Hill really didn't expect that the human gods would be so defensive about Lansander.
Miriel has always been an optimist and can say such things. Does Lathandel have no other friends among the gods of Toril besides Selun?
"If this is the case, then the human gods will not consider coming here to develop believers." Linn lowered his head and couldn't help scratching his hair, "This also means that there cannot be anything in Aglaia City.
The temple.
In this case, it is impossible for the elves with relatively pure beliefs to live here.
No wonder Corellon only built the commercial district and residential district, not the aristocratic district."
"Why do you think the human gods would want to build a temple here?" Hill asked a little strangely, "All the people who come here are elves and half-elves, aren't they?"
Coming directly to compete with the elven gods for elven and half-elf believers, human gods like Toril would probably not be so brave.
You know, except for Rose's ex-boyfriend who repented before entering the abyss, elves do not have weak magical powers.
Several of their demigods are more powerful than the feeble gods in other pantheons.
Lin En smiled strangely: "However, there is a college area on the drawing, which is complete from a junior college that teaches literacy to various vocational colleges.
Unlike Silvermoon City where there are only mages and alchemists, this is an all-professional academy.
Hill, there are not only humans and elves, dwarfs and dwarves, but also various professions of elves." He pointed to the thick folder in Hill's hand, "This is not like it is only about Corellon and the elven pantheon.
I was surprised by how complete the bard's subjects were, not only from Miriel, but also from the dancing goddess.
I am really familiar with the names of the future lecturers above!
What happened?
I asked Miriel and he asked me to come directly to you and tell you that you know better."
Hill raised his head and glanced at Linn in surprise, then quickly opened the folder and looked through it carefully.
The Bard College in Silvermoon City has been standing there for thousands of years. Some of the lecturers were even there when the college was founded, but their names also appear on the list of this new college.
"What did Mystra do again?" Hill murmured, "Some time ago, although the gods of the Harper Alliance were dissatisfied, they only secretly supported Corellon in causing trouble for her!
This is just going into battle shirtless, it’s a complete fall out!”
"Although the things about Kelburn are indeed uncomfortable, Alustriel's performance is pretty good!" Linn asked, "This can't be entirely blamed on Mystra? Why is the Faerun God System treating her like this?
Are you dissatisfied?"
"Lynn." Hill said as he lowered his head and flipped through the documents, "The second goddess of magic wants to restrict only those uncontrolled mages.
And now this person hopes that everything in the magic network of the gods will be controlled by her.
Even Miriel, who has a broad heart, would not be willing to let the goddess of magic know everything she says and does.
He has always talked a lot, but has he talked less recently?
Otherwise he wouldn't let you ask me."
Linn asked in fright, "Is she crazy?"
Hill also felt that Mystra was a little too anxious.
A thought suddenly flashed through Hill's mind, but the more he thought about it, the more likely it became. He whispered: "As Mystra, there is indeed something wrong with her doing this.
But as Midnight, she is very likely to do so.
Lynn, she hates the gods.
You know, in her original life, she had comrades-in-arms and a lover.
In the eyes of the gods, their sacrifices during the turbulent years were already great.
But humans are more innocent.
How many lives were lost during the turbulent years!
Midnight seems to miss her past very much.
As a result, now, friends who were once very close to each other have betrayed, betrayed, and loved ones have turned against each other.
She still has to guard the magic net that will lock her up forever for the gods.
In fact, she has been unwilling to give up the midnight mage in her heart, otherwise, the magic network would have assimilated her into the neutral camp.
Although her actions are extreme, they are fundamentally good for the Magic Network.
Now that the powers of the gods have been restricted, it will indeed be difficult for Toril's magic network to cause trouble again.
Moreover, the most important thing is that it can limit the use of the magic network by evil gods, and the shadow magic network will be weakened a lot because of this.
To put it bluntly, this is her power as the goddess of magic.
Even AO can't accuse her of being overly conscientious."
Hill was silent. If he could think of this, then it was impossible for gods like Toril not to think of it.
No wonder Shar calculated so easily.
AO might have been able to push things along. Not only did she give Midnight a lesson, making her completely give up on becoming the real Mystra, but she also directly took back the Shadow Weave that had escaped her control.
Apart from AO being satisfied, the gods who were frightened by this incident were actually not much better.
The believers were thrown to every corner of Faerûn. In the following years, who was not busy working to finish off Mystra!
As a result, Mystra was unwilling to die and died twice before she gave up her identity as Midnight.
So the world of Toril is really uncomfortable.
So many lives were lost just to teach a goddess who was unwilling to give up her humanity.
Hill looked indifferent and put away the documents in his hand. Lin En didn't understand the magic circle and didn't find the real key point in the drawing.
"How long has it been since this happened!" Lin En was very puzzled, "Why did she have an attack at this time?"
"At that time, the relationship between the God of Death and her was still very close." Hill said coldly, "You know, as the God of Death, Kelanvor would actually insist on an alliance with Mystra. It was really insistent."
"Damn it!" Linn cursed, knowing that the two of them had turned against each other later.
No wonder the current God of Death, that Klanvor, doesn't move at all.
He must know why Mystra went crazy. Midnight has always hoped to restore her love with Kelanvor, but the frustrated Death is unwilling to see her again.
No one knows what the problem between them is, but everyone knows that the responsibility cannot be on Kelanvor. After all, it is him who closes the door and refuses guests, and it is Mystra who always wants to knock on the door.
Hill sighed: "The human gods haven't shown it so obviously, but the gods of other races really just pointed at Mystra and cursed.
These bards are also half-elves, but actually the God of Knowledge and Miriel still left room for her to regret it."
"Hill, do you think she will give up?" Lynn whispered, "Nothing can happen to the magic network again, it is too dangerous. Even if we can be safe, what about our loved ones?
No one can guarantee that relatives and friends will be in a safe place when something happens!"
He looked a little panicked, and Hill realized that he was worried about his relatives in the navy.
"At least there won't be any problems in the next few years." Hill comforted him and said, "Besides, it's impossible for the gods to fight her directly. They are just expressing their dissatisfaction."
As for the great collapse 10 years later, Hill remembered that Mystra continued the practice of the second generation of magic goddesses and used their electors as anchors of the magic network. As long as she was resurrected fast enough, there would be at most displacements in various parts of the world.
.
It was only the civilians who were unlucky, and the slightly more powerful professionals basically survived.
Hill has been in Toril for several years and has not dared to interact with civilians, just for this reason.
If the common people in this world can't find a way to rise, their lives will really be worse than those of Trasil's rabbits before.
Even if you die, you won't get any attention.
Only when it is massacred by the evil camp or the city dies, will it appear as the background in the cold text.
But as an outsider, Hill really couldn't do anything.
The nature of the world of Toril determines all this.
It is also impossible for him to stay in this world forever like Tyr and transform himself from a passionate god of warriors into the repressive and incomplete god of justice he is now.
Hill actually knows very well that he will only fight desperately for Trahill, that is his home.
Toril is just a passing tourist destination for him. If something really happened, he would just run away with the people he cares about.
Hill just checked the plan provided by the space-time artifact, and he noticed the most critical point:
If the earthquake cracks, this city can break free from the land below and exist independently.
In the complex magic circle diagram handed over to Hill, the bottom, which is covered by layers of cover, reaches as deep as an awl into the ground. Around and inside the awl, there are magic circles similar to the bottom of the floating mountain.
Hill laughed: "When you have time, you can inquire with the 'Trasil Elves' and ask them if they have an ultimate mission, which is to find the Nese Scroll and the energy secreter core of the floating city."
As expected, the God of Time and Space also knows what will happen to Toril in 10 years, and it makes more sense to use this as the main reason for the undead to come to this world.
Lin En suddenly laughed: "It turns out they want to find the inheritance of the great arcanist!
No wonder so many elves are willing to come.
We still find it strange how much Corellon paid to be able to hire him!"
Hill blinked. The elf never seemed to think that he had to sacrifice his life for the call of the Lord God.
That is a matter for devout believers and has nothing to do with ordinary elves.
Even Corellon, the father of elves, no one is willing to pay such a high price across the world before providing enough benefits.
But if it is to obtain the core of Myser, these elves come to do competitive exploration tasks, which seems normal to them.
If you want to make big money, you have to pay a price!
Moreover, Linn and the others knew about Corellon sending travel expenses to these 'Trasil elves'.
Did Corellon change the name of the 'undead' on purpose?
He secretly didn't know what he was planning. No wonder his messenger almost lived next to the time and space artifact.
This is intended to come at any time so that he can communicate with the controller opposite the artifact!
What benefits did he give to make William work so hard?
It must be William, the God of Time and Space shouldn't be so idle... right?