Chapter nine hundred and ninety-eight of my father's words, can endure
Although time seems to have passed a long time, in fact this is because the development speed of Waterdeep City is too fast, and the chess pieces of both sides are jumping faster and faster... There is no way, when the incarnation of the god takes action, even if you look at it,
They seem to be quite capable, but have to pay more attention.
After all, divine power is sometimes unreasonable.
And the one who stayed there was not Kelben. No matter how afraid of death the seven sisters in the North were, they would not risk taking their own sisters.
Therefore, the undead arrived at Icewind Dale at a very good time. Several bald men in red robes were intercepting Kelben. It seemed that they had tried several rounds each, but they had not yet served their main meal.
As for Marko, who should be the target of Kelben's revenge... Hill searched high and low but could not find the archmage who always wore white clothes and always looked compassionate.
Fortunately, the Archmage of the Black Staff, who was thinking of Mark all the time because of his anger, clarified his confusion: "I don't have time to tangle with you! Sermen!
Make way for us to go under the great glacier!"
A man in red robe with a wrinkled face and a sinister expression smiled sinisterly and said: "I've told you many times, Black Stick!
We don't care how much you hate us, this is our territory now!
We fought with the barbarians for several days and nights to occupy the territory. You can go in if you want?
Isn't it too wonderful to think about it?
Besides, didn’t Mal say that he would stay at the devil’s door forever and never come out again?
I think he is still in the normal good camp!
You people who always talk about being kind, how can you implicate innocent people just because other families have made mistakes?
Shouldn't this be what we in red robe do?
Tsk, is it possible that your goddess never taught you what it means to forgive others?"
The red-robed mages behind him all laughed arrogantly.
Kelben's long black beard seemed to be trembling... I don't know if it was because the wind in Icewind Dale was too strong, or because his anger was too strong.
But it seems that he alone is unable to fight against these ancient lichs who failed in the power struggle of Cyre. Otherwise, with the temper of the Black Rod, he would have rushed in and launched his ultimate attack.
So... for such a powerful lich, what method did the undead archon use to make them lose so miserably?
Even if these guys are unlucky and the dark cloud in the sky of Sere that gathers a lot of their power is cleared away by the spell plague, the impact on them shouldn't be so great!
Hill looked at Shar with some confusion... The daughter of the night didn't show any change in her expression.
But Hill felt that she must know.
Although the Shadow Web no longer belongs to her, it still carries some of her divine power.
Is it something that cannot be said again?
AO seems to be making a big deal this time...who is it aimed at?
Hill looked back at the giant screen thoughtfully.
Fortunately, these red robes still had some scruples and did not choose to kill Kelben... It seemed that the purpose of these red robes was to contain Kelben and prevent him from having the opportunity to go back and help.
But if it was really that simple, Alustriel wouldn't have hidden it until now.
Even Laila, who should have been at the scene the most, said nothing.
But she should indeed be right next to her... Hill knew that she had already left Luskan a long time ago. After Kelburn flew over Luskan crazily, the lady followed her without hesitation, Biela
It's still early for Straw.
When he was in Toril, nothing was hidden from Luskan.
Hill just doesn't intend to meddle in other people's business, but he will never choose to remain ignorant when Luskan still belongs to him in name only.
As for the three powerful gods on one side, under the sun and moonlight and in the shadows, where else can anything be hidden from them?
It's just that there are some things that they don't want to say, and there are some things that they can't say.
Hill quietly watched the stalemate in the battle. Now...it seems that both sides are competing for patience!
Then his eyes passed quietly across the screen in the rotunda of Waterdeep City, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch: Logically speaking, Edna, who should be most concerned about the situation of this battle, is discussing something with the 'Old Sanda King'
The color of the nail polish matches her set of starry jewelry.
The undead alchemy apprentices may not be able to produce any innovative products that would impress Hildu, but they have always been unique in their daily necessities.
After all, if the alchemy apprentice could produce some popular colors of nail polish, hair dye, etc., it would be more profitable than making high-end medicines.
After all, there is no failure rate. As long as the ratio is determined, there is basically no mistake.
Nowadays, most of the alchemy apprentices are focusing on pure daily life...William's calculation is not wrong.
Rather than immersing themselves in studying something that is completely useless in their own lives, the undead are still willing to enjoy the fun of the game... If alchemy cannot provide financial help, not many people will be willing to study it.
On the contrary, Miss Manx was very concerned about the battle situation... Of course, there was something wrong with the direction in which she was cheering. She was only concerned about whether Talos could kill Dove as soon as possible so that Xinbu could be captured.
Sometimes she would get angry because of Dogothos's failure to deal with things. Even though everyone knew that Dogothos wanted to fight the storm, it was simply unimaginable... I don't know if she still remembers it.
, after Midnight became Mystra, the only one who still had a good impression of the seven sisters who represented their predecessors was the enthusiastic, frank, humorous and humorous leader of the Harpers, Storm Silverhand.
This fateful journey really created the biggest joke.
Hill doesn't know now whether the people of Toril will cry or laugh when they look back on today's scene in the future: these two reincarnations of Mystra, one real and one fake, neither one cares about the chosen ones they beat to death.
One is painting nail polish, and the other is trying to reduce the number of direct subordinates to himself... At least on the surface, Manx and Mystra's soul fragments are there!
The stalemate over Icewind Dale was a bit troublesome. After Kelben's anger was gradually suppressed, he kept a little calm when looking at the large group of lichs in front of him...but he did not choose to retreat, and just started to deal with it.
However, as time goes by, everyone can still feel that Dove is a little difficult to support... Although her endurance and physical strength have become much stronger since she changed her profession to an arcane knight, she is still a mage after all. Even if she is given the bonus
After acquiring layers of BUFF, it is still a bit difficult to fight against the body of a god.
Although Xinbu is stronger, Garagos is a demigod after all, and she can't distract herself from helping Dove... mainly because Talos does restrain her in many places.
However, Dove just sighed: "Forget it, I can only do this. Noumea, I still have to trouble you."
A middle-aged female mage wearing a blue and white robe and a blue feather hat with a serious expression slowly walked out of the corner: "I should have been let out a long time ago, why bother to hold on?"
"Why are you here?" Talos asked angrily, "Isn't it time to save your Mystra's favorite Kelben?"
Edna's hands, which were painted with sparkling diamond purple nail polish, couldn't help but tremble, but she quickly heard the 'Old Sanda King' whisper, 'Oh, it's stained outside, I'll help you wipe it off.'
, said with a smile, "Talos' words are so disgusting," and then continued to apply her nail polish.
"Kelben is just the first magical elect besides me to swear loyalty to our Lord." Noumea didn't care at all about Talos's embarrassment and just answered seriously, "The first one always gets preferential treatment.
But that doesn't mean my lord will trust him more than me.
It does not mean that when Alustriel and her sisters are willing to offer their absolute loyalty to our lord, Kelben will still have the advantage it currently has.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be so crazy as to do so many stupid things.
But as long as he remains loyal to my Lord, I will always lend a helping hand.
This is my duty as a preacher of Mystra!"
Devis looked at the three silver-haired sisters, then at Gendilari, and said a little absently: "The current Mystra, you like... is this style?"
Edna behaved very well this time. She just looked up at Devis, then lowered her head and said: "Maybe... it's because Azus always tries to behave like a father, so... he doesn't want a father."
Dad simply found an old mother to stay with him at midnight."
'puff'!
Hill really drank wine this time!
Others didn't know what was going on, but he could understand the seriousness in Edna's words!
In other words, I was too annoyed by Azuth's nagging at midnight, so I deliberately found a preaching mage like a nun with very strict rules to deal with the God of Mages?
You know, many things about Mystra, especially things like communicating with the subordinates of the god, are left to the chief mage.
Noumea seriously summoned a burst of blue mist to surround everyone, and then began to switch spells continuously.
She is worthy of being a representative of the orthodox mage. Every movement is concise and powerful, but she can communicate well with the magic network with every movement of her hands and feet. Whether it is a force field or various weakening spells, almost all of them are separated from each other.
It can be thrown out in 1 or 2 seconds.
And the direction was completely arbitrary. It was obviously an upward gesture, but it was the ancient undead black dragon that was struck by the knife... So whether it was Talos who was fighting Dove above his head, or Kara who was fighting Xinbu and Storm underground.
Both Goss and Dogothos felt that they were greatly restricted.
"Although...the reason is a bit ridiculous...but the ability is enough." Selune, who was also frightened, stuttered, "Azus will probably feel better in the future...
At least...Midnight, I just want to restrain him, not...kill him."
Shar said calmly: "That's right, I don't think there is anything wrong with Midnight in this regard.
Azus always felt that Midnight looked like his and Heitong's daughter, but she didn't have a father, or in other words, she had become a powerful god, so why did she need to find a father for herself.
As a biological father, you can still bear it... right?"