Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Chil died horribly.

After the undead rushed to that place and discovered that almost all of the dozens of corpses controlled by this devil believer were young children, they went crazy.

They won't forget what Hill specifically labeled the guy's head as 'Necrophiliac, Paedophile'.

Even in interstellar societies that have abolished most of the death penalty, this is still an unforgivable crime.

And they couldn't see such a terrible scene, so they had no scruples in taking action.

In the end, the elf city guards who took the holy water to clean up the mess had the tragic result of vomiting until they couldn't eat for half a month.

Hill couldn't even imagine a situation that could be unbearable to these elves who were more knowledgeable than Hill.

He would never be able to run like those curious elves and listen to the detailed descriptions of the city guards on duty that day while vomiting.

So he just entrusted Linn to send them the highest-grade holy water, plus the purest elf wine.

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

Corellon was very happy.

Because of the overly aggressive behavior of the undead, Demogorgon was slow for a second when he retrieved Qil's soul.

Then he was cut off by Tom, the patron saint.

Qi Er's soul was directly burned into the crystal wall.

Since the death of Melkor, the former god of death, basically no one can hang up Toril's deceptive wall of the unbelievers... If it really existed, the gods would probably go and watch this spectacle.

No, even demons and demons would give up their bloody battles to visit such a strange existence.

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

To put it bluntly, Melkor was selfish and wanted to kill some enemies.

When he falls, then the real atheists will be on the wall.

In Toril, a place where you can qualify to believe in God even if you can't take a shit or curse others loudly, those who can meet the standard are probably not anti-social or even completely self-denying. Such perverts are rare even in Toril. , at least not in this thousand years.

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

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

The evil souls that enter there can only escape from it by being completely burned to waste.

Qi Er's ending made everyone who knew the meaning of the crystal wall very happy. Thom has probably never been praised by so many people in his life.

It was truly the most perfect ending to this war.

Corellon is willing to end this tug-of-war because spring is coming in the North, and the major temples in Faerûn have begun to run out of people.

It can't be said that they can't be caught, but that the people behind them are all big shots, and they must have enough evidence before they can take action.

The tug-of-war is already on their side.

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

Otherwise, the Elf Father really doesn't mind if the two-headed baboon finds the location of the souls of the undead. Even the will of the abyss will be disabled in that place.

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

Corellon has seen many terrifying universes. The black holes formed in some universes can swallow up all the power close to them at a glance. Even he only has a little more energy.

However, the universe where the undead were located made him even more chilly. There was no need for any power in that place, and anyone who went there would be turned into useless ashes.

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

Unfortunately, for Corellon, it is still impossible to use the homes of allies to destroy their enemies.

He would rather the undead help the elves plant trees.

The undead's space bag is very suitable for this job. An elf only needs to lead them to a suitable place.

When Corellon talked about this matter with Hill, he suddenly shook his head and smiled bitterly: He arranged for the undead to do this, and it was obvious that he was not confident about how many elves in the world would respond to the call of his high priest.

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

The Sun Elves and Moon Elves who originally occupied the High Forest...were very capable of making people angry.

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

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

When the druids pass by the street gardens, they can't help but lend a hand.

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

The wood elves have long discovered that the Trasil elves were a bit messy when planting. They always thought that all these seeds would be useless.

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

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

So it’s just pointing in the green forest.

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

But by then, the airs had been set up, and the wood elves didn't know how to step down.

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

It was okay if the wood elves didn't come in before, but now that they are here, they can no longer tolerate the chaos in various small parks in Aglaia City.

However, after they started doing it for the first time, they were still a little scared.

The druids were used to being free, so they started doing it themselves without asking anyone. Halfway through, people came to see them, but they didn't feel anything. It was only when it was over that they remembered that this place had an owner.

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

Lin En came directly to calm them down and even gave them a generous thank you gift.

Then he directly hired these wood elf druids at a high price and handed over the management of the small parks in Aglaia City to them.

This was pretty good, as the druids quickly integrated into the daily life of Aglaia City.

After all, in this city, although the Trasil elves on the streets seem busy and busy, other elves and major races are very leisurely.

Every corner of Aglaia City is warm and comfortable, and even the citizens do things very calmly. They are not very rich, but it can be seen that they live very comfortably.

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

The fact that the druids can simply nod and walk out of the forest to become a member of Aglaia City is because they have sensed all this.

Hill, who received Linn's feedback, was actually a little confused. If the plants were dissatisfied, he could detect it.

But every time he walks in the park and communicates with these plants, these plants say they are doing well, right?

Did he make a mistake somewhere?

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

Then he found out a little helplessly that the plants did find their current life more comfortable, but they didn't feel uncomfortable before.

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

There is nothing Hill can do, it is a passive talent.

For him, unless plants that are afraid of fire are planted on the volcano, it is impossible to plant non-viable plants, and at least it is not good to plant more plants.

Hill can probably only watch others do the daily plant research that Druid does.

Fortunately, there were real druids in his city. After they discovered that there were not only adult students in Hill's university town, but also many young children, they quickly found Linn and opened the Druid Interesting classes in Iraq.

Druids must learn some basic knowledge from an early age, and those pure talents... have become a memory of the past.

Although wood elves have a long lifespan, in this world, who knows what day they will be unlucky, so it is more important to pass on their green ring ideas.

No matter how few elf children there are in Aglaia City, they are still more than their entire clan. Many sun elves have followed General Gal's example and left their family's underage children here.

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

This is a winter that makes everyone restless. 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 watched in panic as the sky above their heads and the earth below their feet fell into fractures.

"Oberon! Take the goblins to Purvi!" Hill shouted as the shaking started.

Looking at the shattered space, Hill held the crystal flower, held up his magic book, and desperately used the mystery lock to seal the city of Aglaia.

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

The source of magic in the entire world is in chaos. Only artifacts and rare objects are still of some use at this time. Hill can only use all his strength.

Fortunately... Hill held on to the crystal flower while sitting in the pool... Fortunately, he didn't get tired of it and made this mythical strengthening artifact.

It wasn't until he saw the silver light shining directly from the Waterdeep City next door, and then saw the same silver light in the distance, that Hill calmed down his wildly beating heart.

Damn Cyric! Damn Shar!

Mystra fell prematurely!