Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 614 The End of the Black Rod Kelben (addition to Qin Feng abc)
Hill, like everyone else, stared at Aglaia who seemed to be communicating with the law of the sea.

He was a little worried that the origin of Toril was not individual threads like Trasil, but a huge net, and the law of the sea was one or even several threads woven into this net.

Aglaia, some of her divine power should have landed on that net by now.

He said as calmly as possible: "Aglaia, pay attention to your divine power. When passing Toril's magic net, try to go to the edge position, and be careful not to come into contact with other laws.

You can't compete with Toril's more powerful gods for the authority of the magic net yet, it's better to avoid it. "

Especially away from the mess in the middle!
Otherwise, who knows if Mystra's divine power will be involved when the magic net reorganizes after the fall of Mystra?

Aglaia in Toril is just a clone, and she is too far away, so it is logically difficult to reach this point.

However, although the star gate was destroyed back then, the connection that was established still exists.

However, the destruction of the star gate caused a big explosion, and the star road will be turbulent for a period of time. It is not so easy to establish a stable channel again.

But when Aglaia stabilized his divine power, he was still a little worse than Toril's god.

Hill's memory of Mystra's destruction was not very deep.

Not many people like to read that part of the story.

But he remembered that many gods were unlucky because of their close relationship with Mystra.

The only good thing about that incident was that the two original goddesses took it away. Yinyue Su Lun returned to the powerful divine power, and Shar, the daughter of the night, was extremely satisfied with the plane she lived in and the Shadow Demon Net.

The other gods can only worry about it.

Including Cyric who did it, there was no benefit at all, and he was locked up directly.

Aglaia looked up, and the light in the water-blue eyes seemed to be surging like waves.

She replied in a daze: "Okay, Papa Hill, we got it."

It took a few minutes for Aglaia's eyes to recover, and the law of the sea left her.

"Papa Hill!" She said very happily, "All the sea rights in Talos have been handed over to me, and there is still a little bit in Ambowry. She created the shark people, and the belief cannot be broken.

Unless we exterminate this race.

But I refuse to make the Sharkmen a target for killing.

Our purpose is just to gain a foothold in Faerun, right?dad?

I always remember, as long as the territory is safe here!
My goal is not to let the oceans of this world belong to me completely. "

Seeing Aglaia who was not tempted by that absolute power, Hill nodded with a smile. The biggest advantage of Aglaia is that she is absolutely not greedy.

The Toril universe is really a world where it is easy to completely tie foreign gods to one's chariot, and then never leave.

If Aglea really becomes Toril's sea god, her power will definitely become extremely powerful, but from then on, she will also become a puppet on the slate of fate.

Hill is absolutely unwilling to have this kind of ending for his beloved daughter.

A little connection is enough, just like the world tree gods, although there are inheritances in this world, but they are just a little side.

At least when making a decision, whether it is right or wrong, it is up to you to decide, and you will not be affected by that broken stone.

Hill looked at Aglea with great agreement: "Of course, we only chose to establish a connection with the world of Toril in order not to waste the power of this clone.

It's good to do this, there is no need to kill them all.

Umberrie... as long as she doesn't come to make trouble, we certainly don't have to go to her.

She can no longer cause us any trouble. As an outsider, it is better not to kill them all.

Aglaia, you are really getting more and more stable! "

Hill felt a little helpless, wondering if Umberli, who had lost most of his strength, could survive the calculations of his enemies and successfully transform into the shark-man god.

Hearing Hill's compliment, Aglaia smiled brightly: "Of course! I'm the child who most resembles Hill's father! Hehehe!"

Hill couldn't help but sighed.

Of course he knew who Aglea was comparing himself with.

Alice must have done something nice again to let Aglaia know.

When Aglaia and Ontology contacted occasionally, they probably exchanged a lot of gossip.

But no matter what Alice is doing now, at least her life will not be in danger, and she is still in a world with the undead, so her safety is guaranteed.

After all, she couldn't possibly have more fun than the undead.

At most, something else will come out, as long as the person is okay, Hill doesn't want to ask anymore.

Hill has actually realized that Alice's nature is also chaotic. If one day she completely gives up her identity as the spirit of nature, she will be thankful for being able to keep her kindness.

Alice is actually a bit indifferent.

Her nature is actually similar to that of a cat, with a hint of ferocity tightly hidden under her kindness and cuteness.

It's just that with the backing, Alice is actually more willing to lie flat and live by being cute.

On the contrary, Aglaia, her heart is actually kinder.She can see the suffering of ordinary people and is willing to help.

Seeing Aglaia's vigilant eyes, Hill waved his hands helplessly and laughed.

Just keep eating and don't say anything.

Hill's territory finally gained temporary tranquility, and Kelben's attention could not always be on his side.

And so many real enemies have come to Waterdeep to await his end!
People who are well-informed probably understand that this is Kelben's last carnival.

Hill took this opportunity to go to a farm outside Silvermoon City, took back the crops that the puppets had piled up in the warehouse, and released some chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep, allowing them to grow freely in the farm.

Hill checked the defense of the farm and found that someone had indeed tried to enter the farm while he was away.

Whether they wanted to steal or do other things, these thieves ended up being thrown into the magic circle for garbage disposal by puppets.

Hill also didn't expect that his puppets would deal with these intruders killed by the magic circle in this way.

But the magic circle, which is hot enough to melt steel, is really suitable for destroying corpses and eradicating traces.

Without blinking, Hill replenished the magic circle that was consumed a bit, and put some crystals in the small storage box on the puppet by the way.

If they really encountered a big enemy, the puppets would warn Hill.

When even these crystals are consumed, he should be able to arrive in time.

It was too late, the puppets turned themselves into balls, hid in the depths of the ground without any other entrance along a pipeline that could be completely destroyed, and waited for Hill to get them out.

For Hill, everything else is forgivable.

Hill did not enter Silvermoon City, but he also found that there seemed to be a gap in the once harmonious Silvermoon City.

In other words, the influx of a large number of outsiders from the Silvermoon Alliance caused quarrels in the peaceful Silvermoon City.

Hill looked at the elves and humans who were arguing from a distance, and the onlookers who had already appeared layered, and sighed softly.

When he was here last year, even if the people of Silvermoon City were watching the excitement, they were all mixed together.

Today, the elves stood next to the elves, the dwarves and dwarves stood together, and the humans stood in a few loose pieces. When they looked at each other, their eyes were not very harmonious.

It's just the Mystic that makes people unable to use mana and powerful skills at all, and the Supreme Lady Erastriol who sits high in the tower, and these undercurrents of chaos are firmly suppressed.

Hill knew that it was best not to go to any city in the short term.

If even Silvermoon City becomes like this, the North Land, and even the Faerun Continent, should now be dynamite packs that explode at a single touch.

He simply returned to his floating castle, and started squatting in the alchemy laboratory every day.

Compared to those messy things, Hill felt that he might as well study the magic ships in this world. As a person who doesn’t want to have too many crew members, he’d better combine the magic ships with the golems.

Spring has passed quickly, and early summer has come.

Hill's happy alchemy life can only come to an end in the violent fluctuations from the far east.

This mana fluctuation, which lasted for almost a day, finally came to an end in the silver flame that burned the sky.

The moment the silver fire ignited, there were not many people in the town, but there was a huge noise. Everyone was shouting, wanting to know what happened.

The low-level professionals of Faerun still stayed out of some news.

Hill stood on the terrace, watching the Harpers running frantically inside and outside the building: Kelben the Black Rod and Uriel, the silent Archmage, both fell in order to take down the city.

Hill is not interested in the follow-up of this city, his eyes are looking at the city of Waterdeep in the south, and now Kelben, his soul should have returned to that black staff.

I just don't know how many of these things he calculated can be accomplished.

Waterdeep City soon became chaotic.

Many people who had followed the mage lord abandoned the city without hesitation, and they planned to settle in the city that had been named 'Remansin'.

Waterdeep City has actually always been called the City of Glory, but Remansin means the City of Hidden Hope.

Kelben seems to really think that Remansin is his future, and he has not hesitated to abandon Waterdeep City where he used to live for many years.

Obviously he still needs the Black Rod Tower in Waterdeep City to protect his soul.

Hill really felt that the Tablet of Fate must have magnified the desire for power in Kelben's heart and eliminated part of his sanity.

Otherwise, if he had been so crazy before, no matter how casual the goddess of magic was, she would not have chosen him as a voter.

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　Push the book "Starting from the Ancient Scrolls of Taoism"

There are really few books in the same period as me.
　
(End of this chapter)