Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 861 The Silent Old Snow Dog
Frank really likes to pursue everything unknown, but he has always set a bottom line for himself.

He never agreed with the idea that as long as he pursued knowledge, he could abandon the bottom line of being a human being. After leaving Trasil, he became more determined in this way of thinking.

Fran even felt that he who was willing to give up the knowledge of the evil side was stronger than the one who wanted to learn everything in the past.

This is actually the enlightenment brought to him by Hill: choose the path you want, and then stick to it without hesitation. Even if there are other more beautiful scenery, don't feel regretful.

Never turn your persistent search for knowledge into an uncontrollable greed.

He looked at his grandson with concern, and smiled slightly: "Don't worry about me.

I have understood that knowledge is endless, and there is no need to hold it all in the palm of your hand.I would have given up learning devil characters back then, and now I will also give up learning undead characters.

These are things that will corrode the soul, no matter how strong the willpower is, it is impossible to be completely unaffected... I am unwilling to give my soul to the gods, how could I take my soul out to take risks. "

Now that Hill has shown him that he can become so powerful even if he does not choose the law of destruction, of course Fran will not fall into the embrace of evil... Fran absolutely does not believe that if he does not learn evil spells, he will never be able to suffer again. to the day of new knowledge.

The multiverse is endless, even if he reaches the end of his life, it is impossible for him to learn the truth one day.

It is estimated that even those gods in the name of knowledge dare not say that he understands everything.

Hill laughed happily, watched as Fran turned to the previous page, and found that the runes recorded on that page belonged to the ancient elves.

Hill didn't find it strange that there were traces of elves in the ancient ruins of Calimshan thousands of years ago. After all, it was the most powerful first-generation elves who sealed those ancient gods and monsters.

With Ragon the Rune Lord's past power in Calimshan, he thought it would be too easy to study these ruins.

These rune flanges will certainly be familiar... Trasil's elven script is Toril's ancient elven script, with a pleasant tone, exquisite structure but complicated and difficult to understand.

Hill asked softly: "Grandfather, have you seen Toril's current elven script?"

Holding the pen in his hand, Fran said without raising his head, "See...it's much simpler!
It is even easier, especially if you can compare and learn through the Trassil Elvish text.

When I first learned Elvish, it took almost 10 years, and this is because I can talk to the elves directly.

When I left Adrian, he was still learning Elvish very rough... He could even make mistakes in pure Elvish spell books, but he could understand those Elvish novels at a glance. "

Hill couldn't help laughing. Adrian had always worked hard at learning characters, so that whenever this topic was mentioned, he was very jealous of Hill, who didn't need to learn at all.

The undead on the giant screen cheered again, and the black-red Skeleton Lord exploded into a mass of rotten bones again.

'Xue Yunfeng' seemed to be happy too: "Okay...take this opportunity, let's all stand up...the main T just now can take a rest, just stand in the third row, remember to fill up the seat.

cheer up!Everyone!Victory is just around the corner, finish early and rest early!Come on everyone~
The priests and paladins have worked hard, and when the time comes, the merits will be doubled. "

His concluding remarks were largely unheard, and most of them got excited.

Before the battle started, the mages released trigger spells or continuous range spells like a wall of fire at the feet of the skeleton that was about to return to the world again.

So as soon as the pale skeleton stepped out, it had to howl, and the bone staff in his hand smashed irregularly... Even Hill, who couldn't see the bloodline of the monster, could feel it. weak.

"Work harder! Work harder!" 'Xue Yunfeng' cheered up, "We can finish playing and rest soon!"

"Shut up, old dog!" A loud female voice resounded throughout the crypt, "Don't you know how black you are? How dare you say such things?"

The 'Elderly Sanda King' had been quiet for so long, but at this moment it broke its defense... and the countless complaints that followed also proved their grievances.

Xue Laogou also suddenly became quiet. He was clearly wearing a loudspeaker, but stubbornly kept silent, not daring to answer a word.

Hill really couldn't control it this time, and laughed "haha". It seems that in the world of the undead, it is not easy to say "rest immediately".

Especially the kind of guy with particularly black hands, he must not open his mouth.

The undead are obviously experienced in this area, and some people have already started to set traps in the passages of the underground world... It seems that the old dog has a very good reputation in this area.

Fran looked up with interest, put away the note in his hand and stood up: "If he can really attract monsters, the goddess of fortune will probably be interested in him.

If it’s still this kind of mindless undead or monster, you don’t need to call me. I have some inspiration and want to try it. "

"Okay, grandfather." Hill followed suit and stood up.

Fran waved his hand to signal Hill to point casually, then turned and left.

The battle of the undead was over very quickly. Although the Lord of Skeletons finally remembered to try to break out and escape at the final stage, there were too many knights surrounding him... he could only perish completely with a mournful howl.

However, no one from the undead cheered, and the surviving knights raised their large shields, stood side by side in a row, and then walked step by step towards the place where Ragon stood just now.

The goblins became tense, and they finally realized that these Trasil elves thought there were enemies there... But how is this possible?

Just now there was a grand lich of more than 30 levels standing there... Unless he is blind, who would dare to come here!
They chattered and chatted, and even made a bet: the bet was the garland they prepared for the Spring Equinox Ceremony... It seems that they wanted to see the excitement of the undead people more than having a dance outside, and they were not going to show themselves at the grand ceremony The most beautiful side.

These goblins will give up their garlands only if a consensus is reached and no one will participate.

After walking to that cave, the mages who followed closely behind the knights began to throw 'flame shock waves' in front of the knights over and over again. Land is indeed a good way to scare the snake away.

Hill sat on the sofa with great interest... Could it be possible that the old dog's mouth really opened up?

The undead seemed to be convinced of the black commanded by them, so even if there was no problem after walking dozens of steps, they still insisted on going down, and the 'flame shock wave' never let go of every corner.

Then a group of screaming stone-blind barbarians exploded in Hill's dumbfounded.

These grotesque tomahawk-wielding humanoids are actually degenerate humans... only unrecognizable, ugly monsters without eyeballs.

But their senses of hearing and smell are very sensitive, and they can even hear the sound of fighting in the distance and smell the blood in the distance.

They used to be humans who served mind flayers... not low level.

Hill suspected that they already knew the condition of this crypt, so there were so many elite-level stone-blind lurkers ready to ambush the victors in the battlefield.

But these monsters didn't know that the person controlling this place was an archlich... so only a few hundred fighters around level 20 came.

No matter how tall and strong they are, not to mention how sharp their stone axes are...the terrible gap in numbers cannot be smoothed out.

Hill indifferently watched these barbarians completely perish... These guys don't deserve to live in this world at all. Their favorite thing to do is to catch the mind flayer masters that humans donate to them... Even if they are abandoned, they will only Find sacrifices even harder, to find a new mind flayer master willing to take them.

However, only a mind flayer who loses the power struggle will choose to take control of a stoneblind savage, so that they can accumulate some new slaves.

After he is sure that the slaves he has cultivated can protect him, this mind flayer will abandon these ugly and stupid guys without hesitation... Yes, the ones who look down on them the most are these mind flayers they follow wholeheartedly .

No one knows why, but most people can be sure that it must have something to do with the collapse of the empire established by the mind flayers.

The creatures on the ground don't care about the grievances and hatred between them. They just hate these blind monsters sincerely, and even the evil forces are unwilling to deal with them.

All human beings, including liches, will exterminate them when they see these disgusting things... Hill really didn't expect that there was such a large group of people under the Spine of the World.

He thought about it quietly for a while, but he still didn't issue a task of exterminating the stone blind barbarians to the undead.

Maybe he was thinking too much, but a tribe of stone-blind barbarians who can dispatch hundreds of fighters of more than 20 levels at a time must be very large... This is a bit unbelievable.

No mind flayer would cultivate such a large tribe... And if they are willing to stay so close to the ground, there must be a big city above... Those who like to throw people who have failed to seize power into the underground world for nothing kind.

So, this must be a native tribe... think what kept them under the watchful eye of a lich for so many years?
Hill lowered his eyes, and he decided to leave the future of these stone-blind barbarians to the undead.

There is nothing in Toril that can calculate and control the movements of the undead, let alone include them in the prophecy.

"What the hell is this? It's stinky, ugly, and poor!" The voice of the undead after the battle came out.

"It's pure experience, isn't it?" Someone replied, "The old dog consecrated it, what good could it be?"

'Xueyunfeng' said nothing.

(End of this chapter)