Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 664 There is a 'tiger' in the way

Hill was really moved.

As long as you wear this ring, you can go directly to the hall of Windsong Tower through any official portal.

Although the contents of the Tower of Windsong must have been removed by those ghosts, the tower is still there.

It hadn't completely fallen yet, and Hill wished he could take a look.

Moreover, some inheritances of warlocks rely on the tower instead of the books inside.

The purpose of the ghosts is the scroll of Nether, and now they are busy chasing and killing those who have gained something in it. It is impossible to have that time to smash the tower body into pieces. Hill feels that he can still gain something.

Whether it's the Grand Arcanist or Mystra, there are some things they don't understand at all. It's some knowledge passed down by the blood of the ancient elves.

What Hill has always wanted are these most basic and primitive inheritances.

In fact, he still wants to do something for the warlocks in Trasil. Now the warlocks in Trasil are actually masters of mages, but they don't know how to deal with their own blood.

Hill himself was very lucky to survive the initial blood riot, but not everyone was as lucky as him.

Because of the harsh living environment, the warlocks of Trasil are almost the most savage types of development of their bloodlines. The faster the growth rate, the better. Few people carefully study their own bloodlines.

In many cases, this kind of promotion is actually at the cost of damaging one's IQ. The higher the level, the more beast-like the mind is.

In the end, even some people with outstanding intelligence have no way to learn spells other than blood.

But obviously, as long as the intelligence is sufficient, a warlock can also work as a mage.

What Trashiel needs is a stable warlock promotion route, and he doesn't need to be very powerful.

Just like Toril, there are many warlocks who are more powerful than the mage profession, and they can freely choose their hobbies.

But in Trashiel it was simply impossible, with or without the aptitude.

Although Hill didn't like some of the style of Warlock Tower, he could actually understand why Warlocks couldn't trust any outsiders at all.

But Hill was different from them. He was a divine-born warlock after all, and he definitely couldn't feel a lot of pain.

If he was asked to take risks for these warlocks, Hill might not be able to do it yet, but if it was just something that could be done easily, he would still be willing to do something.

He was originally also interested in this Tower of Inheritance, the most powerful Toril warlock ever.

Hill put away the ring with a smile, and decided to wait until he returned to Aglaia City to see the latest situation, and then set off to have a look.

Let the spirit of the oak tree find a few puppets who are better at handling trivial matters, and hand over the remaining small wonders to them for classification, Hill rolled up his sleeves.

He already felt a lot of hostility from the cold wind, and he was familiar with the divine power there.

Hill really felt that there was something wrong with Woking's head, so he dared to come to his door!
Who gave her the courage?Ben?

Really fully cooperate with the god of tyranny, does Vol'jin want to become an evil camp?

As long as she dared to appear with Bane, a god who relied entirely on her faith, she would be abandoned by countless businessmen who didn't want to cause trouble.

Hill sneered and walked out of the cloud house, letting those little flower fairies hide in the flowers of Windmill Jasmine.

Windmill Jasmine watched for a while, and seeing the murderous look on Hill's face, she quickly hid inside the cloud house, hung it on the window with Lily of the Valley, and waited to watch the fun.

Both of them knew very well that Hill would walk out of this room, which meant that no matter what enemies came, they were not even in his eyes, and they were not even qualified to let Hill go all out to fight against the enemy. No.

Hill lowered his eyes and looked down at the place where the Spine of the World meets the Sword Coast. The rugged path has now been occupied by Vol'jin believers.

There are disgruntled caravans on both sides and adventurers who want to do something to these guys.

But these undercurrents all ended in front of a lady dressed in resplendent gold, even her boots were made of gold, not to mention the belt around her waist that seemed to be worn with gold coins.

This kind of dress, which is very similar to the statue of Goddess Wojin, made most people leave obediently.

Hill tilted his head, and under the churning waves of the Sea of ​​Swords, it turned out to be Amberley!
No wonder Vol'jin had the guts to come forward to intercept him, she actually teamed up with Umberley directly!

Hill suddenly felt that something was wrong. That guy in Ambowry looked ferocious, but in fact he was as timid as a mouse. Wojin didn't have the courage to give her the courage to deal with him directly.

Here in the Sword Sea, Aglea occupies most of the territory. Even though she doesn't work so hard to manage her beliefs, it is a good thing that many merchant ships who are doing normal things can't wait for it to be able to stop praying for Ambowry's safety.

In the temple of Aglea, the power of faith accumulated on the idol almost caught up with the entire Trasil.

It took her a lot of effort to create a cycle of utilization of faith in the spark of divine fire in the statue.

These beliefs have been turned into holy water and the power of protection for the sea of ​​swords by the dedicated gods.

Although Aglaia would not answer these prayers, she also performed the duties of a sea god normally. The section of Sword Sea from Waterdeep City to Luskan has never had abnormal weather or storms.

Everything is in accordance with the laws of nature, ebb and flow.

This is already a beauty that all merchant ships on the Sword Coast can't even dream of.

It was the ancient blue dragon that operated the waterway, and even went to the Temple of Aglaia to enshrine it once. She was annoyed to death by Amberly, who likes to make trouble.

Every time she had to fight the old man herself to beat back the kelp, it was really a waste of time for her to fall in love with the bed full of gold coins.

It was the first time that Hill and Aglaia really knew that there would be such a belief that disappeared so quickly, and even the priest of Amberley changed the letter directly.

Gurns in the past already knew that those gods were faked by devils, and many people couldn't change it immediately, so they could only be locked up in the alchemy hut and live in isolation from the world!

Therefore, it was discovered that Amberley, who had no intention of competing with her for other places immediately, would just hide away from Aglaia, rather than take the initiative to come to the door. Her strength was already weak to the limit.

If the avatar dies again, Amberley's Sea God priesthood will probably be completely lost. Hill doubts that she will really turn into a shark head.

After carefully observing the surrounding area, Hill wondered suspiciously, is it possible that the Frost Maiden is also going to make a move?

Shouldn't it?
For so long, this Frost Maiden has actually been avoiding Hill, she is very worried about the Ring of Winter in Hill's hand.

In fact, she always knew where the one she made was, but she would never look for it unless she had the opportunity to be promoted back to a medium-level divine power.

The Ring of Winter can only be used by good camps, and Aurul, who has fallen and downgraded, doesn't have the ability to absorb his original power at all.

She will never give Talos, the God of Storms who has been eyeing him, a chance to swallow her divine power.

In order not to meet Hill, the Frost Maiden did not cross the Spine of the World at Icewind Dale in the past two years, even during the extreme winter, which can best demonstrate her strength.

Hill didn't think Vol'jin would be able to dig her out.

Unless Talos himself came forward, which was impossible.

If Talos dared to step into Icewind Dale, Tempus, the god of battle, would rush to chop him.

He is silent now, just following the temper of the God of Battle, he will not bully the small with the big, as long as Volkin and the others do not do anything to harm his followers, he will not directly attack them.

Aurul has been so honest all these years. Seeing her disciples relying on killing chickens and sheep to complete their missions, it is all because she hopes that Tempus can look at these and continue to keep Talos out of the Northland.

She has a lot of barbarian female priests, all of whom believe in her so that she can go out to find food in winter.

Sometimes when her priests fight, it is very likely that the one who calls out is not Aurul, but Tempus, who has been used to calling since childhood.

Hill finally set his sights on the mountain.

He suspected that it was Malar, the god of hunting.

This guy hates nature gods very much, and of course he is willing to kill nature's darling.

If this is the case, Hill glanced at the demigod vines that had been lying on the roof of the cloud house.

Ever since she devoured that false god in Ferenriel, she has been so lazy and doesn't like to move.

But Hill knew how much she had benefited. The leaves that have grown recently are all golden, not to mention the flowers and the filaments under the flowers that can be pierced into a person's body.

Hill once tried to pluck a flower from her body, but it took a little effort.

That's because the killing vine didn't have any defense against Hill at all. He picked off a flower, and the vine asked if he wanted more.

He reckoned that unless it was a high-level fighter with a legendary weapon, other methods would not be able to move a single leaf of the killing vine.

Hill beckoned to her, and directly connected to her in the spiritual sea: "The false god you swallowed last time, the prototype may be below."

The flowers and leaves of the Killing Vine, which was lying lazily, suddenly stood up together. She was so interested in it!
After staying by Hill's side, she will not be able to devour the blood of monsters to advance, unless it is a guy without a long head who is actively looking for trouble.

But the higher the level of monsters, the less likely they are to cause trouble for Hill, and the killing vine felt that he could only rely on the natural force of Hill to wear it down.

It's actually quite good, she just likes to sleep and doesn't like to be disturbed.

But the harvest in the last world is so happy!

Swallowing such a powerful flesh and blood can still be blessed by nature, killing vines never dreamed of such a good thing!
When she did this before, she was always struck by lightning!
Killing Vine loves that big horse monkey!
She swam vigorously down the roof of the cloud roof and landed beside Hill.

Hill let the cloud house swing over the heads of these guys a few times, and found speechlessly that they didn't feel anything at all.

Dare to come out and intercept him?
The female knight in the red knight armor in the caravan next to her realized that something was wrong!
(End of this chapter)