In Toril, building a floating mountain is actually not a difficult task, but whether it is the cave-like floating mountain where Taili's biological parents lived, or the inverted mountain-top floating city that Master Halua is used to, there is one biggest problem.
The trouble... They must first find a beautiful, unowned mountain and cut it out.
This used to be easy, but as the number of people in Toril increases, things become more and more troublesome, and there are more and more powerful people who like to live in seclusion, it becomes too difficult to find a suitable mountain.
Moreover, there will be a large number of Druids and Maura believers who will pursue them because of their harm to nature... Therefore, the current Floating Mountain is basically inherited.
The closest one is Terry's mother's. After all, no one would go to two ancient dragons to discuss the issue of destroying the natural environment.
Neither do the Maura believers... But their explanation for this is that the dragon is originally a part of the natural cycle.
Humans are not.
Although this funny explanation has no value other than proving their cowardice, even Maura didn't say a word... Who makes the animal summoning and claw attack they are good at having no effect on the dragon!
But this matter is not even a problem for Hill.
With a wave of his hand, he reunited the tattered sand and gravel soil of the Neverwinter Mountains into a particularly beautiful island with a height of 100 meters and a radius of 500 meters. Not only was the ground covered with nutritious
Volcanic ash and a large amount of soil have piled up a beautiful black earth, and there is even enough underground space and passages to accommodate the magic circle lines.
After all, this is Toril, and the future user is the goddess of magic... Maybe she will want to add enough power devices to the floating island.
Although the condensation of Mythra's energy core requires very strong original energy, it is still easy for Mythra.
Hill really wanted to see with his own eyes how the other party created this kind of energy body.
Although he had made up his mind to go to the Lordless Star Realm to get this thing, but... he was still a little worried because he had never done it.
Fran looked at the formed island, then looked up at the luminous spar raised in the air by Hill: "Let's continue working in the air!
The light in the darkness really attracts monsters.
On the contrary, birds, as long as they still have some intelligence, will not toss in the dark for this little light.
You build the main part of the castle, and I'll do the rest."
Hill smiled and took out his magic book: "Okay, Grandpa."
"Don't you need to take care of that city in the north?" Fran asked lightly, "I remember that it also belongs to you?"
Hill looked back at Luskan, who was in a bit of trouble, and shook his head gently: "If necessary, they will seek help from the Undead Alchemy Hall... As long as they leave the Snow Palace, they can get there directly.
But they didn't.
Whatever the reason, I promised Lyra Luskan autonomy.
As long as they don't speak, I won't let anyone do anything.
Luskan, what I'm really concerned about has actually been divided... It's the front line against the orcs, which is actually the director of the Knights of Justice in Tyr, assisted by the priests of Tempus.
As long as other gods in Toril are willing to contribute to this matter, they can apply to the Temple of Tyr.
As for the rest... Laila and her subordinates, as long as they are not greedy for my money, then I don't have to worry about them."
Fran shook his head strangely: "It doesn't look like a rebellion, it seems like something happened and someone is making trouble.
If there weren't any lights in Luskan, I wouldn't have noticed."
"Edna... no, I should say little Edna's mother is there." Hill said with a cold face, "Maybe you can't stand it after discovering Edna's identity?"
Fran looked at him doubtfully.
"Not every mother is like Princess Spencer." Hill smiled, "Although little William's life is not good, at least he has a good mother."
Fran pondered for a while and then said: "Then...you...aren't you more..."
"Melanie is not a good mother, but a qualified mother is already above the standard in aristocratic society." Hill laughed and said, "I don't have to say whether you love me or not, at least give me everything you should give me.
Already.
I am old enough to understand many things.
How should I put it... It's not her fault that she doesn't love me, and it's not my fault either.
All I can say is that the wrong time and the wrong marriage created the wrong ending.
But, at least...she gave me a good grandfather."
Fran blinked his eyes and shook his head slightly: "No, I'm not a good person.
If you were like Perast, I should give you a sum of money and leave you alone.
If...you are like Melanie, then I will definitely send you to the countryside and lock you up."
Hill really laughed out loud this time: "Then... thank me for returning to my ancestors?"
Fran smiled and shook his head. Neither of them planned to take a look at the Luskan lady who seemed unable to accept the reality.
Naturally, you have to accept the consequences of your own decision, even if the gods cannot take the medicine of regret.
The relatively peaceful continent of Faerûn and the Chult Peninsula almost seem to be divided into two worlds.
The two beast-headed gods are still attacking the original storm crazily... They are no longer trying to do anything to Edna in the center of the storm, but they want to reduce the original power absorbed by Edna.
You can tell at a glance that there is someone behind them...otherwise they wouldn't have done such a thankless thing.
Just with their demigod power, how effective can it be!
The Wizard of the Twin Towers, standing there all the time, must have someone to rely on... especially Monica who has the courage to stand not far from Manx.
Manx, who had been observing the battle situation and thinking about what would happen, was suddenly startled. He couldn't help but look back at the sea: there were so many giant ships that they almost covered the entire strait... The undead seemed to have moved out as a whole.
Standing in mid-air, condescendingly, she could even see giant ships connected head to tail coming from the north and east.
Manx has no interest in the undead. Of course, that's because she felt that this race seemed to be running wild, but in fact it was very orderly... Even if she didn't understand this order, the Toril people found it incredible, but
Order is order.
Such a race may enter hell, but will never join the bottomless abyss.
That's enough.
What she lacks now is an honest and obedient strong man, a substitute for those nine hell lords who always want to be the boss... Demons of this level like the undead are everywhere in hell.
Where there are not enough people, it is impossible to fight a bloody battle with the abyss. If you can't even understand this and really believe that hell is short of people to work, then... it will only be worthy of becoming the food of the evil demons.
Although the abyss and hell are essentially hostile, if they were to act according to their nature, how could they only fight on the first level of each other?
It's true to vent your hatred, it's more true to use various means to train your troops, and then consume the strength of the lords of the abyss and hell.
Manx and the Abyss Consciousness have actually reached an agreement on a certain aspect. When something goes wrong between the two sides, the bloody battle will stop, and the other side will not pursue the victory... Instead, it will be the guys from Paradise Mountain who will take the opportunity to attack
They were deadly.
Ha~
It's evil... If your subordinates are too idle, they will be looking for trouble themselves.
The most lacking thing in hell is always food, in every sense of the word.
But food, this kind of thing, is available everywhere, but there is no need to offend powerful enemies for it. The gods behind the undead are still enough to cause certain damage to hell.
It's not cost-effective to move them.
If the number of undead exceeds 2 billion, Manx will probably be tempted.
At least he could have a small bloody battle and send away a few Dukes of Hell who had offended him.
So she just looked curiously at the crowds of people rushing onto the island... It was really interesting. Wouldn't they just cut down all the forests that were burning due to the volcanic eruption in front of them?
While clearing a road to the Flame Peaks, they also created isolation belts, divided up patches of green forest, and even sent escaped animals to those safe green spaces.
These elves from another world are really much better than Toril... ah, those trash on Evermeet Island.
If the Moonflower Queen hadn't been there for so many years, Rose would have been allowed to play until the whole army was annihilated.
Manx suddenly shook his head vigorously... Damn it! Now when I think about that big spider, I feel sick to my stomach... What kind of shit are in the bottomless abyss!
Monica looked at the Devil Duke who suddenly moved because he didn't know what he saw, and couldn't help but take two steps back.
Of course she also saw the Trashil elves rushing onto the Chult Peninsula.
But after such a long time, the strong men in Toril all understand that as long as the undead are not given the opportunity to lock them in a confined space, professionals above level 35 do not need to be afraid of them at all.
She didn't think the undead were coming here for them either.
Could it be that they want to completely destroy the Amn Navy?
That's not bad.
Compared to the undead, Monica hates those guys who used Andre to cause trouble in order to hold back the royal family of Amn... Anyone who wants to understand how they ended up where they are today knows that this is their internal fighting.
The result of the fight.
Although their family has not thought about using this to cause trouble...but the enemy will always carry the responsibility.
Monica, who didn't take the undead to heart, looked at Manx hesitantly, and then carefully observed Mystra who was still in the original storm... Is there something wrong that she didn't see?
Damn it, she really didn’t notice it at all!
The female mage couldn't help but explore everything around her carefully, fearing that there would be any unexpected problems... Although the biggest surprise was Mystra's true identity.
Edna tilted her head slightly, she seemed to feel it, Sister Sanda Wang?
Have the undead come to Chult?
It's not easy to fight here, right?
"What are you thinking about?" Midnight shouted angrily, "You are working hard! Look how big you have grown!
Damn it, where does Heitong get the support?
Those losers in Halua can’t do it!”
This chapter has been completed!