Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

"Huh? Is something wrong?"

A cold voice sounded in the rotunda, and a slender and beautiful figure slowly emerged from the seat of Zakoshier.

She is wearing a long black gauze dress with purple gemstones like a galaxy on the skirt, long black hair without wind, and a black veil hanging on her face, only people can see her pure purple pair like a vortex under the sea. eyes.

The undead lying at the door couldn't help saying "Wow~".

'Cool~'

'wipe! This is the goddess! ’

Rows of compliments came in an endless stream.

Even the well-informed goddess of the night couldn't help but smile happily in the face of this kind of compliment from the heart... No way, no matter how beautiful she is, there are usually only screams of fear.

Even when she appeared as a night dancer on those rare occasions before, the first reaction of the Toril people when they saw her was to run.

If you can't run away, you may be scared to death at the time.

Even if they show more courage, they can't change the fate of annihilation... She is the goddess of the night who pursues the eternal pursuit of annihilation. Every time she shows up, she must take away enough life to make sense.

Otherwise, it must be the same as this time... The value of the Seat of Zaksir and the Orb of the Dead Moon is enough to make the proud Goddess of the Night put down her body and take the initiative to attack!

But Shar suddenly discovered that she enjoyed this kind of compliment from the bottom of her heart... Of course, those guys who wanted to say tiger and wolf words but were silenced by William, since they have been punished, she can turn a blind eye, Hear but not hear.

She doesn't have to figure out what she's talking about with this kind of undead-specific praise... After so many years, what else is there for Shar to understand?

However, this may also have something to do with her not hating the undead... After all, most of Toril's races are parasites that should have been eliminated long ago in the eyes of this girl of the night.

These undead, known as the Trahir elves, were different, they stood there to represent William.

Shar shook her slender and beautiful legs gently, and a dark purple light shone around on the seat of Zakoshir under her.

The Death Moon Dharma Bead turned gently on her slender hand... The black Death Moon inside the Dharma Bead also began to slowly dyed dark purple.

Lansendel asked angrily: "Are you here to get a bargain?

I kill, you rob?

Does it fit? "

"Besides me, who else can use these two things? You?" Shar said dismissively, "Just because of you, do you want to directly purify the power of the Warlock King?

Can't do it in 50 years?

It would have been taken back by then! "

Ransendell flapped his wings angrily, screamed a few times, and then reacted abruptly: "Why do I keep such an evil magic weapon?

I don't need it!

Wouldn't it be better to send them directly to the Heavenly Mountains to be destroyed? "

Shar's free hand pointed to the warlock who was against the wall and was tightly locked by a dark black chain: "You can almost let anyone run away.

What else can you do?

Can you send these two artifacts out of Toril in a short period of time?

If you can't, who do you want to save for you?

tsk tsk!

Hill isn't good enough for you? Are you going to trick him like that?

After a few quiet days, you have to face Rose, Bann, and tieflings for whatever you want? "

Ransendall froze...he hadn't thought of that at all.

However, as Shaar said, if he really took these two evil artifacts away, he really didn't have the ability to send Toril... The final result must be entrusted to Hill for preservation.

After all, he has already started, and AO can't let him continue to stay in Toril... Unless there is something else for him to do later.

But Ransender, who knows AO well, knows very well that even if he can stay in Toril, he will definitely run around under the command of the old guy... Who knows when and where the Slate of Destiny will rain knives?

He didn't grow wings to be the guide of fate for that broken stone slab!

But he can't put these two things in the Tower of Dawn.

Although his followers have always been very powerful, if he was not there, Ransendall didn't have the confidence that his followers could resist the alliance of Rose and Bane, and maybe the Alliance of Warlocks.

The golden big peacock lowered his head decadently.

Then he suddenly picked up his spirits again: "How much benefit did you get this time, Sarah?

Why did the old man tolerate you so much this time?

What did you give up?

Shadow Weave? "

"What's your business?" Sarah said coldly, "Aren't you going to get rid of that guy?

If you don't do it again, he may be turned into a fool by my shock soul. "

With his head down, Asmodeus suddenly spoke: "Dear daughter of the dark night, I am willing to take back my soul power.

For the sake of tiefling's longstanding respect for you, please let me go. "

Shar sneered: "Even if I am willing to let you go, how are you going to deal with Ransendall?

You don't think that the two of us are so polite now that we are really friends, right? "

"No, of course I'm not that stupid." Asmodeus said with a wry smile, "I know, it's only because of the special circumstances that the two of them are unwilling to waste their divine power in Toril that they are so peaceful...but... I would rather this body be destroyed in the light of dawn than be wounded by your power.

The soul search of shadow power, I really can't bear it. "

"Huh?" Ransendall said in a strange tone, "Why do I sound so weird about his words?

Is he being yin and yang?

I said Sarah, you know these villains best, can you tell me what he wants to say? "

Shar, who was sitting at ease on the throne, slapped the big peacock full of nonsense with a whip.

The undead made a strange sound... The feeling of fearing that the world will not be in chaos is really clear when I hear it.

Asdymos raised his head abruptly... However, Ransendall just avoided Shar's whip with a coquettish move, and then murmured 'Women just can't hear the truth', not at all. The ** who got into a fight with Sarah.

The warlock looked at everything in front of him in amazement, and there seemed to be some friendship between Ransendell and Shar! when did it happen? How did you do it?

Why don't they know anything?

Outside the gate, Edna, who was sitting on Elvia's back, looked strange. She couldn't help but lowered her head and asked her friends, "Everything in front of me is real, right? Didn't I fall into some kind of illusion?"

Elvia's two front claws clawed at a residual low wall, and scratched a few times on the solid stone... The stone wall that even the demon lord couldn't break made her feel real... The claws hurt.

She replied naively: "It hurts, it's not a dream."

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The computer screen of the author cat has been broken recently, although the order has been placed in time... But the pain is that I still don't know how many days it will arrive in Shanghai after delivery in this city.

So these days are all tablet code words, sometimes it's really uncomfortable, Calvinka is amazing.

Just be patient~

The screen arrives just fine.