Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 763 Chaos in the world of Toril
Kiel died a terrible death.

After the undead rushed to that place and found that the dozens of corpses controlled by him, a demon believer, were almost all young children, they went crazy.

They won't forget the 'necrophilia, pedophile' that Hill specially marked on this guy.

Even in an interstellar society where most of the death penalty has been abolished, this is still an unforgivable crime.

And they can't see such a terrible scene, so they have no scruples when they start their hands.

In the end, the elf city guards who took the holy water to clean up the mess vomited and couldn't eat for half a month.

Hill couldn't even imagine a situation that could make these elves, who were more experienced than Hill, unbearable.

He absolutely couldn't run to listen to the city guards who were on duty that day like those curious elves who vomited and narrated in detail.

So he just entrusted Lynn to send them the highest holy water, plus the purest spirit wine.

Anyway, although they look a bit miserable, they have a sense of pride.

Corellon was delighted.

Because of the undead's overly aggressive behavior, Demogorgon was actually slow for a second when he took back Qier's soul.

Then he was cut off by Tom, the god of loyalty.

Qier's soul was directly glued to the crystal wall.

Toril's deceitful wall of unbelievers, since the former god of death, Melkor, has completely fallen, basically no one can hang it... If there is, the gods will probably go to watch this spectacle.

No, even demons and demons would give up the bloody battle and visit such a rare existence in the past.

After the wall was built, Melkor himself didn't use it much. It seemed that he only hanged some guys who cursed him, and they were from the evil camp, and then no one went up it.

To put it bluntly, Melkor was out of selfishness and wanted to make some enemies.

When he falls, then the real atheists will go to the wall.

In Toril, a place where one can qualify as a believer in God without being able to shit and swear loudly. Those who can meet the standard are probably not anti-social or even completely self-denying people. Such abnormalities are rare even in Toril. , at least not for 1000 years.

Otherwise, Kelanvor, the successor of Death God, would not have always felt that the people above were not worthy of death, and had always wanted to tear down that wall directly.

What really exists and makes the evil ones frightened is the wandering crystal wall that makes the evil soul with Tom's emblem engraved on his hand completely lose his sanity, can only sing weird songs forever, and can never stop walking.

The evil spirits that enter there can only escape from it if they are completely burned to waste.

Qier's ending made everyone who knew the meaning of Crystal Wall very happy. Tom probably had never been praised by so many people in his life.

It was the perfect ending to this war.

The reason why Corellon is willing to end this tug-of-war is because the spring in the Northland is coming, and the major temples in Faerun have begun to lose people.

It can't be said that it can't be caught, but that the people behind are all big shots, and they must have enough evidence to do it.

The tug of war is already on their side.

And because the winter is too long, the spring in the Northland is very short. If you want to plant trees, you must hurry up.

Otherwise, the father of elves really doesn't mind if the two-headed baboons find the souls of the undead, where even the will of the abyss will have to be abolished.

He just saw a little bit from a distance, and he felt terrible.

Corellon has seen many terrifying universes. Some universes form black holes that can devour all the power close to it at a glance. Even he only has a little more energy.

However, the universe where the undead lived made him feel even colder. That place does not need any power, and anyone who goes there will be turned into useless ashes.

The group of guys in the abyss who are not afraid of death are good enough to go. If they die, they may not even have a chance to be resurrected.

Alas, for Corellon, the practice of using an ally's homeland to wipe out one's enemies is still out of the question.

He still prefers the undead to help the elves plant trees.

The space bag of the undead is very suitable for this job. An elf only needs to take them to find a suitable place.

When Corellon talked about this with Hill, he suddenly shook his head and smiled wryly: he arranged for the undead to do this, obviously because he was not confident in how many elves in the entire world would respond to his high priest's call.

Even though everyone knows that this is Corellon's wish, as long as it is not the oracle of the father of elves, there will still be many elves who will not do this.

The sun elves and moon elves who occupied the highest forest back then... have a great ability to provoke public anger.

Corellon never pushes his children, so he can only find his own way. Fortunately, there are undead.

The arrival of spring has made the city of Aglaia more cheerful, especially the addition of the wood elves next door has made the greening in the city of Aglaia more harmonious.

When the druids pass by the street garden, they can't help but give their hands.

This mage city lord... is too powerful, and the plants that are obviously not suitable for planting together can still grow quite well.

The wood elves had long discovered that the Trassil elves were a bit foolish when they planted them, and they always thought that these seeds would all be wasted.

This is also one of the reasons why they are dissatisfied with the city of Aglaia. How can they use plants so roughly?

But with the wood elves' awkward temper, they were unwilling to take the initiative to teach those weird elves.

So just pointing fingers in the green forest.

However, these flowers and trees grew in such a mess, and they finally understood the power of this city lord.

But at that time, the shelf had already been set up, and the wood elves didn't know how to step down.

Fortunately, the mayor of Lynn was really a good elf, and handed them a ladder, and the druids quickly took the opportunity to get down.

It didn't matter if the wood elves didn't come in before, but now that they're here, they can no longer endure the chaos in the small parks in Aglaia City.

But after their first hands-on, they were still a little scared.

The druids are used to being free, and they did it themselves without asking anyone, and it didn't feel like someone came to see it halfway through, and it was only when it was over that they remembered that this place was owned by the owner.

However, the owner of this city is worthy of being a natural mage, and he is very tolerant to them.

Lynn came directly to appease them who were anxious, and even gave a generous thank you.

Then directly hired these wood elf druids at a high price, and handed over the small park in Aglaia City to them for management.

This is also quite good, and the druids quickly integrated into the daily life of Aglea City.

After all, in this city, although the Trassil elves on the street seem to be in a hurry, the other elves and the major races are very leisurely.

Every corner of Aglaia City is furnished in a warm and comfortable manner, and even the citizens are very calm in doing things. They are not very rich, but they can see that they live very comfortably.

Every little bit of this city allows outsiders who walk in to discover the gentleness and kindness of the city lord.

The druids simply nodded and walked out of the forest to become a member of Aglea City because they sensed all of this.

Hill, who received Lynn's feedback, was actually a little puzzled. If the plants were dissatisfied, he could find out.

But every time he walks in the park and communicates with these plants, the plants say it's good?
Could it be that he made a mistake somewhere?

After spreading the Mystery of Water to half of the green forest, and seeing that the druids had sorted out a part of the park, Hill went directly to communicate with those plants.

Then he was a little helpless and found that the plants did feel that their lives were more comfortable now, but they didn't feel uncomfortable before.

Probably because of Hill's life force, they didn't feel the slightest discomfort at all.

Hill has nothing to do, it's a passive talent.

As far as he is concerned, unless plants that are afraid of fire are planted on the volcano, it is impossible to have any dead plants, at least not good.

For the daily plant research of druids, Hill probably can only watch others do it.

Fortunately, there are real druids in his city. After they discovered that there were not only adult students but also many young children in Hill's university town, they quickly found Lynn and opened the druid. Yi interest class.

Druids had to learn some basic knowledge from an early age, and those purely gifted schools... have become a memory of the past.

Although wood elves have a long lifespan, who in this world knows that one day they will be unlucky, and it is a serious matter to pass on their green ring concept.

No matter how few elf children there are in Aglaia City, there are more than their entire clan. Many sun elves have imitated General Garr and left the family's underage children here.

After the attention of the undead was once again drawn to the High Forest by Corellon, Faerun seemed much calmer.

This is a winter that makes everyone feel uneasy, and everyone hopes that spring will be more comfortable.

Even the life of farming is a kind of stability.

However, everyone's stable life ended in a terrible earthquake. People looked at the sky above their heads in panic and the earth under their feet fell into rupture.

"Oberon! Take the goblins to Pulvey!" Hill yelled as the shaking started.

Looking at the shattered space, Hill hugged the crystal flower, held up his magic book, and desperately sealed the city of Aglaia with the magic lock.

His mana also poured out crazily at that moment. Hill, who knew what happened, knew that he probably wouldn't need magic in a short time.

The origin of magic in the whole world is in chaos, only artifacts and wonders are still useful at this time, and Hill can only do his best.

Fortunately... Hill sat in the pool with the crystal flower in his arms and persisted... Fortunately, he didn't get bored and made this mythical strengthening artifact.

It wasn't until he saw the silver light shooting directly from the Waterdeep City next door, and saw the same silver light in the distance, that Hill stabilized his frantically beating heart.

Damn Cyric!Damn Shar!

Mystra fell early!
(End of this chapter)