Chapter 1272 The double ponytails of the old Sanda king
The old Sanda King said sincerely: "You can't see what's going on in Soul War, why not take the opportunity to do some work... There are so many materials, it will be quite troublesome for you to collect, right?
I don't think this place in Toril is suitable for you to travel all over the world. What if... you meet a Sune, ah, that's fair enough. But if you really meet someone like Cyric, what will you do?
Although Hill, you have always been smart and cautious, such flowers and butterflies usually can't pounce on you... but it makes you upset just thinking about it, right?
What should I do if someone compares me to that unlucky guy?
Rumors always get more and more outrageous~"
She said it with a serious face, not caring at all about slandering the world in front of several gods in Toril...one of which was the god of faith she transferred to.
However, Ransendall didn't care, but agreed very much: "You are famous now~ You really need to consider this issue.
It doesn’t matter whether you have moral integrity or not, it just doesn’t matter if they don’t.”
"Ah!" Selune said with great emotion, "Calimshan's hymn is so beautifully sung~ But Amaunata may vomit blood... He is the one who needs the support of faith the most right now~"
"Aren't there still many people in Mansaka and Calimport singing praises to the sun?" Shar said without changing his face, "Moreover, other places in Toril are also praying for the sun to rise again... After all, Toril is now
It's eternal night.
When darkness comes, ordinary people will offer their most pious greetings to the Sun God.
At any rate, everyone knows that he has just returned to the Kingdom of God."
Lansander was suddenly startled: "Ah! Are you saying that if Amaunata is supported under Dendel's mouth, he will be able to regain his great power?"
"According to the old man's prediction, it is probably like this." Shar said slowly with a hint of hesitation, "But, you see, the undead have knocked on the doors of almost all ordinary people in Aglaia, hoping that they can give Ai
Dana sings carols.
The largest city in Inbutu, located just below the Undead Castle, is now also being visited.
In other places in Faerûn... even if the Seven Sisters are not in their own territory, when cities named after magic pray, not many of them will call Amauna Tower, right?
They might pray for the goddess of magic to return soon... but because their direction is unclear, these beliefs can only deepen the power of the magic network. For those three, the same increase at the same time means nothing.
Therefore, this part of the faith power can basically be ignored for the parties involved in the soul war.
But...this part was originally something Amaunata couldn't get.
What he can count on is the civilians... However, thanks to the undead, at least half of the people in Faerun will not talk about the sun at this time.
Even if he can survive to the end, he can at most recover to a medium level of divine power, right?"
Ransander tilted his head and thought seriously for a while, then flapped his wings and laughed: "Almost, eh, I really want to thank the undead for liking Edna so much!
If that guy Amaunata is as strong as me, he will definitely cause trouble for me!"
This guy created the Disaster of Dawn with the intention of taking the faith of hundreds of millions of elves and leaping into the solar system... but in the end, hundreds of millions of people all entered his divine kingdom, and the dawn was still the dawn.
Amaunata's character has always been extreme, arrogant, confident and hypocritical, and she will definitely bear a grudge against Lansander who wants to get involved in her priesthood.
"Are you afraid of him?" Selune asked in surprise.
"No~" Ransander said with a smile, flapping his wings and jumping lightly on the grass a few times, "Of course I'm not afraid.
But I have other fun now and don’t want to play with him for the time being.
That guy always uses the same thing again and again, isn’t it really boring, who should care about him?”
Hill looked up helplessly. What was the reason why he didn't want to leave? Did Shar, Selûne and Lansander really not know?
Why are you pretending to be stupid?
The price Edna offered was not low, and she specially put the exclusive materials from Paradise Mountain at the top for him to choose from. There were also many materials from the abyss and hell... There is such a thing in the warehouse of the Magic Goddess.
, nothing surprising.
Fortunately, although Midnight is extreme, she is not crazy enough to even want high-level evil materials.
Hill is actually quite interested in these things.
It is a good thing to be pampered by nature, allowing him to move freely no matter which world he goes to...but on the other hand, it is a bit difficult to move in a world where even the air is full of evil.
It's not about what the world will do to him, but his existence was as conspicuous as a spotlight in the eternal night at that time.
He's not here to slay demons, so why should he use himself as bait?
So if he wanted to buy these things, he had to find a way in a world like Toril where people were involved in everything.
However, although Toril exists, such a large amount of resources rarely appears!
Hill would not feel pain by accumulating a little bit, but as the 'Old Sanda King' said, Toril is really a world full of traps.
He lowered his head and calculated, then quickly clicked on the resources provided by Edna, and handed the tablet to the 'Old Sanda King': "I need these things, how are you... going to ask Edna?"
The 'Old Sanda King' tilted his head and glanced at him, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, turned his head back and forth to compare the documents on the tablet for a while, then nodded with a smile: "Ah! Although it is indeed very expensive, but
It’s all within Edna’s tolerance!”
Then she used the copying technique to print the document on a long piece of parchment and handed it to Hill: "Take a look at it. If you are sure there is nothing wrong, sign it."
Hill was stunned for a moment, took it and flipped through it. He nodded, took out a pen and signed his name, then returned the thick parchment to her. He was a little curious about how the female priest planned to send this document.
Signed to Edna.
Then he couldn't help but open his mouth slightly, and his eyes widened.
The 'Old Sanda King' dug out a palm-sized seal from his small bag, with Mystra's emblem on it, but the originally red smoke turned purple.
"Edna, she said that this thing is connected to her soul, just cover it up." The 'Old Sanda King' looked at Hill with a smile, "I don't understand this, so, Hill is willing to approve it?"
Hill's mouth twitched slightly, his expression numb: "Of course I agree.
This is the prototype of the emblem of the gods, a real artifact. When Edna ascends the throne, this thing will directly change the entire emblem of the goddess of magic in Toril into this look."
Never! No god has ever given his badge directly to others... It is impossible for him or his children, let alone any believer, no matter how loyal he is.
This thing...if it is really snatched away by someone, it can harm the soul of the god!
Hill didn't dare to blink as he watched the 'Old Sanda King' stamp his seal, and couldn't help but mutter: "Hurry! Put it away!
Never... never take it out outside!"
The 'Old Sanda King' frowned, and his men quickly put the seal into his small bag, and then handed a piece of parchment that had been split into two to Hill: "This thing is very important? Edna casually
Just give it to me, I thought...it's similar to the family seal of our undead people."
"It's quite important." Shar said in a calm voice, "She probably guessed that there would be a soul war, so she prepared for the worst."
The 'elderly Sanda King' was shocked and quickly turned his head to look at Shar. His long pink hair blew a wind in front of Hill: "Edna, will you lose?"
"Don't worry too much, she has a great chance of winning, especially since you undead tribe has hundreds of thousands of followers praising her.
I remember that in the past, there were thousands of believers who were able to become gods!" Selune laughed, "But Edna is obviously a cautious and good child, so she leaves her last chance of survival to you.
Even if...she has an accident and really fails, as long as this seal is there, her broken soul consciousness may still have a chance to slowly recover."
The 'Old Sanda King' was stunned for a long time before slowly repeating: "Opportunity?"
She has always been smart, and of course she understands that it may take thousands of years to get the opportunity that comes from the mouth of the gods.
What's the difference between that and nothing?
No matter how perseverant she was, she couldn't wait in a virtual world for so long... Even if she could force William to speed up the flow of time and space, he probably wouldn't be able to wait for that long.
Doesn't that mean goodbye forever?
The 'Old Sanda King' touched his small bag: Edna knew that she would not stay in Toril for that long.
But he still left the seal to her, acting so nonchalantly that she thought it was really just the city lord's seal or something like that.
Her little girl is prepared for the worst, right?
Once something unexpected happens, her soul can still return to her. Even if the 'Old Sanda King' will leave one day, Edna still has a home until then.
Edna must have believed that even if the 'Old Sanda King' never returned to Toril, he would at least choose the safest place for this seal.
But then, she would have no home...how lonely she must be...
The 'senior Sanda King' suddenly sat down on the ground, took out several beautiful purple star hair accessories from his bag, and carefully tied his long pink hair into twin tails.
A purple star appeared behind her head, spinning around her twin ponytails.
"Hill~" She turned to look at the boy in the pool, "I'm cute like this, isn't it?"
Hill blinked, smiled and nodded.
"Edna has always wanted to see me with my double ponytails." The 'Senior Sanda King' patted his short skirt and stood up, "But you also know that for the sake of that bald guy, we little girls with black roses are like
I don't know how to style this hairstyle.
After being with Edna for so many years, I rejected her for so many years."
She let out a long breath: "This time, she always got her wish."