Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 795 The long-awaited reunion

This time, Hill and Pulvi still chose to go around from the sea to Maztec. Although they had to make a big circle from the southernmost ocean in Faerun to reach their destination in the west of Toril, the sky of Toril It hasn't stabilized yet, and space cracks often appear. Hill doesn't want to be transferred to some inexplicable place.

On the sea, Hill didn't encounter any trouble at all, and arrived at the land shrouded in thick fog... It seems that something happened to Maztek.

In fact, it is understandable that the problem would be this continent, only they lost their main god...killed by Heim.

The current Maztecs are basically savages, most of them live in worse conditions than the barbarians in Icewind Dale, and a small number of rich and powerful people almost all start their fortunes by selling slaves.

Maztec's minerals were all in the hands of the colonists in Faerun from the beginning: the local aborigines without the protection of the gods, relying only on witchcraft and brute force, could not beat the colonists backed by Heim.

The slaves needed for mining were first caught by themselves, and later they supported some motivated Maztec natives... After the power of Faerun gradually faded out of this continent due to certain things, the slaves Instead, trade was flourished by these Maztecs.

They no longer regard races different from themselves as human beings... So the orcs of Maztec are also the race most likely to be tempted by the abyss. Their living environment is too harsh, and they are often captured by humans as slaves .

In the face of cruel reality, there is nothing wrong with choosing to turn to darkness.

But this also caused the instability of this continent. Hill sighed and told Pulvi to move forward slowly. The diffuse gray fog covered the sky and the sun, and the fine space blades kept flickering, hitting the body of the alien whale.

Fortunately, Purvi's body, Hill added fine gold, these endless attacks, the mortal body can't resist at all, even the magic ship probably can't withstand it.

No wonder it has been so long, news of the accident in the Maztec Continent has not reached the Northland.

Those countries that are closer to here may not be able to enter the gray fog... According to the common sense of the Toril people, this situation is either bad luck, I don't know if it is the devil or the devil who is causing big troubles such as blood sacrifices , or some rare treasure, a high-level artifact.

If you don't find out what's going on, those national forces will all keep silent, so you have to find some clues first.

Hill couldn't help but look back. When he came over, no one seemed to stop him?He obviously took the most popular sea route.

There should be watchers here!Could it be... those ships that were 10 kilometers away from him?

What's the use of being so far away?

Of course, the people monitoring here discovered Purvi. In the world of Toril, 10 kilometers is not too far away. There are many ways to make the magic ship arrive quickly.

But who this strange-looking alien whale represents, anyone with some ability in Faerun now knows it.

They are not the group of iron-headed Baldur's Gate mercenary legion, how could they come forward to intercept this mage lord who can kill the dragon?

Don't tell them about magical objects, as long as you can kill them, who cares what method is used!
They don't have the self-confidence to restrict others from not using strange things... To be honest, if Neverwinter doesn't mention him, it's already on the shelf. They said it first... I hope the power of the inland countries will share some of the future for them Risk of orc invasion.

Now the city of Aglaia... just took all the pressure away, and there is no need to shout for help everywhere in Neverwinter City. Everyone is happy, isn't it?
As for the guys at Baldur's Gate who thought they would find a solution sooner or later, maybe they were already possessed by Barr?
What will happen in the future, let's talk about it now!
When it's time to admit cowardice, you have to admit cowardice!
So it's better to wait and see if this powerful mage can bring out some useful information... At least let them know if there are evil gods, devils or demons in it.

As for Hill, as long as there is no hostility towards him, he seldom cares about those low-level professionals.

He is more concerned about this gray fog that stretches for hundreds of kilometers... Even the bottom of the sea is filled with these lethal space fogs. There is no life of any kind in this ocean.

This is the real Dead Sea!

Either way, witnessing death is not a good thing.

Hill was not in a very happy mood and sat on Pulvi's body, and slowly drove towards the continent that already had some outlines.

They could only swim slowly. If they didn't know that the gray mist was composed of unstable chaotic elements, if they felt danger and moved forward quickly, the elemental storm caused must be very terrifying.

Hill could know, of course, because he had been in contact with this kind of storm for long enough when he was squatting on the edge of Tra Hill's world to farm, and he recognized it at a glance.

At the end of the mist is the ocean. Within a short distance of ten kilometers to the shore, Hill saw countless kinds of marine life. It seems that there are still some keen enough lucky ones who escaped the disaster.

But it also caused another consequence... Hill stood on Pulver's back in a daze, an unknown number of monsters stood on the shore, and even a few giant dragons rose and fell in the middle, all of them seemed to be fishing.

Hill observed for a while, and they seemed to be more interested in Toril's fish, especially those giant dragons. The reason why they were so busy was to snatch some of Toril's big fish.

Many monsters are obviously using their innate magic. After observing for a while, Hill found that Eber's creatures are indeed better at using elemental magic.

Hill told Pulvi not to leave the foggy area, but to swim slowly around the continent along the edge of the gray fog.

The world cannot exist without seaside cities.

The gray fog hid their tracks very well. Seeing those strange creatures, Hill felt a little headache... I heard that the sun in the world of Abel is blue, and the sky is steel-colored, so they let them Do you look so free-spirited?
Hill was a little suspicious that all the monsters in the strange legends of his past world were drawn from here.

It was so ugly that he didn't want to look at it. Even the elements that occasionally appeared on land surprised him... Although the elements are not finalized, most elemental creatures like to imitate human beings to grow hands and feet to form the current elements. It looks like an elf, but Abel's element looks more like a beast.

Obviously the most powerful in this world are giant dragons and humanoids!

Really weird.

Hill can only be thankful that he temporarily put the goblins in the floating castle and didn't bring them out, otherwise they would definitely clamor to go to land.

He was a little worried that this continent of other worlds would affect the goblins who are closely connected with nature. After all, Abel and Toril are actually twin planets of the same plane, but they were separated by AO later, and Abel was placed in the in another latitude.

Previously it was only possible to enter Aber from Toril through the Moon of Selun.

Hill, who was listlessly thinking about the problem, finally cheered up...he saw the first city after arriving here.

There are also many people fishing on the coast...Dragonborn, dwarves, elementals, halflings, humans and some other humanoid races. Sure enough, there are no elves and half-elves, let alone goblins.

In the world of Abel, the gods have always been vigilant. In this nearly independent world created by AO, not only demons and devil plane magic cannot be used, but communication with the gods is also completely impossible.

No one knows what AO wants to do, whether he intends to make the future of the world he created become a model with only magic and no gods. It can even be said that before Aber's dimension changes, most gods have no Be wary of AO.

But after that, even the optimist gods like Miril and Lila, who were naturally fond of looking for the best, were very cautious in the face of AO's various actions.

Therefore, a responsible race god like Corellon will inform all his subjects that this world is not suitable for living: Abel is the testing ground for AO, and no one knows what will happen in the future.

In fact, the most obvious point can prove how serious the interference in this world is: this is a world where goblins and goblins can't be born at all, and his nature has been distorted to a certain extent.

Hill silently observed these Abels who used various spells and martial arts to fish.

Compared with the Toril people, who have never owned the magic net, they are quite relaxed now, but they do all use elemental magic, wind blades, ice knives, etc. Speaking of it, they are more like Trasil. Edge magic form.

Hill couldn't help laughing. Indeed, there shouldn't be much difference between Abel and Trasil, who had incomplete laws. No matter how many laws are distorted, the composition of the basic elements of matter will still not change. The magic that can be used is Those kinds.

Purvi slowly cruised along the edge of the city. They seemed to have moved from the civilian area to the noble area. Hill saw more dragon people. It seemed that Abel was now a world dominated by giant dragons.

Hill's bored and wandering eyes suddenly gathered together... Someone found him!
He stood up and looked back. It was an extremely beautiful man, his eyes were like a group of condensed flames. He stood at the highest point of the city. Even the giant dragon standing next to him didn't have any objections. Be very respectful.

These should be the primordial beings sent to this world by AO back then, beings born in the dawn of prehistoric times... At that time, there were not even many Toril gods!

However, Hill's attention was attracted by another person standing under the high platform.

Short dark blonde hair, a neat robe, a flying crystal ball and a serious expression... Hill's face burst into a smile almost instantly.

Urging Pulvi to fly straight up, Hill opened the terrace, stretched out his body and waved his right hand vigorously amidst the exclamation and defense below: "Grandfather! Grandfather!"

(End of this chapter)