment, Carpenter finally understood that on the path of a mage, there is only no way to move forward, no temporary rest.

Russell was always anxious about her advancement, but did not dare to push too much, for fear that her unstable foundation would not be a reason for her to comfort herself.

Carpenter looked ahead intently: she must complete those homework within a month.

In fact, what she can do, being a little tired and suffering, is better than watching her brother take risks for herself, and not even qualified to follow her.

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Russell in the underground passage seemed to sense something, and couldn't help but look up.

Carpenter, perhaps stimulated?

Russell tilted his head, thinking about the fluctuations in his little sister's mental power, and the stable enough mana output every time he casts a spell, to make sure that even if Carpenter suddenly goes crazy studying, it won't cause any bad things After the result, I couldn't help shaking my head and smiling.

Because of past encounters, Carpenter is always not confident enough in his talent, so he always discounts his own limit judgment.

Let her fight for her life once, and she will understand how far she can go in the future.

It doesn't matter how many times people say that her talent is not bad, Carpenter has already rated herself... It is still more difficult to touch her heart if she said this because Russell always likes to praise her.

"Felice, are you still alive?" Russell, who finally found the secret room, knocked lightly on the hidden lines on the door... Among the apparently messy patterns, a wavy pattern suddenly lit up. Passed his words into the secret room, "Can I come in?"

"You don't need me to open the door, do you?" The room was silent for a few minutes before Felice's hoarse voice sounded low.

"It seems that you are not well..." Russell touched the wave pattern, slid down with his index finger, counted from one to five in his mind, and then quickly drew a circle with his finger.

Originally, it was almost integrated with the surrounding walls, except that there were some messy patterns... But in the underground secret passage, similar patterns will appear at a certain distance to cover up the real magic circle... The door suddenly slid into one side of the wall .

Russell walked in lightly.

The door slid back silently behind him.

Russell, who was standing by the door, was really surprised: "What's wrong with you?"

In the innermost part of the secret room, Felice was sealed in a hard ice block, with only one head exposed.

"You, how did you do this?"

(End of this chapter)