Hill, a child, has always been very protective of his family and friends, so his first reaction was to exclude him from the battle.
He can also understand Hill's distrust of his strength. After spending a long time with Toril's top combat powers, Hill probably has a hard time judging where the world's mainstream combat power lies.
After all, when he saw Embry, Hill would think that he was a weakling.
But Fran has observed the battle of the ocean goddess. If he were replaced by Trasil, he could at least fight the god of nobility, which is much stronger than the goddess of love!
However, Hill has indeed become a lot stronger in the years since he left Trasil...Although Trasil gave him very strong qualifications, it also seemed to restrict him.
However, Fran smiled softly, raised his hand and patted the obedient grandson on the back of his head: Could it be that after walking in the stars for so long, he is still the same person he used to be?
As long as a mage has a direction to move forward and becomes stronger, all he needs is energy and time... both of which are not lacking in the star realm.
That's why he directly took out his Wanfa Ball.
He knew that although Hill was somewhat out of touch with the normal vision of a mage, at least he had not made any mistakes in alchemy.
If you look at it carefully, you will understand that as long as Flan continues on the current path, Wanfa Ball will sooner or later become an existence that surpasses high-level artifacts.
You know, even though he knew that his Ten Thousand Magic Balls relied on his soul and spiritual sea, when he was in Abel, those giant dragons and the so-called originals also sent him a lot of materials one after another.
Fran nodded with satisfaction: after meeting again, he found that Hill had found his own direction, so he only asked Hill to read more books without saying anything else.
But... even though he could no longer guide Hill on his journey as a mage, at least on the road to alchemy, Hill still had to speed up his pace to catch up with him who had gone further.
"Let's set off!" A rare smile appeared on Frank's usually serious face, "It is my honor to participate in a battle of revenge for... us Trasil."
Then he looked steadily into the void, his eyes a little blurry: "Hill, the Fran family was once very powerful. At least, it can still provide me with the resources to learn spells after so many generations.
In Trasil, every noble family has knights who fought bravely. The foundation for the noble system of Trasil to be maintained for so many years is to be knighted for meritorious service.
And every declining big family..."
He suddenly shook his head and laughed: "Although the Perast family was unlucky because they were involved in the royal power struggle, generally speaking, the worst thing that happens to the loser is that they either follow the prince of their choice and leave the country.
Or, the whole family returns to the territory in despair, waiting for the next king to appear, and then look for opportunities again.
Generally speaking, unless you take people out to clear up wasteland, it is not that easy for a great knight to die young.
The nobles of Trasil have a much better life than those of Toril.
Therefore, people with noble background will always hate Warcraft the most.
For those like the Fran family who completely lost the chance to start over, they usually encountered a beast wave, and all the strong men in the family fell.
The remaining people... can only pray that the descendants of the family will become professionals, and dare not even think about whether there will be a day when the family can be revitalized.
This is how the Fran family suffered until the end... In the end, the entire family could only place all their hopes on me becoming a mage.
You should understand that in Trasil in the past, mage was not a common profession... Even Adrian, who was born in a noble family and had married a princess in his family, had to work hard to find a career for his youngest son.
Serious teacher.
But... the Fran family once had three titles!
In the end only the barony remained.
The pain of having my territory taken back has been lingering in me for the first half of my life, otherwise I would not have given up everything and gone to Salar. Staying there made me suffocate.
You see, Hill, for me, it's not just the pain of the world being invaded, but also... the hatred of the country and the hatred of the family."
Looking at his grandfather who sounded a little excited, Hill opened his eyes slightly, then gritted his teeth slightly and nodded quietly.
Purvi quickly and nimbly soared into the sky and flew towards the south.
The battle between Black Rose and Archmage Omar has now come to an end.
Whether it is Omar or Velsalun in his body, they have actually planned to give up... Velsalun is not Talos's subordinate now. It is one thing to help for some benefit, but it is another to completely expose himself.
Something's happened.
At least as long as he doesn't show his face, Mystra, who has started over, and may even be a different person, can't punish him for this reason.
The gods of Toril still have certain rules on the surface.
Of course, anyone can do something secretly, but midnight?
Those two tricks of hers are really...except for Azus, that guy who is restrained for the sake of his beloved lover, who can be useful to them?
Velshalon prayed from the bottom of his heart that the Midnight Maid could return to the Weave intact.
However, Velsharon is still a little unhappy... Next time you deal with the elves of Trasil, you must remember to change to an archmage's staff that mainly uses lightning beams.
Frost and fire don't seem to do much damage to them.
This is really weird... Aren't the attributes of elves all based on nature?
With a hint of anger, he hit the head of the undead leader who was jumping up and down, talking dirty, neither male nor female, neither old nor young... with the metal head of the Archmage's staff... A whirlwind took him with him.
Flying directly above the clouds.
After throwing down the last few bolts of lightning, Velshalon flew directly to the south without even looking down... Halua took away several Mystra soul carriers, and he had to go back and take a look.
.
Although he definitely has no interest, but... that insidious and cunning guy Savras always likes to use him to fight against Azuth. He might attack his territory. He has to go back and keep an eye on it.
He only has a few followers, but he can't afford to waste them.
The undead in Esmirtalland completely ignored the archmage who ran away at the last moment.
They quietly surrounded the clan leader who fell on the ground, whispering to each other blatantly.
"It's so accurate!" Xiaolu squatted on the ground and used his hammer to fiddle with his master's lifeless little body, "There are only nine lightning strikes in total, and my master can still catch three of them by running around!
I followed behind and didn't even add any blood~
What kind of human tragedy is this?"
"Those who have bad mouths will indeed be punished!" Ah Ba Ba also squatted aside and watched.
"Sister Liu said, if you don't pull up your bald head, don't blame her for deducting your combat merit." 'Chirp Wai Wai Wai Wai' said helplessly while flying in the air.
Although the bald head is unlucky to a certain extent...there are so many mages in the air!
In addition to being fast, that lightning really has no guidance ability.
After being pulled up, the 'perfect bald man' glared at his traitor: "Do you want to betray the master?"
He jumped on his feet and scolded the onlookers around him: "Why are you watching the excitement? Why don't you clean up the city quickly!"
Then let's quickly enter the swamp! Are you planning to wait for the old dog to come with his army to gain experience?
Mage group, move quickly! Freeze the swamp!"
‘Chirp Wai Wai Wai Wai’ flew down and whispered ‘Xiao Yoo Liu’’s instructions to him.
"Yoo~" the bald head sighed helplessly, "Forget it, that old dog is clearly plotting against us.
How long will it take for them to arrive?"
"It's estimated that there are still three hours left."
"Tell the old dog to let their mages fly faster, otherwise I won't even freeze in the swamp!" "Perfect Bald" said simply, "Also, remember to give us money to replenish the medicine.
I won’t count with him on Esmirtalan’s side, but I must count those on the other side of the swamp!
We won’t take advantage, but no one wants to let me suffer!”
‘Xueyunfeng’ agreed readily.
The swarming mage flew to the shores of Lake Esmere half an hour later.
The Amisiltalans, who were originally trembling because of the death of the hunting master, could no longer raise the mood to resist this time. Even if they were pushed into an obviously small house by the undead, it looked like
After being sent to a certain slaughterhouse, these people were very docile.
The 'Perfect Baldhead' who noticed this situation frowned, lowered his head and sent a message to 'Xueyunfeng': There is something wrong with the people here. They seem to be slaves who have been brainwashed for many years and no longer know how to resist.
But at first, I couldn't tell it at all and my daily life was quite normal.
'Xue Yunfeng' received the message and sneered. After replying, he turned around and shouted: "Hurry up! If you don't hurry up, you will have to eat the leftovers!"
The 'Perfect Baldhead' pondered the old dog's reply, shook his head and smiled: "Tell Nanfeng, no matter what you get, put it directly into the special space equipment.
Although it is difficult for us to be brainwashed, we should also pay attention to our animal companions.
Who knows if it can have any impact through the partner space!
Attention everyone! Keep your animal companions in your space and don’t let them out no matter how much they ask!
The rest of the battle can only be fought by ourselves!
Priests, from now on, release the light of purification every 10 minutes."
When ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ arrived with a large team of people, the swamp next to Esmere Lake had completely turned into thick ice.
He and the bald head looked at each other, and then directly commanded the people to rush into the swamp: "The Demon Cult takes the lead! Black Rose is second, and the Battlefield is at the end, rushing to the southeast!
Fuck! Who is the leader? Straighten your right hand and run in the direction of your little finger!"
"It's really, really skillful in making people feel distressed." The 'perfect bald man' who walked slowly to his side said mockingly, "You really know how to use your hands."
‘Xueyunfeng’ showed a friendly smile to the little loli below: “Ah, I don’t have a wife, but I have freedom.”