Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Ransander flapped his wings and checked his body fearfully... Really, the old immortal is so cruel! Almost gone.

It doesn't matter if this bit of divine power is gone, but for fun, thousands of miles away, how can it compare to having to guess where it is more interesting by yourself versus just watching from the side, keeping up with current events, and being able to intervene at any time?

He must not lose such a beautiful life just for talking too much!

Following the usual style of the undead, the huge golden peacock used its wings to pull out a long golden zipper in front of his mouth, and returned to the lawn dejectedly and continued to lie down... He had to be careful in the future, he would still say this kind of thing. Leave it to Selune to speak.

Hill stared at the shining golden zipper in the air for a while: the Lord of the Dawn did have a good relationship with the undead, and he even understood what this gesture meant.

Then he smiled faintly... It seemed that World Tree was also paying attention to Toril's affairs, and also discovered that he was here.

If Hill is just a descendant of the Earth Goddess, Yggdrasil might not be so vigilant... He has many children, and his descendants are all over the multiverse, and there are many people working for people.

But Sirco still has part of the soul of the Earth Goddess, which is not much different from his biological child... At worst, he is also his biological grandson!

It's not the kind of painless delivery... How could the little sprout that had been saved with so much effort be given to Toril!

No matter how magnanimous Yggdrasil is, he will not let the children he worked so hard to give birth to become those unlucky workers bound by fate... It takes a lot of energy for him to create a moldable seed, which must be accumulated for at least hundreds of millions of years. ?

Not to mention that he has always cherished his children, let’s talk about this stupid place of Toril... If the next time the multiverse comes to watch the excitement, everyone will find that the one walking below in the spotlight is his biological child of the World Tree. Child, how can he bear it?

Hill smiled warmly... The heartstrings that had been tightened since the beginning of the road to destiny suddenly relaxed.

The natural atmosphere around him has become soft but lively... Even the plants in the rooftop garden seem to be more lustrous!

Lansendre raised his head and glanced...Tsk, tsk, and said, "Oh, what a sin. Look what scared the children of the World Tree family."

All I have to do is hold a bag of explosives and tell you not to come over!

Tsk tsk tsk...

Selûne suddenly laughed twice awkwardly on the side... If Lansander hadn't been so quick with her words, she would have said the words just now.

Although ao is more tolerant to her and Shar than others, it will also... be a bit punishing.

The most common method is confinement... Forget Shar, who meditates for tens of thousands of years. Isn't this just making things difficult for her, the Moon Maiden?

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then pulled a long silver-blue arrow in mid-air...the tail was in front of her eyes, and the arrow point was pointed directly at Lansander.

"What are you doing? Selune?" The Lord of the Morning looked up at her inexplicably.

"Warn yourself what will happen if you talk too much." Moon Girl said with a very natural expression.

The golden peacock angrily used its wings to scatter the arrowhead: "I'm warning you! Next time... tsk... two against one, how shameless."

He looked at the two goddesses who were glaring at him, and covered his head with his wings with a numb expression: "For the fun of it, I endured it. Damn it... Candle Keep must be blown up beautifully!"

After hearing this, Hill couldn't help but look up at the giant screen.

The prophecy mage Urlant was happily looking around amid the colorful singing and dancing.

Manx, who had occasionally answered a few words, had slowly disappeared from the crowd... Considering her status as someone who even had to pay attention to Ao, this situation was indeed unlikely to arouse her interest. .

After all, how to scheming with the electors of Mystra and the gods of Toril without revealing her identity depends on her ability. Whether she succeeds or not is a pleasure.

But really let her have some scenes with the idiot in front of her who doesn't know if she has a head full of water... Judging from Manx's performance, she would rather make people think that she is an eight-year-old child who doesn't understand anything.

Manx hid behind the jeweled folding fan and kept rolling his eyes... Candlekeep is indeed at its end... If it is not destroyed today, it will probably be destroyed tomorrow.

No wonder Ogma has not considered Candlekeep as one of his places of faith all these years... To be honest, only the stupid Midnight who doesn't know anything can withstand such subordinates, right?

Urlant actually started to pick among those girls from Quesenta! And it was so obvious.

That's the girl with the fragment of Mystra's soul!

She was a girl who grew up in a lively aristocratic family like Quesen Tower and had an extraordinary IQ and even an ability recognized by the Magic Network!

Even if those soul fragments were intentionally created by someone, no matter how small the fragments are, not all souls can accommodate them!

At least his IQ is definitely above the level of a mage, right?

The female mages of Quesen Tower, who were originally very hostile to Manx, had already forgotten their biggest enemy, the little girl Manx.

They have reached an agreement... first deal with this disgusting man who actually wants to play the concubine selection game among them.

Before they gathered Urlant together, they even used fan language to ask Manx if he was interested in this... The female mages of Quesen Tower would not really forget like the stupid Urlant. This is the biggest piece!

Otherwise, how could Manx come out with another fan! She still misses that little pearl fan~ Damn, stingy Talos, he deserves to escape in Aglaia!

The grumbling Manx sat on the sofa in the corner with a numb face.

Although it was these girls who were exuding their charm in the beginning... their posture showed that they were all good girls taught by Suni.

Although they are a bit pretentious, they are actually within the allowable range of aristocratic etiquette... They just send out the signal that they look at each other and can have a romantic date. After the man receives it, he only needs to choose the woman he likes to respond. good.

But this is just a small game of hints and responses. It is definitely not for him to use the attitude of choosing a girl in Mamasan's hut, looking left and right, looking over and over to choose a girl... It seems that Urlant must be the red one in Waterdeep City. A regular visitor to the Shaman Cottage.

A normal nine-ring mage with independent thinking could do such a stupid thing, and as a prophecy mage, he didn't even feel the cold light flashing in the eyes of those girls... Manx didn't think this Urlant was still... There is a need to win over.

Anyway, her target was not Ogma... Manx, who took out a small jeweled fan and fanned silently, decided to just sit aside and watch the show this time.

This position is not bad, she is not tall, and she is hiding behind a large vase, but her line of sight is a bit blocked, and she has to stretch her head occasionally... Manx suddenly misses the giant screen of the undead.

She looked around in the sun room, and suddenly realized... Where is Jason?

Hasn't that guy always been his symbol?

Why did you run away suddenly?

Manx raised his eyebrows... Could it be that he has become a powerless undead? As a man, he doesn't want to see other women flattering and seducing an ugly man?

She fanned leisurely... They were all hypocritical collaborators anyway, and no matter what Jason did in Candlekeep, it would not affect her plan.

Although Hill didn't know much about women, he didn't think that those beautiful black-haired girls were interested in Urlant.

Although they are gathered together and sit in chairs in a very beautiful posture, there is actually enough space left... If Urlant really wants to touch anyone, he must either use magic or Stand up and walk over.

He didn't seem to be so impatient yet, but...

Hill couldn't help but ask: "Is it easy for a prophecy mage to go astray?"

If Urland was so stupid from the beginning, even if Heitong wanted to find a scapegoat, he would not be so blind.

"How should I put it... the prophecy mages, their advancement is very strange, and once they embark on this path, it is difficult to escape." Selune said slowly, "The most famous prophecy mages either went crazy in the end... ...Didn’t the shadow energy core that Shar grabbed contain the crazy soul of the prophecy master Agatha?

Or they died in a weird way and couldn't even leave a body. For example, Alando from Candlekeep. It is said that there was nothing in his tomb except a large number of used crystal balls.

So far, the only powerful prophecy mage I have seen is Savras, who seems quite normal on the surface.

But... Judging from the path of destiny this time, he is not very normal... Either this guy has gone crazy a long time ago, or he does have fragments of the tablet of destiny on his body. "

Hill nodded thoughtfully... If Selune said so, then there must be fragments of the Stone of Destiny on Savras!

He already knew a little about Moon Girl. Her way of thinking was relatively direct, and she was more accustomed to using real events when giving examples.

On the giant screen, Urlant stood up politely and raised his hand to send a cross-arm invitation to a certain lady... He seemed to have finally decided on his goal... The lady with a little rouge mark on her lips became that An unlucky guy chosen by him.

Rouge Hen looked at him steadily, his eyes moving from the sparse hair down to the waist area for a while, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

That kind of contempt that could be clearly understood without words or sounds made Urlant raise his hands angrily... Then he felt what these female mages had obtained from the fragments of Mystra. What magic.

The overwhelming number of spells proved how long these female mages had been planning... Probably since they entered the Sunshine Hall, they had already planned to wake him up.

The Sunshine Hall turned into a world of ice and snow.