"Why are the Trasil elves so strange? Why don't they feel confused and shaken because the enemy they face has changed?" Vera's little face was filled with question marks, "If they think they can't deal with that wizard
If it’s a demon... then they weren’t happy because of his disappearance?”
In the world of the undead, bosses that are likely to be unbeatable must run away, and it is only natural to leave a small boss that they can deal with before leaving... However, it is impossible for Hill to say this.
He just smiled and said: "They have been to several worlds before coming to Toril... They have very rich combat experience, so this change will not surprise them."
Vera tilted her head and said disapprovingly: "But they will scream crazily when the swan fairy turns into a little person... Feila almost fell out of the air when she heard it for the first time... They are louder than the dwarfs.
It’s still big.”
Hill looked at Vera with strange eyes. What did the little flower fairy do before to be able to remember the dwarf's voice so deeply... It's definitely not because of the curse words. The dwarf's saliva can't compare to the little leprechaun. That's how bad it is.
The master of lies and foul mouth.
Generally speaking, the easiest way to deal with that thing is to silence them first.
Although dwarfs are indeed an easily agitated race, they generally don't scream angrily... Well, forget it, he'd better not ask... When Vera occasionally mentions things in the past, she will talk about the notorious person.
The leprechaun god, a good boy would never deal with that thing.
And Hill could tell that the little leprechaun god had suffered a loss at the hands of Vera, so he later helped Titania cheat Vera.
He said softly: "In the world of the Trasil elves, there is no conflict between the experience of hundreds of battles and a life full of surprises.
If Vera can do this, he will definitely become a very good leader."
Hill leaned on the table, holding his cheek with his right hand, smiling gently to the left side. Although he couldn't see Vera swinging on his long hair, he hoped that Vera could feel his sincerity.
As long as she is still full of love for life, Vera still has half a hope of getting rid of the struggle for power...when the sun god returns to his throne.
Vera swung lightly on the swing a few times: "I will learn hard... I want to be the most perfect queen, a completely different queen from Titania!"
An unpleasant howl suddenly came from the direction of the screen... It was the sound of the undead, the wail that the undead can only make before death.
Hill suddenly turned his head to look at the giant screen: the head of the King of Skeletons surrounded by knights had been killed.
Before the cheers of the undead could subside, a dark black light erupted from the head that had been firing skeletons in flames at the crowd. The body of the skeleton lying on the ground suddenly decomposed and flew up, rushing directly towards the head.
The attacks of those undead who reacted quickly failed, but the glowing skull was unable to attack at all... During the reorganization, this undead seemed to exist in another space.
But his attack did not stop, but became more violent. The undead people shot by the bone arrows suffered heavy losses...if it were not for the holy rain that kept falling in the sky, more people would probably die.
The Bihan skeleton on the other side was almost madly releasing endless cold bone arrows, and the undead people nearby had to choose to avoid them as they strafed the sky.
In just a short time, almost everything around the two heads was cleared.
The voice of 'Xue Yunfeng' sounded: "E*! Does this damn one still have three lives? The main T surrounds the black light one first! Hurry up! The one who is slow and can't stand in the front row will take the other head!
Everyone else, give up the front row! How many sticks do you think you can handle?
Knights with protective equipment quickly change into armor and stand outside the defensive knight... The speed of releasing the bone arrows has become faster! Keep the longest range for long-range ones with slow response!
If you think you can't aim accurately, don't shoot! There is a priest!
#!Which idiot is throwing thunder at the main T?
T wrote down the list of people who attacked him and the damage done... When I go back, I will count how many idiots I brought down."
The black-red skeleton has appeared in the main material plane again, waving the black bone staff and hitting the defensive knights who blocked his way, but at this time he has lost the ability to attack from a distance and no longer projects
Withered bones.
So soon more undead were surrounding them. After all, as long as this tall skeleton can't break through the knights' defense, other professions no longer need to fight and hide at the same time... Many people are in a hurry because they can't do both at the same time.
Doing, standing and casting spells is their daily routine.
Hill leaned on the sofa and smiled. This is why he likes to watch the undead fight... War is always cruel, but the undead can always turn it into fun.
"Their fighting mode is very interesting, but don't relax along with it." Fran glanced at Hill and couldn't help but warned, "Before fighting, you must try to understand the details of the enemy... You must also be cautious during fighting.
careful.
It's okay for them to be negligent, but you'll be doomed if you are negligent!
I know that you must have divinity in you. Whether it is in Toril or in Trasil, unless you are completely destroyed, you have hope of resurrection... but is that still the whole of you?
Are you still free to do things of your own will? I understand a lot just by reading the historical biographies of this world.
Resurrection from the dead cannot come without a price, so it is best not to happen."
Hill showed a bright smile to his grandfather: "Don't worry! Grandpa... I never underestimate any enemy, and I will go all out no matter who I deal with.
And my combat mode is much better than that of that lich.
You can shoot arrows while hiding, but never fire in the open."
If it weren't for the spell plague, Hill wouldn't be standing so close to the enemy. Otherwise, he wouldn't use wind spells the most in combat... Obviously his earth spells are the strongest.
Fran looked at Hill's sincere eyes and nodded with satisfaction. He wasn't worried that Hill would be too passionate when fighting... It would be nice if his grandson didn't hide from the beginning and relied entirely on the elemental elves to fight.
But he is really worried that Hill will ignore the cruelty of the battle and become careless. Sometimes hiding poorly will make things worse. Who knows if the enemy can find Hill himself?
The undead's fighting mode is similar to that of playing games. If any lunatic learns from them, he will probably die suddenly on the same day.
Fortunately, Hill really doesn't seem to find the undead's fighting style attractive... Hill probably doesn't know that when he was in Trasil, how many mage apprentices hoped that they could fight like the undead and do anything.
He is so afraid that he dares to fight anyone he encounters.
Before Fran left Trasil, his most solemn request to Adrian was: No matter how talented any student is, as long as he is a mage apprentice of this undead worship sect, he must not receive their magic tower.
Mages rely on wisdom to fight... and they will never fight an unprepared battle. Before going out, you must estimate the things you may encounter and even the enemies. Even if you encounter an emergency, you should have several precautions.
The plan... If you like to go straight ahead, wouldn't it be better to be a brainless knight?
It also saves everyone's resources from wasting... Only after arriving in the world of Abel, Fran has learned what it means that resources cannot keep up with consumption. Those giant dragons even swarmed just because he paid the bill with gold bricks worth several thousand gold coins.
The land came to rob him... He was so poor that he could not imagine...
The situation in Toril looked similar. Gold, a resource that he had never valued before, was simply helpless and disadvantageous here.
His butler would bring him Martha's summary of the current status of the territory and news about Faerûn every day.
Fran has already seen the ancient white dragon that went to work for the undead for tens of thousands of gold coins... That thing is not that much in the world occupied by giant dragons like Abel. After all, although white dragons have many babies,
, but he died quickly.
Hill was actually very happy to hear the teachings of his grandfather again... No amount of caring from relatives is too much. He happily took out a bag of low-temperature roasted daily nuts to share with the goblins.
"I#!" "Xueyunfeng's" scolded again, "What is the T over there with Ice Arrow doing? Why don't you let it rush directly into the priest group?
No one will take care of him if he dies?
What are you doing with the Rockets? Ah? Are you stupid?
Don't stand in the main T position in the third circle! If you can't even get into the second circle, why are you still queuing there?
Well, it’s a skull, and it’s not a pretty girl. Do you still have to choose the position based on XP? Are the red and white ones all bones?
Why don't you change positions quickly! Hurry up and surround the ice arrows!
What are you thinking about?
Hurry up and take a rest after the fight. Don't you feel tired? My voice is hoarse!"
Hill grabbed a handful of sweet almonds and stuffed them into his mouth, his eyes narrowed with a smile. Others' mouths may have been smeared with honey, while 'Xueyunfeng's' might have been smeared with durian!
No wonder every time a battle ends, someone will try to drag him into the arena.
Fran shook his head helplessly: "When His Majesty William was here, he seemed to be more restrained and not so unscrupulous."
He lowered his head and recorded a few more runes. When the Lord of Bones reorganized, he suddenly discovered a lot of strange symbols. Fran looked down for a while and then asked Hill: "Hill, do you recognize these runes?"
?”
Hill took a look and couldn't help scratching his head: "It's pretty much what I thought, it's the writings of the undead...Grandpa, try not to learn this, as it will make you noticed by the God of Death."
Of course he knew what Fran was recording, but he would be physically disgusted when he saw the undead and couldn't carefully observe the runes on the skeleton.
Fran thought for a moment, then neatly tore off the page, held it between his fingers and shook it gently. A red flame appeared quietly and burned the paper to ashes.
This chapter has been completed!