Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Hill lowered his head, looked at 'Xiao Yoyo' with his fingers flying up and down, and said in a deep voice: "Neverwinter City is about to be liberated."

Oberon glanced at him strangely: "Isn't Neverwinter a great city? The undead have helped them so much, and things as serious as the plague have been solved!"

Hill smiled at him. To the goblins, the strange behaviors of the undead were not a problem at all. They would even join in the trouble.

But for the king of Neverwinter City, he probably had a deep understanding of what it means to invite gods but not to send them away.

In the continent of Toril, Waterdeep City has a higher status, but in the hearts of the undead, Neverwinter City is much more important.

Hill once inquired about the undead's understanding of the world of Toril. Although the protagonists of the story are different, Neverwinter was once a famous stand-alone game for them.

Using human beings to fight against the evil forces that destroy their homes is indeed the most relatable plot.

Moreover, Hill understood with a little envy that the stand-alone machines they had were all virtual reality type. It was said that every time the NPC saw the player, what he said would change according to the situation.

Of course, he could also tell that that game was very old. Although many people had played it because it was classic enough, it was always a bit regretful for the undead who had developed an appetite for later sophisticated games to play it.

The meaning of remakes is not that great. Virtual reality games rarely have remakes. The money and energy consumed are too inconsistent with the benefits obtained. Moreover, some character modeling is different from past classics. Being criticized a lot, no one wants to spend money and be scolded.

However, before the undead are under the age of 18, because they are worried that children will not be able to distinguish the difference between reality and virtuality, their country does not allow them to play that kind of overly real game.

So Neverwinter is really a good memory that many people often think of when they miss everything about their childhood: when they wanted to burn the planner to death because of some bastard plot, they were shocked to hear that the planner's bones were probably melted and there was nothing they could do.

The undead really want to know what the differences are between Neverwinter in different settings, whether they can see the protagonists in their stories, and whether there are any monsters they have killed in the sewers.

Hill knew their feelings very well. He was so merciful to the young people from the four cities who came to his territory to cause trouble in the Temple of Baal. This had a lot to do with the fact that Asberry was among the people who came.

Now that the entire Faerûn continent knows what the plague is about, Hill feels that her boyfriend should survive this time.

He didn't really want to think that Asbery's misfortune this time was due to him, so even if he was unhappy with the young people using his place as a hero test, Hill's anger was directed towards the cities themselves.

Purvi nimbly dodged another wave of attacks coming towards them on the ground, and the small whale appeared next to Hill: "Hill! Have you finished watching what you want to see? Let's go back to the clouds!"

Hill smiled and shook his head: "It will be done soon."

He lowered his head and glanced at the undead who were fighting bloody battles on the battlefield and the Toril people who were busy dealing with the frozen people.

Except for the Knights of Justice and those priests of the natural camp who have begun to enter the battlefield again, everyone else is watching the excitement.

Even if the undead really can't die, they don't necessarily care whether NPCs will take the initiative to join the battle. It's very normal for this kind of thing to happen in the game.

But this scene made Hill very uncomfortable to watch.

After all, he knew in his heart that these were not the tool men in the game who had to be killed by players even though the enemies were right around them.

Hill knew that for Purvi, these attacks were not powerful enough to reach the legendary level, and were too slow to touch him. But for the alien whale who didn't like fighting, such a war-torn place would only make him They turned around and left.

He comforted Purvi with a few words, raised his hand gently, and released the long-lost three-piece set of Water Mist, Tide Dance Moon Welcome, and Tranquil Water.

A soft mist filled the battlefield, causing the undead to cheer excitedly and the demons to wail as they were burned by the power of purification.

Accompanied by shouts of 'Hill is a good man', Hill whispered to Purvi: "We can leave and go directly to the Star Mountains!"

His water mist, even when the level is not high, can last for three days, which is enough, because there are more demons than undead now!

Hill knew very well that the large army of undead would probably march straight to the High Forest overnight. Most people still preferred the passion of direct combat to the plot parties looking for tasks to do everywhere.

Toril's tasks are not easy to complete. Many tasks make the undead very uncomfortable. The feeling that human life is worthless makes William get scolded every day.

Looking at the arrogant trees below the spaceship, Hill kept spraying water mist, hoping that the demonized trees could regain some sense and not attack the large group of undead passing by.

Burning a forest is indeed a natural curse, but cutting down a big tree that wants to harm you is not a sin.

Not to mention, even if the group of undead brought by Corellon really destroyed the entire Supreme Forest, it would be impossible for them to be cursed successfully. And as long as Corellon does not give a direct order, neither AO nor the laws of the world can cause trouble for Corellon.

If any of his followers or subordinates had to hold the gods accountable for committing crimes, there would be no gods left to exist in Toril.

Just like Mystra, who is very concerned about by AO, there is no good fault between the two Mystras. Isn’t the leader of the Dragon Worshiping Cult who caused the Dragon Madness disaster the same one as the previous one?

The Holy Grail containing Lansander's blood in the city of Aglaia is the best proof. As a mortal, you can harm the incarnation of powerful divine power, but it all depends on the power of silver fire given by the goddess of magic in Sammaster's body. !

Corellon may really be impatient with some things in the Supreme Forest, but breaking up and building up again may sound frivolous, but it means the destruction of countless lives.

Hill turned out a small bag of seeds in his hand and sighed softly.

It stands to reason that with such a good thing as sunflower seeds, he should really give them to the elves who stayed in the Supreme Forest, but Hill was still a little hesitant.

If Lansendre was so out of control of the Tablet of Destiny, then Hill's use of this method could be regarded as returning the fate of Amaunata being resurrected by his unintentional transformation.

But if... the appearance of Amaunata is destined to make Lansander return to sleep in the morning light, wouldn't Hill use this trick to trick his friends?

He didn't think that the Toril people who knew the sun flower would be grateful to the sun god of Trasil. They would only worship the sun that praised their own world, and the Toril gods would not let the sun gods of other worlds appear in their own world.

The sun and moon have very important and completely different meanings for each world. They are even related to the foundation of each god, and everyone will be wary of outsiders.

But it is impossible for Hill to change this flower into the morning flower. That will affect the sun god of Trasil.

What if the Sun God of Trasil, who has mastered all the sun-related priesthoods, accidentally loses the Dawn Priesthood? What’s even more frightening is that a being like the Lord of the Dawn appears in Trasil. Hill will have no face to look back in this life. My own home.

The most lovable thing about Lathandel is that he is the powerful god of Toril. This is the prerequisite for Hill to truly make friends with him.

Before he landed in the Star Mountains, he finally found the moss seeds that also had the power of purification. Fortunately, he considered the complex underground world of Toril and was worried that his own territory would also be invaded, just like those city-states. The earth sustains demons and devils and even lichs. So I let Oak Spirit use the Demigod Seed Bag to cultivate a lot.

Even more fortunately, his Earth Bear elders had collected many demigod-level seed bags... not just those of the Moon Elf Druid who died in the wilderness.

Hill didn't ask why there were so many. Enemies dared to enter the wilderness to cause trouble for the Earth Bear. Of course, no bear would soften its claws.

But when Hewelson asked him if he wanted it, he readily put it away. Apart from him, the Earth Bear could not use it. This was a semi-artifact that only recognized the pure power of nature.

Hill counted the moss seeds in his hand and nodded with satisfaction.

Although not as useful as sunflowers, these mosses should grow well in the dense and light-tight Supreme Forest.

It's just that although mosses grow very quickly, someone has to collect their seeds and use them elsewhere, otherwise they will just grow in groups in the same place.

The elves of Everesca's Sword were already standing at the highest point of the mountain, waiting for Hill. They had long since discovered that the weird whale was flying towards them with a clear target.

But the pieces of water mist sprinkled from the whale with the power of natural purification also made them sure that this was definitely not an enemy, so that was fine.

The Sword of Everesca, which has been guarding here alone for thousands of years, has given up the awkward character of many elves. No matter what race they are, as long as they are willing to help them, they are their good friends.

Letting Purvi float in the air, Hill landed on the ground with Oberon and Vera.

After discovering that there was no safety problem at all, the little flower fairy was very dissatisfied and kept muttering to her father. How could her father forget to call her when she was watching the excitement? This is simply a crime!

Oberon kept looking at Hill, hoping that this big friend could help stop the passionate Vera, Hill... Hill turned to face the elves who came up with a smile: "Evris Everyone from Ka’s Sword, I’m glad to meet you, I’m Hill from Aglaia City.”

"Hill?" an excited female voice sounded from behind, "Lynn's good friend, right? How is he now?"

The elves standing in front smiled and stepped aside, and a tall, agile, blond female elf wearing scale armor appeared in front of Hill.

Hill's smile became more genuine: Lynn and his mother look very much alike!