Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 707 The undead who finally caught up with the big battlefield

Hill glanced at the undead who were marching in a hurry, and took out his magic book.

They were moving as fast as possible, but the ubiquitous devil tree waved thousands of branches to block the undead's way forward.

Fortunately, the two families who sent out this time were Black Rose and Asking Sword World Youth You.These big trees with particularly strong trunks and leaves after being demonized are fragile and vulnerable to the teeth of the wild boar army that opened the way.

As for Asking Sword, because most of the animal companions are sea creatures, they can only do it by themselves, but they have the blessing of Ransander.

This guy is really protecting his shortcomings, and he has always been meticulous in protecting the people he agrees with.

The priests of the Church of Dawn, relying on the protection of their main gods, were able to cross the Nether Mountains and the desert full of corrupted monsters, and entered Myth Draenor, which had not yet been restored, to build the Tower of Dawn.

Not to mention that these levels are also considered high-level undead in Toril. As long as they are in a place full of dark power, their attacks will bring the power of light blessed by the Lord of Dawn.

The mages who asked for swords released fireballs with bright blessings indifferently.

But in fact, the most fearless thing for these undead is that no matter how thick and terrifying the surrounding fog is, they have no feeling at all. For the undead, the breath of the abyss has no other senses except that their vision is a little affected.

That kind of damage to the soul is of no use to them.

"They're setting fire..." Auberon pressed his face tightly against the crystal wall, forming a strange shape, "Are these... are they really elves? They actually set fire to the High Forest!"

Hill turned his head away slightly, he didn't know how to return to Auberon's question.

Do the elves of Toril know that the flames blessed with light can burn these tree demons to death?Of course they knew, but no elf could.

It is the soul of their ancestors for generations, and it is the psychological sustenance of all the elves in Toril.

Moreover, no one dares to bear the sin of burning a sacred forest, even if most of the trees have become minions of the devil, after all, it is only temporary, as long as they are still alive, there is still the possibility of returning to normal, the will of the world In judgment, that is harm to nature.

And as long as the gates of hell are closed, the possibility of these trees returning to normal is indeed very high, as long as the druid spends a few years of work.

Even though there are no gods to save these trees, those who destroy them may be cursed by the gods related to nature.

Oberon looked back at Hill: "Even if you do it, don't use power beyond the gods. It is best to control the power of the spell under the legendary spell."

Seeing Hill's puzzled face, Oberon smiled wryly and said, "Your world must be very stable, the devil's hand doesn't extend as long as Toril's.

The gate of hell here in the highest forest has existed for so long but has not been destroyed. It is not because the gods are incompetent, but because they cannot do it.

The space here is very unstable. As long as the power used exceeds the level of the gods, it will shake and shatter. Moreover, it is already too deeply connected to the abyss, and it is difficult to completely seal it.

Demon lords can easily tear through space rifts and invade the entire continent from here.

Speaking of it, this kind of thing didn't happen once or twice, it was just beaten back by the coming of the gods.

The demons also knew later that it was useless even if they entered beyond the level of gods, and the gods of Toril still had the ability to kill them.

But the bottom demons, the gods can't waste their divine power unless they happen to meet. "

Oberon looked at the demons constantly pouring out from below: "So for hundreds of years on the other side of the abyss, this place has almost been regarded as an army training center before the bloody battle. With so many demons coming suddenly, it must be another bloody battle with hell. gone."

There are some things that the gods are absolutely unwilling to tell their followers, so Hill only figured it out today.

For the Toril gods who are very dependent on faith, it is impossible to tell their believers that the reason why the gates of hell cannot be closed is not because they are unwilling, but because they cannot.

What Hill had been wondering for a long time was finally answered, why Corellon watched the demons wreaking havoc on his largest and most devout place of worship in Toril.

In the broken space of the Supreme Forest...it's quite normal for Rose to be so favored by the Abyss.

After thinking about it, Hill also has something to do with this spider queen. Before the dark elves escaped underground, the highest forest was almost overturned by them.

AO never cared about Toril's own sinful things, anyway, the demons don't have the ability to completely rush into the whole world.

Instead, it was Corellon. If he made a move, it is very likely that the two-headed prince would come from the opposite side of the abyss.

Of course Hill understood Oberon's warning, so he sat on the sofa and looked at the gate of hell over there, worrying.

He glanced at his magic book, scratched his head and took it back. As long as he uses this, the spell power must exceed level 35.

Oberon glanced at the gates of hell again, and then patted the crystal wall in front of him. It was so powerful that he couldn't imagine it at all. The breath of the abyss was clearly in front of him, but it didn't invade at all.

He has been standing in front of the crystal wall, intending to help Hill resist the breath of the abyss. After all, he was the one who wanted to come here. Spatial fluctuations.

Since there was no need for it, Auberon turned his head and walked to the sofa farthest from Hill to sit in a daze.

He talked too much today, he was a little tired, and he didn't want to communicate with people anymore.

Hill looked up at Oberon, who had started to shut himself up again, and shook his head helplessly. Fairies like them are really incompatible with most goblins. They are beautiful, quiet, honest and reliable, and have a strong sense of responsibility. , I really don't know how such a strange mutation appeared in the goblins, maybe it's because they come into contact with more small animals like elk?
However, Vera is not like Auberon except that he talks too much, and his other qualities are still very similar to this father.

If she had the character of the goblin queen, Hill would never accept her.

Hill thought for a while, and put the few artifacts in his hand into the pendant first. He moved his body, a little uncomfortable with the feeling of suddenly weakening.

Then he tried to form a water ball on his fingertips, slowly shrinking his mana.

Fortunately, he still has the memory of practicing the fineness of spells before, otherwise Hill really doesn't know how to control the power of spells to a level that is strong enough but not beyond the power of the gods.

No wonder no legendary mages and legendary archdruids have ever participated in the battle. Before the magic net had an accident, Toril's spell use was still mainly powerful, and it was not as detailed as the research.

The wizards can control every ounce of their mana freely, thanks to Cyric's shocking sword, the magic net is disordered, and it is a trivial matter for the magic to suddenly change into another one. I don't know how many wizards directly explode nod.

Hill skillfully divided his mana into 100 shares, and then withdrew them one by one.

The last water polo he left was around level 27, and Hill still didn't want to take too much risk.

He slowly felt the mana needed for this water polo. Although he didn't have to make a shot, he still had to be prepared.

Hill looked at the undead who had rushed into the battlefield, and the wild boars had all been put away.

For Black Rose, the life of a pig is much more important than their own.

Although some piglets have no owners, they can live in their own mother's pet space before they reach adulthood. Sometimes William is really considerate and considerate.

It is probably because of the work experience accumulated in the past that he understands the importance of pets very well: instead of making those rescued entangled in whether to live alone or die with pets that are regarded as parents and children, it is better to find a way to connect with pets as soon as possible save.

Although this method does not intend to allow the undead to have a family by raising an animal companion, at least it gives them a buffer time. I really can’t bear it, so I have to be like 'inch thread', except for rabbits, there are only four. In the position of animal companions, the couple have all tied up their beloved piglets, exactly the same as the Duchess.

'Perfect Bald' also turned a blind eye to 'Inch Wisp''s behavior of forcing his relatives and friends to bind wild boars. After all, the descendants of the Duchess are really strong, and their Black Rose is already a pig's house anyway. Brother Pingtou has been neglected so much, it is useless to raise anything.

It's better to choose strength directly. Do you think that Black Rose is fighting gang wars now, does anyone dare to fight them?Victory without a fight is a common occurrence.

'Inch Wisp' is quite reasonable, at least the rabbit bit is reserved for them!

Besides, how many monsters in their family are willing to sign a contract?They smell like pigs or Brother Pingtou all over their bodies. When they arrived in Hill's valley, other monsters basically avoided them.

It can only be broken.

Although the "elderly sanda king" who talked about this with Hill made the final comment that the bald head is deceiving himself and others. What is strong is not strength, but taste.

But this little loli, who is also bound to Brother Pingtou, doesn't really feel anything. Anyway, if she fights with 'Inch Wisp', the elder brother doesn't say the second brother, the muddy mire and the stinky attack will always be the result of both sides' losses.

The two of them have now focused their anger only on bickering, and they can only give up temporarily the practice of fighting to confirm who is right and who is wrong.

The undead are very happy now. They like to fight this kind of group war. Some time ago, when they were at Hill's place, they didn't enjoy the fight at all. Although they were not afraid of those corpses, they were very boring to fight, and they didn't have that kind of punch at all. Meat, the feeling of fierce fighting.

Old friends like devils are fun!
The undead screamed 'Aww', and simply used various impact skills to enter the battlefield, scaring the guards of the major temples who were defending.

(End of this chapter)