Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 678 Rose and Corellon
Hill suppressed his restless heart.

If it was in another world, he must be standing on the city wall now, instead of watching from a distance here.

Yet he dared not.

Out this time, Hill felt surrounded by a kind of terrible luck.

The whole world seems to revolve around him, as long as he wants to, wealth, glory and great strength are all within his reach.

If he was a traditional Toril mage, he would already be holding several high-level artifacts at this moment, and standing beside him was a beautiful and lovely little fairy princess who obeyed his orders.

Like Tyre back then?
Hill stood on the terrace, looking at the Temple of Tyr where the white light flowed.

He suddenly understood why Tire back then sacrificed his freedom and future for the justice in his heart.

The feeling that all wishes come true and the world is in your hands is too scary.

It's a pity that this is completely different from when he was in Trasil, the greater the benefit, the more his intuition will call the police.

In fact, Hill has always had a feeling that if he really became greedy for the scroll of Nether, he would definitely be able to follow the clues to track down the ghost prince who escaped with the treasure in Icewind Dale.

He is not completely unmoved, that represents the most powerful power and the most mysterious and comprehensive knowledge of a mage.

But Hill still had reason, and finally chose to turn back.

Maybe Hill just has the thinking of a mage, but he doesn't have the persistence of a mage, so even in the face of this powerful artifact that has made countless mages crazy, Hill can still see the crisis he brings.

Between true freedom and false power, Hill will always choose freedom.

But what if he doesn't have the strength to pass the blockade of the Woking Three Gods?

With those little flower fairies, Hill definitely can't go all out.

Hill also didn't know if he would choose to look back for the Nether Scroll and seek revenge after becoming stronger.

Selûne's madness soon had results, and the dark sky was torn into pieces by countless light blue moonlights.

Toril's sun seemed to suddenly grow bigger at this moment, and endless rays of light shone directly on it.

The Kirashar rose that occupied half of the sky changed from a bloom to a bud, and began to shrink rapidly.

A long silver arrow suddenly shot at him rapidly from above the city of Aglaia.

Seraphim Lashriel pulled away Amrashana on his back, but this long arrow that was bound to hit was blocked by a huge spider with a cold and beautiful female head.

The terrifying evil force told everyone who was coming.

Hill shook his head, and looked again in disbelief.

Is the benefit given by Barr so great?

Rose would appear in the sun, with one of Corellon's most powerful emissaries standing beside her.

In terms of combat effectiveness, the medium power of the elven gods can't compare to these two Seraph leaders. It's completely pointless for her to have just one avatar, right?

The Seraphs hate Rose the most, and she should know it herself.

Lashrael is still carrying Corellon's artifact longbow!
Sure enough, that Seraphim sneered and drew his bow one after another, not caring about the consumption of his divine power at all.

Lashriel was a little too excited, so he might have to dissipate on the main plane because his divine power was exhausted.

Of course, Hill understands that the Seraphs hate Rose very much. You know, they used to have three archangels, but the most powerful one, the former leader of the Seraphs, Marchey Kidd, because Rose has become an abyss the devil.

Although Corellon is not without responsibility, but as the most loyal follower of the father of elves, Seraphim can't complain about him, so he can only cast endless hatred on Lolth, their original mistress.

Rose's goal is Lashriel, right?

She wants to do something in Toril, so must this envoy be let go?
Once Lashriel dissipates from here, it will be six months before the next reappearance, and Toril is not a place where God descends casually.

Hill looked at the east quietly, and Rose had a cold smile on her face. She released a 10-meter-long net chain from her abdomen, and all the long arrows were caught by her net.

The provocation on Rose's face was very obvious, but Hill didn't care at all.

Rose...was a little out of touch.

Corellon, the nearest source of happiness is the city of Aglaia. He really doesn't have any fluctuations in coming, because since the day Aglaia was built, and the elves and gods came to bless him again, he hasn't left.

Otherwise, Hill wouldn't have slipped out to play so simply. He really didn't think anyone could destroy the city under Corellon's protection.

When the black rose was falling, a beautiful and white hand gently caught him.

Rose, who turned her head suddenly amid a scream of 'no', yelled in despair: "Corillon! Why are you here?"

Suddenly a falling meteor appeared in the sky, like a tear from the sky.

It was a rare outburst of anger from the usually gentle and graceful father of the elves.

"Aroshi... no, I'll call you Rose." He said with a hint of melancholy, "I don't know what you want to do, but just bankrupt every one of your plans.

I will keep an eye on you.

You better understand that all conspiracies and tricks will only turn into bubbles in the end.

You don't have that ability, be honest!

Don't... come to the ground again. "

A terrifying sword light suddenly appeared, and the thrown Qila Shaer rose was directly shattered into streaks of black light, and completely disappeared under the sunlight.

Corellon is the most powerful sword master in the world.

"No! Ah! Damn it!" Rose accidentally let Lashriel, who had been persevering, shoot her through the chest.

She didn't intend to fight desperately. When she saw Corellon, Rose knew that her calculation had failed.

Her spider body exploded suddenly: "Corellon, don't think that I will always lose! I will show you what the Lash of the Abyss is!"

Corellon ignored Rose's cry of failure at all, and just looked up at Lashriel on the city wall. Of course, he understood why his messenger went crazy.

Waving a wave of divine power, Lashriel, whose body had become illusory, solidified again, Corellon's figure disappeared on the battlefield.

However, Hill sighed. He thought that Corellon would go back to the Kingdom of God sadly after meeting this ex-wife who reminded him very sad.

In the end, he went back to the alchemy hall.

That kind of huge screen that can be connected to the tablet of the undead, only there is one.

After all, this is the product of the divine power of the God of Time and Space. If he does not come to Toril, it will not be possible to appear in other places except where the artifact is.

Corellon, who has always liked to observe the lives of mortals, has been fascinated by the giant screen recently.

His hobbies... are very similar to those of the undead.

The first time Lashriel recovered, he continued to pull the longbow without any hesitation, and directly shot and killed the dark elf priestess who was abandoned by Rose because of the damage to the Qila Shaer rose.

That should also be the mistress of a family. I don't know how much effort and injustice I have made to get to the position where I can hold the artifact given by Rose.

But once she is abandoned, her family may not be able to continue to exist.

That's why the alluring and beautiful dark elf just kept his head down and didn't intend to struggle at all, and was completely shattered under the long arrow.

Death in battle was her last resort to save her family.

But the family that lost the favor of the Spider Queen, even if Rose didn't directly eradicate them, the other dark elf families would not let go of them who had received countless benefits. This is the way of survival in the Underdark.

Either keep winning, or die without a place to die.

Hill didn't sympathize with her. Every female dark elf who could be loved by Rose had countless blood on her hands. For the cold-blooded and cruel women, death was already the best result of failure.

At least it won't be made into a shadow spider, and it can only watch the madness of its own body soberly in the eternal ugliness.

When the sun shone into the darkness, Su Lun had turned into a silver light again.

Some of the undead seemed to have received her task, and reburied the corpses of those believers who had been lying down in the outermost edge of the forest in a place with a decent view.

The paladins of Tyre also seemed to besiege their former companions together and summoned Tyre's coming. After discussing for a while, they decided to be neighbors with the disciples of Suren, although they were separated by 1000 meters.

Hill found out the map and calculated it carefully.

It's okay, that place is 20 kilometers away from the city of Aglaia, and it's in the northeast of the forest, so it doesn't have much impact on their side.

Even if the city of Aglaia is to expand in the future, it will not go there.

I just don't know how the wood elf druids in the green forest feel. They definitely don't care about the elf cemetery, but the humans also make neighbors with them.

However, the two who did it are not existences they can protest against.

Hill estimated that they would only move to the forest on the half of Aglaia City in the end.

Hill pinched the bridge of his nose, watching the priests and paladins of the undead began to release a large amount of holy fire, allowing the undead to enter an eternal rest.

This proves that the dark blockade brought by the Chira Shar rose has been completely removed.

He understood why the Commander asked priests and paladins to release holy fire instead of holy rain.

Only in this way can the wilderness not become a mass grave.

But setting it on fire is a bit too inhumane. After all, it is not only a cemetery from a hundred years ago, but also many city cemeteries, but the city of Aglaia has no such sacred and great will to wait for their relatives to collect the corpses.

At least the holy fire can guarantee the liberation of the souls of those who are killed by necromancers along the way.

No matter which god they believed in before, all the teachings emphasized that the soul is more important than the body, and this approach can always be justified.

This final finishing battle lasted for three days and three nights.

Golden flames burned throughout the sky, and the city of Aglaia could hardly feel the night coming.

　Marche Kidd was one of the three Seraphs who served Corellon Larethian, and was later given to Aroshi by Corellon.Lured by Aluoshi, he betrayed Corellon and fell.

In hell he quickly established himself as one of the princes of hell, but about thousands of years ago, he was cast out for causing the disgust of Asmodeus and became a yugoloth lord.

Marche Kidd is a shrewd, hateful, amazingly patient, and incredibly powerful fiend.He absolutely despises Rose and her drow, blaming Aroshi for his own depravity.Similarly, he hated and feared Corellon, because at that time, he thought that Corellon would show mercy to him, but in the end he was thrown into hell from the kingdom of Avandor.Because Lolth and Corellon Larethian were within his reach, Marchekid reserved his hatred for their mortal followers, the surface elves and drow.

He has repeatedly instigated and induced a series of troubles and disasters among the surface and underground elves, such as the war between the sun elf empire and other elf kingdoms, the fall of the city of Myth Draenor, and so on.

This mighty demon stands over 3 meters tall.Its skin was white as marble, and its great wings were shed with worn gray feathers.Its hands and feet were ashen as scaled claws; behind it a long, unkempt mane hung down its back.This creature has a noble and handsome humanoid face, but its eyes are cold black spots, and a huge and complex symbol is imprinted on its face.On the branded wound, the dirty blood gathered into a trickle.

　
(End of this chapter)