Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 647 The Self-Deceiving Lynn

Hill remembered that Corellon didn't even seem to be planning to open a temple in the city.

He flipped through a few letters, only to find these letters, and he was just tentatively asking Hill if he needed help.

After he asks for help, there will be no more.

However, he felt that it would not be long before these tentative hands would be quickly withdrawn.

Especially after discovering how the people of Dawn Church and these 'Trasil elves' got along like their own brothers.

Lansander has always been very approachable, and he often goes to some imperial courts of the elves. Many elf nobles regard him as a life and death brother.

So Lansander wanted to make himself the main god's plan, and the believers of the elf gods actually participated in a lot.

After all, Toril is a world where multiple beliefs coexist. Just like Lynn, although he is a priest of Myril, he also believes in Corellon and another elf god.

Miller didn't care about that either.

Otherwise, the two elven empires would not die together, with a population of tens of millions or hundreds of millions.

Otherwise, why the elves and gods could only recognize themselves, and didn't bother Lansander at all.

Those elves also took the initiative to participate.

At that time, the elves had swelled to the point where they wanted to create their own independent god system. If Lansander was responsible for six points, those elf kings and nobles who wanted to become gods also accounted for the other four points.

Of course, fate also gave them a big slap.

The elves will be so weak that even the demons can't deal with it, it's all because of the sudden drop in population.

And it would be good for the elves and gods to keep their divine power at that time.

Especially some gods who are mainly based on faith have no time to care about others. Corellon reacted quickly and directly opened a new path for them in another world.

However, at that time, the elven gods who were almost betrayed by their own believers were not interested in saving those rebellious elves who wanted to be equal to them.

Yongju Island will become the current situation. In fact, it is a complicated relationship that has continued since the Dawn Disaster. Except for the attitude of the elf gods towards the elf queen, other members of the royal family actually don't care much.

Otherwise, with the care of the gods, the former elf king could not have been killed in the royal hall, which was the most heavily guarded place except the king's bedroom.

No matter how many 'Trasil Elf' there are, it is impossible for the elves and gods who have been bitten by a dog to join in the fun again.

Hill waited for these popes to write again, and swallowed all the words of temptation before.

Compared to these things, Hill, who was standing on the terrace watching, was more concerned about the fact that those undead who had received the rewards for the construction task had started to head south happily in groups.

This is going to deep water?Is Corellon so straightforward?

"Sir, Corellon and some gods of the good camp issued a mission to the undead: 'Thoroughly investigate the source of the plague poison'.

Corellon suggested that they start from the nearest Waterdeep City, mainly to investigate the current situation of the person who came here to dig treasure, and whether he is still alive. Liszt appeared behind Hill, "There are two more tasks that Corellon released separately: to meet the refugees and remains of Myth Drannor."

There are also Shade City arcanists who kill all evil camps. "

Hill turned his head suddenly: "No exceptions?"

"Corillon believes that those who are exceptional cannot stay on the continent of Faerun. Everyone knows that the next thing is the crazy revenge of the elves and goblins. People who have nothing to do with this matter should have left long ago." Liszt lowered his head and said.

"There is no news from Myth Drano. If any great arcanist really got it, others will definitely publicize the specific content. It is impossible for them to let someone profit alone.

What does Corellon know? ' Hill asked thoughtfully.

"It's not necessarily because I know the reason why the City of Shadows went mad, but I know it must be related to something about Myth Dronori. Moreover, in the current situation, anyone will guess that it may have something to do with the Nether Scroll.

These remnants from the era of Nether, the things that can make them sacrifice even the floating city are basically the same.

Nether scroll, and the relic of the archmage who killed the first goddess of magic. Liszt sighed, "Of course Corellon will have this kind of speculation, and he also issued a permanent acquisition task: he will acquire anything from Myth Drannor." "

Corellon's purpose is obvious, as long as you are unhappy, I am happy.

The arcane masters of the City of Shadows have been tossing there for so long, and they have killed more than half of the underground demons. Of course, they have also suffered heavy injuries.

Especially the dozen or so city lords, almost all of them were injured, but none of them left.

In fact, everyone on the continent of Faerun already guessed what they were looking for. If it weren't for the great mages in the City of Shadows who are best at shadow magic, thieves from all over the continent would have gathered there.

But even so, word from the Harper proves that many shadow masters in the city have disappeared.

For example, those who killed Vol'jin's favored ones in Silvermoon City.

After Hill took control of Mysuo, she deeply understood one thing. Even if Elastra gave up the position of Lord of Silvermoon, the control of Mysuo must still be in her hands.

Otherwise, the Silver Moon City Lord's subordinates wouldn't be messing around like headless chickens, trying to win over a new strong man when they saw a newcomer, and the methods were so clumsy.

And Alastriol, who sees everything in his eyes, is even less likely to hand over the power of Mysuo to such an immature heir.

If the masters of the mythos do not have enough self-control, it is easy to walk on the path of a tyrant. They want to know the little secrets in the dark, but it is too easy.

Now Hill is trying to make himself forget that he still has a magic lock in his hand, and he is very supportive of the residents moving to the back city.

If his curiosity surpassed his reason, Hill himself didn't know if he would be peeping.

He still hopes to keep that bit of character.

"Sir, Mr. Lynn is here." Liszt said softly, "He wants to discuss with you how to manage the newly built city."

"Please come in."

Hill returned to the desk, looked at Lynn who opened the door and smiled, "Find a place to sit yourself!"

He himself sat down comfortably, and then asked Lynn puzzled, "What else is there to ask? Of course, only elves are allowed to live in the city Corellon sent people to build.

It's good that humans stay at the port. "

Lynn glanced at the big sofa in front of the desk. Hill must have not only received a god, there was already a strange pressure on that sofa, and the feeling was a bit complicated.

Reluctantly, he found a chair next to him and sat down, and said with a wry smile, "Let's not talk about that, Hill, you just put this sofa here? With such a heavy pressure, do you think anyone would dare to sit on it?"

Hill hesitated for a moment before he suddenly realized that because he had the blessings of the land of Trasil, the sun and the silver moon, he actually didn't feel any mental pressure.

Moreover, he already has divinity, unless someone puts special pressure on him, Hill really cannot feel the coercion of ordinary divine power.

"Sorry, Lynn." Hill said with some embarrassment, "I just ignored it if I didn't feel it myself."

Lynn couldn't help but shook his head: "It's really stressful to be friends with you! It's so strange, you don't look like a natural demigod at all, but you seem to be a little stronger than the one I've seen."

"The real natural demigods should actually be the god of swordsingers, Taslin Varady, and the goddess of spells and runes, Arazlin Delana." Hill said with a smile, "The other so-called demigods Gods, in fact, are legendary powerhouses with no divinity, not real gods.

For such a demigod, one can only look at the professional level, even if one possesses divinity, one has to work hard on one's own.

And I can call myself a natural mage, of course the level is not bad. "

He didn't say much. Of course, Hill could guess who the demigods the harpist would meet were all the blood left by the gods in the form of saints on the land of Toril.

Although demigods can also be used, legendary mages can easily kill them, just like those demigod monsters in Trasil.

Lynn thought about it carefully, and soon understood what Hill meant. Those people could only be regarded as descendants of gods, not born demigods.

It's just that everyone has become accustomed to referring to beings with divinity as demigods.

Lynn laughed: "It's only at this time that you make me feel that you are really a mage. But, are you actually a warlock? I really can't see it."

The speed of the undead revealing his bottom is always so fast!
"Warlock is a natural profession, and mage is my part-time job." Hill could only answer with a smile.

Lynn took out a thick stack of papers from his space ring and handed it to Hill: "There are also many types of warlocks, and only people with the blood of gods like you have the confidence to work part-time.

This is the city plan that Corellon asked Lashriel to send. I don't understand. He doesn't seem to be planning to let the temples of other gods enter the new city of Aglea.

Moreover, he didn't plan to build his own temple, but just planned to build a forest altar in the forest and let Lashriel guard it. "

Hill tilted his head: "What do you think about the undead?"

"Very hardworking! Although I like to joke, I really work hard, much better than the elves." Lin En praised, "If the elves do so much work at once, they will probably run away."

Hill blinked before reorganizing the language. He thought of the easiest way to alert an elf: "The disciples of Lansander are also very capable."

The satisfied smile on Lynn's face gradually disappeared.

"Didn't you see the mission issued by the followers of Lansander?" Hill asked softly, "And, he came so frequently, you should have seen it!"

"No, I've been trying to hint to myself that it's a big peacock." Lynn said decisively, "Mirrill told me that the Lord of Dawn is doing something in the dark recently, so that I can stay away.

If you get involved, don't blame him for exiling me directly. "

(End of this chapter)