Chapter five hundred and fifty first self-deceiving Lynn
Hill remembered that Corellon didn't seem to be planning to open a temple in this city.
He flipped through a few letters and found these letters. He just tentatively asked Hill if he needed help.
Only after he asked for help did he hear more.
However, he felt that it wouldn't take long for these probing hands to be withdrawn neatly.
Especially after discovering how well the people of the Church of the Dawn get along with these ‘Trasil Elves’ as if they were biological brothers.
Lansander has always been very approachable and often visited some of the elven imperial courts. Many elven nobles regarded him as a brother of life and death.
Therefore, Lansander's plan to make himself the main god actually involved the followers of the elven gods.
After all, Toril is a world where multiple faiths coexist. Just like Linn, although he is a priest of Myriel, he also believes in Corellon and another elf god.
Miriel doesn't care about this either.
Otherwise, the two elven empires would not have perished together, with a population of tens of millions or hundreds of millions.
Otherwise, why would the elves and gods have no choice but to recognize it on their own and not bother Lansander at all.
Those elves also actively participated on their own initiative.
At that time, the elves had expanded to the point where they wanted to create an independent god system of their own. If Lansander accounted for six points of the fault, the elven kings and nobles who wanted to become gods also accounted for the other four points.
Of course, fate also gave them a big slap in the face.
The elves will decline to the point where even demons cannot deal with them, simply because of the sudden drop in population.
It would be great if the elves and gods could keep their divine power at that time.
Especially some gods who were mainly based on faith had no time to care about them. Before they fell asleep completely, Corellon reacted quickly and directly opened a new path for them in another world.
However, at that time, the elves and gods, who were almost betrayed by their own believers, actually had no interest in saving those rebellious elves who wanted to be equal to them.
The reason why Evermeet Island is in its current situation is actually due to the complicated relationship that has continued since the Dawn Disaster. Except for the Elf Gods, who have a good attitude towards the Elf Queen, the other royal members actually don't pay much attention to it.
Otherwise, with the care of the gods, the former Elf King would never have been killed in the royal hall, which was the most tightly guarded place besides the king's palace.
No matter how large the number of ‘Trasil elves’ are, the elves and gods who have been bitten by a dog once will not be able to join in the fun again.
Hill waited for these popes to write again and swallowed all the previous temptations.
Compared with these things, Hill, who was standing on the terrace watching, was more concerned about the fact that the undead who had received the rewards for the construction mission had begun to happily set off to the south in groups.
Is this going to deep water? Is Corellon so direct?
"Sir, Corellon united with some gods from the good camp to issue a mission to the undead: 'thoroughly investigate the source of the plague poison'. Corellon suggested that they start from the nearest Waterdeep City, mainly to investigate the time they came here to dig for treasure.
What is the current situation of those people, and whether they are still alive." Liszt appeared behind Hill, "There are still two tasks, which Corellon issued alone: to collect the refugees and remains of Myth Drannor. And to attack.
Kill all the evil-aligned Arcanists of the City of Shadows."
Hill suddenly turned his head: "No exception?"
"Corellon believes that those with exceptions cannot still stay on the continent of Faerûn. Everyone knows that what will happen next is the crazy revenge of elves and goblins. People who have nothing to do with this matter should have left long ago."
Liszt lowered his head and said.
"There is no news from Mis Drannor. If any great arcanist really gets it, others will definitely publicize the details. They can't let one person profit alone.
Does Corellon know anything?" Hill asked thoughtfully.
"I don't necessarily know the reason why Gintama City went crazy, but I know it must be related to something from Mis Drannori. And, given the current situation, anyone would guess that it might be related to the Nese Scroll.
These remnants from the Nether Era, the only things they could sacrifice for the floating city were basically the same.
The scroll of Nese, and the relics of the great mage who tricked the first generation of magic goddess." Liszt sighed, "Of course Corellon would also have this kind of speculation, and he also issued a permanent acquisition mission: from Mis.
He buys everything from Zhuo Nuo."
Corellon's purpose is obvious, as long as you are unhappy, I will be happy.
The arcane masters of Shadow City have been working there for so long, and they have killed most of the demons underground. Of course, they have also suffered heavy injuries.
Especially those dozen city lords, almost all of them were injured, but no one left.
In fact, everyone in Faerûn has already guessed what they are looking for. If it weren't for the great wizards like Shadow City who are best at shadow spells, thieves from all over the continent would have gathered there.
But even so, the news from the Harpers also proves that many shadow masters in the city have secretly disappeared.
For example, those who killed the Wojin Favorites in Silvermoon City.
After Hill took control of the Mystic Lock, she deeply understood one thing. Even if Alustriel gave up the position of Lord of Silver Moon City, the control of the Mystic Lock would still be in her hands.
Otherwise, the subordinates of the Silver Moon City Lord would not be running around like headless chickens, trying to win over a new strong man when they saw him, but their methods were so clumsy.
And Alustriel, who sees everything, is even less likely to hand over the power of Mysau to such an immature heir.
If the controller of the Mystery Chain does not have enough self-control, it is easy for them to embark on the path of a tyrant. It is too easy for them to know the little secrets in the dark.
Hill is now trying his best to forget that he still has a mysterious lock in his hand, and is very supportive of the residents moving to the city behind.
If his curiosity exceeded his reason, Hill himself didn't know if he would be peeping.
He still hopes to keep a little bit of his character.
"Sir, Mr. Linn is here." Liszt said softly, "He wants to discuss with you how to manage the newly built city."
"Invite him in."
Hill returned to his desk and looked at Lin who opened the door and smiled: "You can find a place to sit by yourself!"
He sat comfortably and then asked Linn in confusion, "What else is there to ask? Of course, only elves are allowed to live in the city built by Corellon's people.
It would be better if humans stayed here at the port."
Lin En glanced at the big sofa in front of the desk. Hill must have received more than one god. There was already a strange pressure on that sofa, and it felt a little complicated.
He reluctantly found the chair next to him and sat down. He smiled bitterly and said, "Let's not talk about it for now. Hill, why don't you just put this sofa here? With such heavy pressure, do you think anyone would dare to sit on it?"
Hill hesitated for a moment and then suddenly realized that because he had the blessings of the land of Trasil, the sun and the silver moon, he actually did not feel any mental pressure.
Moreover, he is inherently divine. Unless someone specifically puts pressure on him, Hill really cannot feel the pressure of ordinary divine power.
"Sorry, Lynn." Hill said with some embarrassment, "I just ignored it because I couldn't feel it."
Lin En couldn't help but shook his head: "It's so stressful to be friends with you! It's really strange. You don't look like a natural demigod at all, but you seem to be a little more powerful than the one I've seen."
"The real natural demigods should actually be Taslin Valadi, the god of swordsingers, and Alaslin Delana, the goddess of spells and runes." Hill said with a smile, "The other so-called demigods
Gods are actually legendary powerful men with no divinity, and cannot be considered true gods.
Such demigods can only look at their professional level. Even if they have divinity, they still have to work hard.
And I can call myself a natural mage, so of course my level is pretty good."
He didn't say much. Of course, Hill could guess who the demigods the Harper would see were. They were all the bloodlines left by the gods on the land of Toril when they transformed into saint forms.
Although it can also be said that they are demigods, legendary mages can easily kill them, just like those demigod monsters in Trasil.
Linn thought about it carefully and soon understood what Hill meant. Those people could only be regarded as descendants of gods, not natural demigods.
It's just that everyone has become accustomed to respecting beings with divinity as demigods.
Lin En laughed: "This is the only time you make me feel that you are really a mage. But are you actually a warlock? I really can't tell."
The undead will always reveal their true nature so quickly!
"Warlock is a natural profession, and mage is my part-time job." Hill could only answer with a smile.
Lin En took out a thick stack of paper from his space ring and handed it to Hill: "There are many types of warlocks. Only those with the blood of gods like you have the confidence to work part-time.
This is the city plan that Corellon asked Rashriel to send. I don't understand it a bit. He doesn't seem to be planning to allow temples of other gods to enter the new city of Aglaia.
Moreover, he doesn’t plan to build his own temple, he just plans to build a forest altar on the other side of the forest and let Rashriel guard it.”
Hill tilted his head: "What do you think about the undead?"
"Very hard-working! Although he likes to joke, he works really hard, much better than the elves." Linn praised, "If the elves do so much work at once, they will probably have to run away."
Hill blinked before reorganizing his words. He thought of the most likely way to make an elf alert: "Lansendre's followers are also very capable."
The satisfied smile on Lin En's face gradually disappeared.
"Didn't you see the mission issued by the followers of Lansendre?" Hill asked softly, "Besides, he comes so frequently, you should have seen it!"
"No, I have been trying to hint to myself that it is a big peacock." Linn said decisively, "Miriel told me that the Lord of the Dawn has been doing something secretly recently and told me to stay away.
If I get involved, don't blame him for banishing me directly."
