The battle situation took an unbelievable turn... The steel dragon that Shar was guarding against had internal strife.
However, Shar now would rather fight against these dozens of dragons.
She sat silently on the chair, looking at the big spider facing her across the muddy pond... Tsk, if you have the ability, jump over!
What are you doing there?
Not many undead came, but there were still a few hundred running over on bigger wild boars.
Their faces were expressionless, no, their expressions were fixed in the same pattern... Shar remembered William saying that it was when the undead lowered their sensory nerves to the lowest possible level.
It is estimated that even what you see in front of you has turned into a lake.
It’s really... rare and enviable!
Shar silently put on the hood of her dark cloak and added a black velvet veil in front of her face...Thanks to Velen for reminding her that a veil can be made of more than just silk.
Although Selune has added the power of purification to each pig, and the wild boars in Trasil have always been highly poison-resistant, as owners, the Black Rose family is not so rest assured.
Even if these pigs can eat and give birth, they can go bankrupt at any time and have to send the piglets and lambs to the family, but that is how they have raised the piglets and lambs to the lawless appearance they are now... Who dares to say anything about them?
pig, that is a life-and-death feud.
However, they also know very well that when they can have fun in the mud, their cute baby pig will never remember that there is an owner on his back.
Therefore, except for some older pig owners who have become immune to the mire, others still gave up following their pigs.
This also means that the undead who are qualified to follow their own pigs here as representatives are almost all the earliest members of the year... The hundreds of thousands of pigs here are almost all their big pigs.
of future generations.
If it were not possible to turn off the perception system, these people would probably rather give up the opportunity to make this big money... Selune is really willing to give up money, but sometimes money is not that important.
Hundreds of undead rode tall wild boars, surrounded by a few family managers holding oil paintings, and slowly patrolled the mud pond.
The giant slug wandered around the periphery of the mud pond for a while, then suddenly sprang up and tried to attack the wild boars in the mud pond.
However, his movements were instantly stopped by the almost non-stop puddles of mud... The huge slug shook its body desperately, and the smelly mud was splashed everywhere.
The black spider that happened to be standing nearby immediately danced its claws rapidly and nimbly dodged every muddy speck.
"Ah... I didn't expect that you still know what dirty is! Rose." Shar's slightly deeper voice sounded faintly... It seems that the velvet scarf she condensed with her divine power also has the effect of a voice changer.
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"Hiss..." The big spider had no intention of speaking human words at all. He just quickly walked around the quagmire and rushed towards Shar.
After being a few hundred meters away from Shar, the big spider suddenly jumped into the air, and a bunch of spider silk spewed out and condensed into a thick black rope, and it fiercely whipped towards the seat of Sakoshier where Shar was sitting.
The purple-red slug that was being attacked by the wild boars suddenly disappeared.
The wild boars looked around blankly, and some of them had bad tempers and almost charged towards the giant spider... Fortunately, they were managed by their ancestral master, and after several scoldings, they were still able to suppress their impulse.
Black Rose's mission seems to be just this part of the quagmire.
Hill looked carefully and found the figure of 'Nan Feng'. Because they were both wearing specially made armor, the boar he sat on and the leisurely sow next to him were larger than the others surrounding them.
The pig is slightly larger and less obvious.
'Nanfeng' did not hold an oil painting in his hand, but had been observing the surroundings vigilantly... Judging from his eyes that were more alert than others, this gentleman who has been with the Duke all year round did not have his perception at the lowest level.
On the black spider silk ropes connected to the black spiders several stories high, a thick purple mist slowly emerged, and gradually expanded into a mist cloud spanning 3 meters. In the center of the mist cloud was a
Huge golden eyes.
It seems that Ghaunadaur was indeed swallowed by Lolth, and there was almost no resistance... Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to emerge directly from the spider silk of Lolth's incarnation. It is estimated that even if this slug is still alive, there will only be so much left.
A little bit. Soon I can go to the star realm to find the company of other dead gods.
Shar was really in a bit of a dilemma this time.
Rose's idea of using Ghaunadaur to disgust her was actually ruined... Even this mud god would not be able to create another one in such a stinky and poisonous mud pond that easily.
Shar also understood why Selune went to the undead to take action... The Moon Girl was not afraid of the poison, but she also didn't want to smell the stench.
If there were no undead people to help, her sister might just flee back to the Kingdom of God.
Shar had no doubts about Selune's feelings for him... In this situation, there wasn't much at all.
Fortunately, the most troublesome part has been solved by the undead. Gee, Rose is also a female elf?
No wonder she fell... Isn't the best virtue of an elf a mysophobia?
Shar couldn't help but think about it. She imagined that one person fighting three gods alone turned into this embarrassing scene because of Rose's shamelessness... All her style and courage were lost in front of that stinking quagmire.
No more left.
Fortunately, she wanted to use this incident to establish a new image... But now, which god watching from the outside would think that she, Shar, can no longer be easily provoked?
I'm still afraid of Rose.
Shar was in a very unhappy mood.
Fortunately, she only needs to deal with the cooperation between Rose and Ghaunadaur now, and she doesn't have to worry about being dragged into a quagmire by these two guys if she is not careful.
However... Shar commanded the Seat of Sakoshiel beneath her to nimbly escape from the purple-filled long rope... Her calculation was perfect, and now she was just short of the last step, what should I do if she didn't want to continue?
Even when she heard the spider laughing "jiejie", Shar was not very willing to let the rope touch the chair she was sitting on... She still wanted to use it in the future!
Shar was really worried that she would never want to use this thing again after letting something so smelly, dirty, and stupid like Ghaunadaur touch her!
Although she has made a promise not to use it easily, Shar does not want to be completely unable to use it!
Deterrence is always necessary!
Now she can only think about Calimshan's Temple of the Ancient Night... Putting this chair in the maze and trapping Amaunata's subordinates is probably the only way to reuse it.
well!
Sure enough, no matter how much calculation you make, problems will arise once you encounter something without intelligence.
"Quack, quack, quack~" Lansander on the floating castle almost laughed like a big white goose.
Hill silently looked at the unscrupulous Lord of the Morning... Alas, the guy who doesn't control his emotions at all, really has a happier life!
Didn't he want to laugh when he saw Shar's rare dilemma?
It's a pity that he still has sense.
"Sure, Shar really had some plot on that chair!" The Sun Peacock laughed enough, flapped its wings, and said cheerfully, "I just didn't expect that it would be Ghaunadaur.
This fun... is enough for me to laugh until Mystra falls next time."
Hill looked at the unabashed Lansander in shock... Although Mystra did die several times, can this be said?
That person hasn't gone back yet! You've already cursed him next time!
The Lord of the Morning didn't feel Hill's shock at all, and just tilted his head and said: "Shar probably won't be able to bear it for long.
But this time, Rose may become her eternal enemy~
Tsk tsk, Selune and I could only force her to promise not to use the chair unless necessary. I was actually quite worried that Shardo would take advantage of it!
Rose, on the other hand, was really helpful!
In the future, maybe the promotion orders received by those Night Cloaks will not be to assassinate the priests and high-level believers of Selûne, but to kill the drow who believe in Rose!"
Hill said hesitantly: "It has been several years since the Night Girl has considered killing Moon Maiden's believers as a task for the Dark Night Messenger to advance."
Ransander laughed "hehe" twice: "But her believers must still have an enemy that will never stop fighting.
A killer in the shadows cannot become a dancer in the moonlight so willingly.
They still have to stay in the shadows.
There’s no way Shar wouldn’t know this.”
Hill raised an eyebrow... After discovering the relationship between Shar and William, the Lord of the Dawn didn't really sleep! He had already considered so many things.
"Damn Rose!" Shar suddenly shouted angrily, and flew up, leaving the seat of Zacosil, which was touched by the purple smoke, to the long rope woven with spider silk.
The black spider waved its two forelimbs proudly, and the long rope sticking to the stone throne quickly shrank back... Ghaunadaur had detached from the long rope, turning into a deep black-purple smoke, spreading wider and wider.
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Then a huge body stood out from the smoke...a giant tree rope demon with more than 10 long purple tentacles and standing on its hind legs appeared in place.
Hill couldn't help but swallowed. Looking at the monster waving tentacles more than ten meters long, with hollow barbs like teeth on the tentacles, he suddenly admired Rose sincerely.
She likes to use female capital so much, but she can swallow this thing without any care! And she uses it quite comfortably.
How many men claim that they are not afraid of getting dirty, smelly, or suffering, but they cannot be so ruthless!
At least he definitely couldn't do it... Hill turned around and looked at Lansander, who cherished his golden feathers very much... Although he was shameless, the Lord of the Dawn certainly couldn't do this.
This chapter has been completed!