Chapter 1131 The visitor whose identity is a mystery
He glanced worriedly at the Wild Boar Riders who had already rushed into the city gate that had just been blasted by the mage group. The 'Perfect Bald Head', who was always worried that he would fall into a trap, continued to command the remaining people: "Those who have no mission to enter the city.
, just besiege the city!
You must ensure that within half a month, not even a fly can fly away from your eyes!
The earth mage began to seal off the surrounding underground world! Especially the side near the big lake! Everything within ten meters underground was turned into green stone!
I sent you 20 sets of big blues, don’t let me see you suddenly want to save money!
‘Follow the dust’! You led the knights to escort the ice mage group over and iced all the lake water within 100 meters!
Let me tell you! I didn’t lead the team myself today, I just wanted to conduct random inspections... If I catch any of you who save this little medicine money, I will post you to the world to show the public what it means to live a good life!
Especially those guys who can get the VIP card of Hill’s Store! Don’t tell me how two bottles in 30 minutes are more economical than one bottle in 10 minutes!”
The 'Perfect Bald Head' scolded the group of disapproving mages in front of him sternly.
As a knight with a bold personality, Baldhead can never understand why these guys have to consider issues such as replenishing mana when one-fifth of the mana bar is used up to save potions to the maximum extent... It's not that ancient
For early keyboard games, you could only put a few items in a bag, so you needed to save space!
There are broken branches, dead leaves, dirt and rocks in the bag. What else is there for them to calculate if they just drink a bottle of medicine after the CD is over?
How much more could the price of hundreds of bottles of blue medicine be? Why can't it be compared to them going to Hill's store to buy jewelry props or something like that? Not to mention there are several 500,000 bosses here!
Okay, let's just pretend that they don't like spending money on official matters... This time, he specially distributed various potions after arriving at the cliff, and then discussed with him what was cost-effective and what was not... Humph~
He gathered the white dragons in his family and discussed with them what the correct values were every day.
Either, like Bai Long, they can quote the price of everything as soon as they see it in the future, or... don't say anything to him: rude knights just don't understand the happiness of mages.
It's all bullshit! Don't let him have a chance to show them what rudeness is!
Feeling the cold and serious look in the patriarch's eyes, the family members of Black Rose, who had always been bohemian and free-spirited, looked at each other and decided to be more honest... Although the bald head was usually easy to talk to, it really made him angry and cursed... But it wasn't just the old dog.
This kind of harshness can make people uncomfortable, and being directly scolded by eight generations of ancestors is also quite painful.
The key words are very fast, and sometimes I can't even understand what he is cursing... This is very uncomfortable.
After all, everyone is curious, and there are always people who even know that they are looking for curses but still try to translate what the guy is scolding.
The members of the Black Rose family swarmed along the main city gate to both sides like two torrents... In the middle were the legal professions, and the knights were lined up on both sides wearing heavy armor and holding large shields.
No matter it is the nearby swamp or the city wall, there is no way to directly harm the mages and priests inside.
Not to mention, the swordsmen and warriors were already shouting, ‘Put down your weapons! Kneel down!’ and rushed up the city wall.
After they shouted, they would count down loudly for three seconds... After that, no matter whether the standing guard was in a daze or wanted to resist, there would be no chance of survival.
"Bald!" "Chirp Wai Wai Wai Wai" who was responsible for monitoring the situation in the sky shouted: "There are people from Maela!
Anbaba saw a guy with a bear's head, wearing a brown forest jacket and a colorful cloak, and couldn't help but taunt... The main thing was to ask, is it my Lord Ma that he is calling now?
Ra is still my lord Sebek.
The other party exploded directly, and now he is turning it on... quite violently."
"Who is Ma La? A hunting master? Or a beast lord?" 'Perfect Bald Head' asked with an unchanging expression... The first notable enemy to appear was Ma La's subordinates. He had already seen this.
Just be mentally prepared.
Wherever there are wild beasts, there are usually these guys...especially in swamps.
‘Ambaba’ hit the sore point directly: the followers of Maela who appeared near the swamp basically followed him after he annexed Sebek.
Now, Sebek and Maura are in direct conflict. How should they stand... There is no such thing as neutrality among evil forces... They can almost kill these cold-blooded animals!
No wonder he came to the city, he was probably trying to find out about Nimbro Island... The relevant people there were either undead or floating in the sky!
Even if the Harper is well-informed and has learned a lot of information from the city of Aglaia, Amn probably won't hear much from it.
Because of Kelben's death, of course the intelligence organization he established, which was caught between evil and good, collapsed...Both his nephew and Laila were more inclined to the Harpers.
Now, the news in Faerûn is probably the most stagnant for a period of time... The magic network cannot be used, and the intermediate forces have also failed.
He happened to stay in Amn, where his relationship with the undead was marked by hatred. It was probably the time when he was irritable and restless, and it was no wonder that he exploded at the slightest touch.
Of course, the perfect bald man can understand why ‘Jia Ji Wai Wai Wai’ chose to tell the result directly instead of repeating the ‘dad’’s original words.
As long as you are a serious person, you will probably stutter even if you repeat the general meaning.
‘Chirp Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai’ couldn’t help scratching his head when he looked at ‘Perfect Bald Head’ who was not in a hurry at all: “I think An Ba Ba and the others might be unlucky because they all put away the wild boars that sprayed muddy ponds.
It's useless to that guy anyway, he's pretty adaptable to that smell and environment.
Ah... By the way, he has no animal companions, is wearing the Talon of Maura, and the dagger on his body is poisoned. He should be a hunting master.
Although those two guys have bad mouths, it’s not bad to destroy the group, right?”
"Ha~" The 'Perfect Bald Head' looked up at him, turned around and shouted, "Tianluo! Take your people to save them!"
While their stupid brains still remember the grace of saving their lives, you try to control the situation.
Remember, if the person they are causing trouble with is inappropriate, be sure to hold them back!
It is true that the old dog will not trick us to death, but it will not fail to trick us."
"I know." 'Wanyou Tianluo' scratched his head, "I keep the camp detection on, and the one with the green aura grabs them?"
"Am, there are always followers of the God of Suffering, so it's best to avoid them." "Xiji Waiwai" interrupted, "The biggest gap between us and the Demonic Cult is that we have a good relationship with the Knights of Justice.
Others don't have this opportunity like us... Generally speaking, the Justice Knights' attitude towards the undead is a bit alienated.
They are now cooperating with the undead, not because of William, but because of Hill."
"Well..." 'Perfect Bald Head' pointed at 'Wan Tianluo': "The followers of the God of Suffering... their style is a bit incompatible with ours. I think you understand... suffering for others is definitely not a small thing.
Drawing style that children can understand.
Forget it, what's the use of me telling you this.
Anyway, when I saw a man dressed in gray with gray teardrop tattoos under his eyes, he quickly pulled the two 'dads' away.
I would rather call them daddy than have my badge of justice revoked.
Go quickly!"
Seeing the knights of the Wan You Tian Luo regiment flying away, the Perfect Bald Man couldn't help grabbing his ponytail with both hands: "When they beat the followers of Ma La, Ilmat's people must have
There won't be any reaction, right?
I remember that although the God of Suffering is a good man, he is actually quite ruthless when fighting."
"The three gods of justice may be kind-hearted, but they will never be soft-hearted." A voice suddenly sounded from behind him.
The 'Perfect Bald Head' jumped up instantly... wasn't there a cliff behind him?
A pale head stretched out from between the rocks: "The Elf of Trasil, right?
Can you tell me, who is curious, how you ended up fighting Amn to such an extent?"
"Who are you?" the 'Perfect Bald Head' said angrily, "Do you want to scare me to death and inherit my pony carriage?
I’m afraid you’ve lost your mind!”
The old mage who slowly emerged from the cliff originally looked like a sage who was not touched by the mortal world: his long white hair and long white beard were all gently fluttering in the breeze.
Wearing spotless white robes, he held an archmage's staff in his hand: the metal wrapped on the top of the staff shone brightly, and anyone with a discerning eye could recognize the alloy of fine gold and mithril.
However, he may have thought about many ways to communicate with the undead, but he still failed to calculate the 'perfect bald' reaction.
After all, the carriage that the little loli in black stepped on... was actually the carriage cage under the claws of his white dragon companion.
It is indeed very valuable... after all, it is a space equipment that can fit thousands of people.
But judging from the way the bald head kept jumping up and down on it, this thing didn't have the value he said.
Although the old mage knew that the undead were a bit difficult to contact, he still couldn't help but get messy in the wind.
The 'perfect bald man' waved his hands behind his back, tilted his head, and looked at the old mage with an innocent face: "What's wrong?
Why don't you give your name?
Isn't the craziest mage in Toril Halaster? He even remembers his own name!"
"Omar." The Archmage said calmly, "Just call me Omar."
The 'Perfect Bald Head' widened his eyes slightly, and finally smiled cutely: "If I hadn't known that Elminster was not in Toril, I would have thought that he suddenly jumped down from outer space!"
"He is not the only one with the surname Omar." The old mage smiled slightly, "Although the country of Esalanta is not big, after all, it is on the edge of the Supreme Forest, and there are many mages from royal families."
"Ah~ by the way, it's next door to Netheril!" 'Perfect Bald Head' said suddenly.
The old mage looked at him steadily and slowly floated to the opposite side of him: "That's... far away."
Elminster Omar is one of the most powerful mages in Toril.
Now he is an old man with white hair and gray beard. He has a rough voice, shining eyes, and indescribable clothing.
He was once a prince of the Kingdom of Esalanta, a country located on the edge of the High Forest, in a corner of the Netheril Mountains.
It has something to do with the elves and Netheril.
He participated in the creation of the Miser Energy Core in Mis Zanor City.