Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 568

Hill was really tempted.

As long as you bring this ring, you can directly teleport to the hall of Windsong Tower through any official portal.

Although the things in the Tower of Windsong must have been removed by the ghosts, the tower is still there.

Before he fell completely, Hill wanted to take a look.

And some of the inheritance of the warlock relied on the tower rather than the books inside.

The purpose of the ghosts is the color-resistant scroll, and now they are also busy hunting down the people who have gained in it. It is impossible to have the time to smash the tower. Hill feels that he can still have some gains.

Whether it's the Great Arcanist or Mystra, there are some things they don't understand at all, it is some knowledge passed down by the blood of the ancient elves.

What Hill has always wanted is these most basic and primitive inheritances.

In fact, he still wanted to do something for the warlocks of Trashir. The warlocks of Trashir are actually the ones who have learned completely, but they don't know how to deal with his bloodline.

Hill himself was lucky to survive the initial blood riot, but not everyone was as lucky as him.

Because of the terrible living environment of Trahir's warlocks, the development of their own bloodlines is almost the most brutal type, and the growth rate is always as fast as possible. Few people carefully study their own bloodlines.

In many cases, this kind of promotion actually comes at the cost of damaging one's IQ. The higher the level, the more beast-like thinking.

In the end, even some people with better intelligence can't learn spells other than blood.

But obviously as long as the intelligence is sufficient, the sorcerer can be a part-time sorcerer.

What Trashir needs is a stable route for the promotion of warlocks, and does not need to be strong.

Just like Toril, there are many sorcerers who are more powerful in the mage profession, and they are free to choose their hobbies.

But it is impossible to do in Trashir, with or without this qualification.

Although Hill did not like some of the styles of the Warlock Tower, he could actually understand why the Warlocks couldn't trust any outsiders at all.

But Hill was still different from them. He was a godly warlock after all, and he would definitely not feel a lot of pain.

If asked him to take risks for these warlocks, Hill may not be able to do it, but if it is just something that can be done casually, he is still willing to do something.

He was also interested in the tower of the strongest heritage ever built by the Toril Warlock.

Hill put away the ring with a smile, and decided to wait for him to go back to Aglaia City to see the latest situation, and then leave to have a look.

Asking the oak tree spirit to find a few puppets who are better at handling trivial matters, and hand over the remaining little strange objects to them for classification, Hill rolled up his sleeves.

He already felt a lot of hostility from the cold wind, and he was familiar with the divine power there.

Hill really felt that there was something wrong with Woking's head, so he dared to find his door!

Who gave her the courage? Bann?

Really cooperate thoroughly with the **** of tyranny, does Woking want to become the evil camp?

As long as she dared to appear with Bann, she would be abandoned by countless businessmen who didn't want to cause trouble.

Hill sneered and walked out of the cloud house, letting the little flower fairies hide in the flowers of the windmill jasmine.

Windmill Jasmine took a look, and saw the murderous look on Hill's face, she quickly hid inside the cloud house, hung it on the window with Lily of the valley, and waited to see the excitement.

Both of them knew very well that Hill would walk out of this room, which meant that no matter what enemy came, they were the kind that didn't put him in his eyes at all, and even asked Hill to go all out to fight the enemy. no.

Hill lowered his eyes and looked down at the place where the spine of the world and the coast of the sword intersect. The rugged path is now occupied by the worshipers of Vol'jin.

On both sides there are aggrieved caravans and adventurers who want to take action against these guys.

But these undercurrents all ended in front of a lady who was dressed brilliantly. She even made her boots with gold, not to mention the belt around her waist that seemed to be worn with gold coins.

This dress very similar to that of Goddess Woking made most people leave honestly.

Hill tilted his head, and under the tumbling waves of the Sea of ​​Sword, it turned out to be Ambori!

No wonder Woking had the guts to intercept him, she actually joined forces with Ambori directly!

Hill suddenly felt that something was wrong. The guy in Ambori looked cruel, but was actually as timid as a rat, and Woking wasn't enough to give her the courage to deal with him directly.

Here in Baojianhai, Aglaia can occupy most of the territory. Even if she doesn't manage her faith so hard, being able to pray for safety from Ambori is a good thing that many normal merchant ships can't ask for.

In the temple of Aglaia, the power of faith accumulated on the idols is about to catch up with the entire Trashir.

It took her a lot of effort to create a cycle of utilization of faith in the trace of the god's fire.

These beliefs have been turned into holy water and the power of protecting the sea of ​​swords by the conscientious deity.

Although Aglaia would not reply to these prayers, she also fulfilled the duties of a sea **** normally. From Deepwater City to Luskan, there has never been abnormal weather or wind and waves.

Everything is in accordance with the laws of nature, ebb and flow.

This is something that all merchant ships on the Sword Coast can't even dream of.

It was the ancient blue dragon that operated the waterway, who had gone to the Temple of Aglaia to enshrine it once, and she was annoyed by Ambori, who likes to make troubles.

Every time she had to take a shot by her old man to beat the kelp back. It was a waste of time for her to love each other with a bed full of gold coins.

It was the first time that Hill and Aglaia knew that there would be such a fast disappearance of faith, and even the priests in Ambori directly changed their beliefs.

The former Guerns already knew that those gods were faked by the devil, and many people couldn't get rid of them right away, they could only be locked in an alchemy hut to isolate the world from life!

Therefore, it was discovered that Aglaia didn't intend to immediately compete with her for Ambori in other places, so she should only hide far away instead of actively looking for the door. Her power was already weak to the limit.

If the clone dies again, Ambori's priesthood of the sea **** is estimated to be completely lost, and Hill suspects that she will really become a shark head.

After carefully observing the surroundings, Hill thought suspiciously, should the Frost Girl also take action?

Probably not?

For so long, this frost girl has been hiding from Hill, and she is very worried about the Winter Ring in Hill's hands.

In fact, she always knew where the one she made was, but unless there was a chance to be promoted to medium power, she would never look for it.

The Ring of Winter can only be used by the good camp, and Oruel, who has fallen and relegated, has no ability to absorb his original power.

She would never give Talos, the **** of the storm, who had been eyeing her eyes, a chance to swallow her own divine power.

In order not to meet Hill, the Frost Girl has not even crossed the ridge of the world on the side of Ice Wind Valley in Extreme Winter, which can best show her powerful strength in the past two years.

Hill didn't think Woking could dig her out.

Unless Talos comes forward in person, but that's impossible.

Talos dared to take a step into Icewind Valley, and Tempus, the **** of battle, would rush over and chop him.

He didn't say a word now, just in accordance with the temper of the **** of war, he would not bully the small with the big ones, as long as Woking didn't do anything to harm his believers, he would not directly attack them.

Orule has been so honest over the years, seeing her believers rely on killing chickens and sheep to complete their mission, all because she hopes that Tempus can look at these and continue to keep Talos out of the Northland.

There are many barbarian female priests, all of whom believe in her so that they can go out to find food in winter.

Sometimes her priests fight, it is possible that they are not calling Oruel, but Tampas, who has been accustomed to calling since childhood.

Hill finally set his sights on the mountain.

He suspected that it was Mura, the **** of slaughter.

This guy hates the gods of nature very much, and of course he is willing to kill nature's darling.

If this is the case, Hill glanced at the demigod vine that had been lying on the roof of the cloud house.

Ever since Ferranel swallowed the false god, she has been so lazy and dislikes moving.

But Hill knew how much she had benefited. The leaves that grew out of this period of time are all golden, not to mention the flowers and the filaments under the flowers that can penetrate into the human body.

Hill once tried to pull a flower from her, but it took a bit of effort.

That was still killing the vines and didn't have any defense against Hill at all. He plucked a flower and asked if the vines wanted more.

He estimated that unless it was a high-level warrior with a legendary weapon, other methods would not be able to touch a leaf of the killing vine.

Hill beckoned to her, and directly connected with her in the spirit sea: "The pseudo-god you swallowed last time, the prototype may be below."

The killing vines that were lying lazily, the flowers and leaves suddenly stood up together, she was so interested!

After following Hill, she would not be able to consume the blood of Beasts to advance, unless she was a brainless guy who took the initiative to look for things.

But the higher the level of Warcraft, the less likely it is to trouble Hill~www.mtlnovel.com~ Killing Vine feels that I can only rely on Hill's natural force to slowly wear it.

In fact, it's pretty good. She likes to sleep and doesn't like being disturbed.

But the harvest of the last world is so happy!

Swallowing such a powerful flesh and blood can actually get the blessing of nature, and killing the vines can't even dream of such a good thing!

When she did this before, she was struck by lightning!

Killing the vines loves that big horse monkey to death!

She swam down the roof of the cloud vigorously and landed next to Hill.

Hill made the cloud house sway above these guys a few times, and found out speechlessly that they didn't even feel at all.

Just dare to come out and intercept him?

The female knight in the red knight armor in the caravan next to it all found something wrong!

Chapter end