Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

After calming down, Hill heard Lynn's voice resounding throughout the city: He was using the sound transmission device to ask all citizens to stay at home and not go out, stating that the city lord had protected everyone's safety and would continue to protect everyone's safety, as long as they obeyed.

Hill estimated that when the incident broke out, Linn ordered everyone to go home quickly. He had often led the original town residents to face the hobgoblins across the desert, and he had extensive experience in handling emergencies.

Hill slowly let go of the crystal flower, leaned against the wall of the pool weakly, and pushed back the messy long hair on his shoulders with his fingers, slowly regaining his mental strength.

After becoming a legend, Hill seems to rarely be so miserable.

Although it didn't last long, nearly an hour of blessing Misuo made him really exhausted.

Not a drop of mana is gone, and the spiritual sea is almost exhausted. He can only slowly recover by himself. He dare not release such a peaceful spell as the Water of Tranquility.

Fortunately, Hill still has some sense. There are always a lot of blood-replenishing magic potions in the warehouse.

Any high-level spell must activate elements from the outside world. Although Hill is a warlock, his skills are more like a mage. Except for some spells that add status to himself, he doesn't even dare to use a long sword now.

If there was a thunder, the crystal wall that was barely holding on would probably be shattered for him to see.

Hill touched his pendant. Fortunately, his storage devices did not require spells to open, but mental power.

When his mental strength recovered a little, he took out a bottle of juice, simply sat in the pool and drank it slowly.

Damn it, I have to expand the space in all the pockets of my clothes and put potions in sets. He actually thought about how to deal with the sequelae of the collapse of the magic network many times, but he always felt that it was still early, so he was in no hurry to do it.

Sure enough, if a person has no long-term worries, he must have immediate worries!

After the spiritual sea recovered a little, Hill tried to observe the surrounding environment. Fortunately, the space within the mysterious lock range was still stable.

The silence in the floating castle was terrifying. All the goblins had entered Purvi's body, and the alien whale was also hiding in the core center at the back of his head, which had strong defenses.

The huge body landed quietly on the grass in the open space in front of the castle.

Martha and Liszt have both returned directly to their cores. They both used the power of elements to condense their bodies, and now they cannot come out at all.

Hill looked at his city with a bit of confusion.

Finally...he still saved his home. Even the other half of the Green Forest has a terrible fault. A sudden mountain peak lies across that side, even blocking part of the road leading to Neverwinter City.

But at least he still saved the forest within the myth lock.

Hill watched silently for a few times, and the mountain peak appeared more on the side of the Neverwinter Forest. Neverwinter City has always been dominated by the wood industry, and now half of its economic lifeline has been lost.

He sighed, not in the mood to care about other people's future, and continued to observe the surroundings of his territory.

The Baojian Mountain Range is not bad, it has been completely preserved, but there seems to be a piece of water in the east, and I don't know if it is a lake or sea water.

I hope that if it is a lake, then Aglaia City can start farming and animal husbandry in the future. In a short period of time, Hill probably won't have time to take care of the big farm in Silver Moon City.

The price of food in Faerûn will definitely increase. Even if Hill has stored enough food, it would be good to give the citizens some spiritual sustenance.

In the past, the water veins were brought down from the Sword Mountains and could not support the consumption of large farms.

The city of Aglaia was silent, but the city guards had poured out of the city hall into the streets, seemingly checking the safety of the city.

Hill saw Linn's figure. He was walking towards the alchemy hall and seemed to want to find Corellon.

The paladins of Tire were also gathered in their temple, but they seemed a little anxious because they couldn't contact Tire. Hill could feel them praying.

The only one who reacted was the Aglaia Temple on the coast. The statue in the Holy Water Hall kept emitting blue-white light, which was the powerful power of faith inspired by countless prayers for help.

Aglaia's completely different approach to faith from other gods allowed the entire Sword Coast to be preserved under the control of her divine power.

There were even many figures floating towards the port of Aglaia on the sea. They were thrown out of Toril when the world was shattered, and because of their devout faith, they were located by Poseidon, and then pulled from the void. believers.

Hill helplessly discovered that the elemental elves were also missing.

He simply activated dozens of puppets in the Aglaia Temple and asked them to take in the refugees with the energy crystals.

These are devout believers in Aglaia, and Hill cannot abandon them.

After drinking a glass of juice, Hill groaned in pain. The chaos and disorder of the origin of magic made him very uncomfortable after being immersed in magic all year round.

The most important thing is that the departure of natural consciousness gave him a feeling of danger. The nature of Toril had been completely asleep by this terrible destruction.

For the first time, Hill felt at a loss.

"Hill! What happened?

All the undead have disappeared! That space-time artifact suddenly stopped moving! "Lynn rushed up," Corellon is also missing. I contacted Miriel and there was no news at all!

Ah...ah!

Hill? Are you hurt? How are you?

What exactly happened here? damn it! "

"Mystra...has fallen." Hill said painfully, "The magic network is now completely destroyed, and the original power cannot be used for the time being. Let the legal profession not use any spells.

Priests and druids can't do it either. Let them tidy up their spiritual seas and never use any magic through the magic network. Their gods have no time to reply now.

The most important thing is to tell the mages to be honest if you don't want to shoot their heads. It's too chaotic now and there is no time to collect the corpses for them.

Let the city guards and the Silver Shield Knights patrol the streets!

Tell the paladins of Tire that this is just a temporary disconnection caused by the inability of the magic network to be used, and that Tire is safe.

You don’t have to worry too much, the Mystery Lock is still functioning normally. "

Linn nodded, but his steps did not move.

Hill understood that he was worried about himself, so he could only slow down his tone and said: "Don't worry about me. I'm just... used to be too accustomed to relying on the power of magic, and the sudden loss is a bit at a loss. But it doesn't hurt me at all."

Hill looked at the sky where the silver light no longer appeared: "The magic network has only been broken, not completely abolished. The world has just been repositioned through the voters of the goddess of magic. Toril has been saved. It will not be destroyed." Continue to break.

The source power has become more and more stable. For me, losing the magic network is nothing to be afraid of, as long as the source power is no longer restless.

Go and appease the people. Martha will be out to help you soon.

Although nothing major will happen again, the space will definitely continue to be unstable for a while. I have to stay in the floating castle to be on guard at all times, and I can only leave other things to you.

There is no need to worry about the undead. It should be because of the plane fluctuations that they cannot locate Toril and the soul projection is directly cut off.

Even the gods have been kicked out!

For a short time, the people of Toril will be on their own. Organize your cousins, the port may be in chaos. "

The more Lin En listened, the sadder his face became, and he was a little lucky: Fortunately, they have always been very careful in recruiting people here, and without the suppression of the Mage Tower, there wouldn't be any big trouble.

He quickly turned around and left, making sure to get everything in order before chaos arose.

Seeing Linn hurriedly return to the ground, Hill slowly walked back to his room and soaked himself in the hot water pool.

Fortunately, the various facilities in this floating castle are mostly made of energy crystals.

At first, Hill just thought it would be easier for Liszt to control and prepare for the chaos ten years later.

Who knew that this assassination would be brought forward?

Hill huddled himself in the hot water pool and smiled bitterly: Why can't it be done in advance?

Wasn't he also the one who had forced Mystra to face the dire situation so long in advance?

In real history, there was not so much resistance. Ten years later, Mystra was unable to control the situation, so much so that her mind became disordered, and she was assassinated in her back garden by Cyric, who had been watching her for a long time.

Mystra is probably in more trouble now than at that time, and the resistance among the mages is also very strong. In their hearts, they still think of themselves as Mystra at midnight, and of course they are even more upset.

Cyric must have been targeting him for a long time.

Hill gurgled in the water for a while, then stood up and dried himself with a large soft towel, and put on the clothes with many pockets.

During the period when he can't use magic, he might as well save some energy crystals!

He soon discovered that Linn had called out Terry and Tustin and had them patrolling the road in their real bodies.

Both dragons were a little confused, but they did as Lin En asked. They just walked slowly and looked a little stunned. They probably haven't figured out what happened.

That's not a bad idea.

When magic cannot be used, the dragon's body shape gives people a deeper sense of security.

Hill filled all his pockets with potions that replenished blood and magic, as well as small cakes and juices that replenished physical strength and magic. He held the crystal flower in his arms and half lay on the deck chair on the terrace.

He closed his eyes and slowly thought about the enemies that might appear nearby.

The pirates on Luskan are a threat, but first they will have to deal with the Arcane Brotherhood, which has oppressed them for so many years.

By the time they come to Aglaia, Toril's original power should have been stabilized for the most part, and the elemental riots will not be so strong. Hill's blood spells will definitely be able to be used by then.

It is estimated that at most there will be a few giant dragons taking advantage of the situation. After all, Aglaia City is famously wealthy, but the golden dragon is too small, and the mercury dragon has never been known for its strength.

Hill opened his eyes, raised his right hand in front of his eyes and slowly opened it, showing a sneer.