Chapter 518: The End of the Black Staff Kelburn (For Qin Feng ABC
Hill, like everyone else, stared at Aglaia who seemed to be communicating with the laws of the ocean.
He was a little worried that the origin of Toril was not independent threads like Trasil, but a huge net, and the law of the sea was one or even several threads woven into this net.
Aglaia, part of her divine power should have fallen onto that net now.
He said as calmly as possible: "Aglaia, pay attention to your divine power. When passing through Toril's magic network, try to stay on the edge, and be careful not to come into contact with other laws.
You can't compete with the more powerful gods in Toril for the authority of the magic network yet, so it's better to avoid it."
Especially stay away from the mess in the middle!
Otherwise, who knows whether Aglaia's divine power will be involved when Mystra falls and the magic network is reorganized?
Aglaia is just a clone in Toril, and she is too far away, so logically speaking, it would be difficult for her to be where she is now.
However, although the original star gate was destroyed, the connection that was once established still exists.
However, the destruction of the Star Gate caused a big explosion, and the Star Road will be turbulent for a period of time. It is not that easy to establish a stable channel again.
But when it comes to stabilizing divine power, Aglaia is still a little worse than the gods of Toril.
Hill's memory of Mystra's destruction is not very deep.
Not many people like to read that part of the story.
But he remembered that many gods had bad luck because of their close relationship with Mystra.
The only benefit of that incident was taken away by the two original goddesses. Silver Moon Suellen returned to powerful divine power, and Shar, the daughter of the night, was extremely satisfied with the plane she lived in and the Shadow Demon Network.
The other gods can only worry.
Including Cyric, who took action, there was no benefit at all and he was immediately locked up.
Aglaia raised her head and glanced up. In her aqua blue eyes, the light flowed and seemed to be surging with waves.
She replied in a daze: "Okay, Dad Hill, we understand."
After a few minutes, Aglaia's eyes regained their clarity and the law of the ocean left her.
"Papa Hill!" she said very happily, "All the ocean rights in Talos were given to me, and Embry still has a little bit of her. She created the Shark Man, and her faith cannot be broken.
Unless we destroy this race.
But I refuse to make the Shark Man a target for killing.
Our goal is just to gain a foothold in Faerûn, right? Dad?
What I always remember is that as long as the territory is safe, it will be fine!
My goal is not to make the world’s oceans completely mine.”
Seeing Aglaia who was not tempted by that absolute power, Hill smiled and nodded. The best thing about Aglaia is that she is absolutely not greedy.
The Toril universe is really a world where it is easy to completely tie foreign gods to one's own chariot, and then never leave it.
If Aglaia really becomes the Poseidon of Toril, her power will definitely become extremely powerful, but from now on, she will also become a puppet on the stone of destiny.
Hill absolutely does not want his beloved daughter to end up like this.
Just a little connection is enough. Just like the World Tree God System, although it also has inheritance in this world, it is just a connection.
At least when making a decision, whether it's right or wrong, it's up to you and you won't be affected by that broken slate.
Hill looked at Aglaia with great approval: "Of course, we only chose to establish contact with the world of Toril so as not to waste the power of this clone.
It's enough to get to this point, there's no need to kill them all.
Embry... As long as she doesn't come looking for trouble, of course we don't need to go looking for her.
She can no longer cause us any trouble. As an outsider, it is better not to kill them all.
Aglaia, you are really becoming more and more stable!"
Hill had some helplessness and wondered whether Emboli, who had lost most of his power, could withstand the plots of his enemies and successfully transform into the God of Sharkmen.
When Aglaia heard Hill's praise, she smiled brightly: "Of course! I am the child who is most like Hill's father! Hehehehe!"
Hill couldn't help but sigh.
Of course he knew who Aglaia was comparing himself to.
Alice must have done something good for Aglaia to know.
When Aglaia and the main body occasionally contacted each other, they probably exchanged a lot of gossip.
But no matter what Alice is doing now, at least her life is not in danger, and she is still in a world with the undead, so her safety is guaranteed.
After all, she couldn't possibly create more fun than the undead.
At most, he can do something else, as long as the person is okay, Hill doesn't want to ask anymore.
Hill has actually realized that Alice's nature is also chaotic. If one day she completely gives up her identity as a spirit of nature, it will be a blessing to be able to maintain her kindness.
Alice is actually a bit cold.
Her nature is actually similar to that of a cat. Underneath her kindness and cuteness, there is a hint of ferocity tightly hidden.
But with support, Alice actually prefers to lie down and live by being cute.
On the contrary, Aglaia is actually kinder at heart. She can see the suffering of ordinary people and is willing to help.
Seeing Aglaia's wary eyes, Hill waved helplessly and laughed.
Just keep eating and don't say anything else.
Hill's territory finally gained temporary tranquility, and Kelben's attention could not always be on his side.
There are so many real enemies who have arrived in Waterdeep City waiting for his end!
Probably those who are well-informed will understand that this is Kelben's last hurray.
Hill took advantage of this opportunity and went to the farm outside Silver Moon City, took back the crops that the puppets had piled up in the warehouse, and released some chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep, letting them grow freely in the farm.
Hill checked the defense of the farm and found that someone had indeed tried to enter the farm while he was away.
Whether they want to steal something or do something else, the final outcome of these thieves is just to be thrown into the garbage disposal circle by puppets.
Hill also didn't expect that his puppet would deal with these intruders killed by the magic circle in this way.
But the magic circle, which is hot enough to melt steel, is really suitable for destroying corpses and eradicating traces.
Without blinking an eye, Hill replenished the magic circle, which was a little more expensive, and put some crystal stones in the small storage box carried by the puppet.
If we really encounter a powerful enemy, the puppets will give Hill a warning.
Once all these crystals are consumed, he should be able to arrive in time.
Too late, the puppets turned themselves into balls and hid deep underground without any other entrances along a completely destructible pipe, waiting for Hill to get them out.
For Hill, everything else is negotiable.
Hill did not enter Silvermoon City, but he also found that there seemed to be gaps in Silvermoon City, which was once so harmonious.
In other words, the influx of a large number of outsiders from the Silver Moon Alliance has caused quarrels in the peaceful Silver Moon City.
Hill looked at the quarreling elves and humans from a distance, as well as the stratified onlookers, and sighed softly.
When he was here last year, the people of Silver Moon City mingled together even if they were watching the fun.
But today, there were elves, dwarves and dwarves standing next to the elves, while the humans stood loosely in a few groups. When they looked at each other, their eyes were not harmonious.
It's just the Mystery Lock that prevents people from using magic and powerful skills, and the Supreme Lady Alustriel sitting high in the tower, and these chaotic undercurrents are firmly suppressed.
Hill knew that it was best not to go to any city in the short term.
If even Silvermoon City becomes like this, the Northland and even the continent of Faerûn should now be full of dynamite that can explode at the drop of a button.
He simply returned to his floating castle and started squatting in the alchemy laboratory every day.
Rather than those messy things, Hill felt that it was better for him to study the magic ships in this world. As a person who didn't want to have too many crew members, it was best for him to combine magic ships with golems.
Spring has passed quickly and early summer has arrived.
Hill's happy alchemical life could only come to an end due to the violent fluctuations coming from the far east.
This mana fluctuation lasted for almost a day and finally came to an end in the silver flames that burned out the sky.
The moment the silver fire ignited, not many people in the town made a huge noise. Everyone was shouting and wanted to know what happened.
The low-level professionals in Faerûn still stayed away from some news.
Hill stood on the terrace and watched the Harpers running wildly inside and outside the building: the black staff Kelben and the silent archmage Uriel both fell trying to capture the city.
Hill is not interested in the follow-up of this city. His eyes are looking at Waterdeep City in the south. Now Kelben, the soul should have returned to the black staff.
I just don’t know how far he can accomplish the things he planned.
Waterdeep soon became chaotic.
Many people who had followed this mage lord abandoned the city without hesitation. They planned to settle in the city that had been named 'Remansing'.
Waterdeep has actually always been called the City of Glory, but Remansin means the Hidden City of Hope.
Kelben, it seems, truly believes that Remanthine is his true future, and does not hesitate to abandon Waterdeep, where he has lived for many years.
Obviously he still needs the Black Staff Tower in Waterdeep City to protect his soul.
Hill really felt that the Tablet of Destiny must have amplified the desire for power in Kelben's heart and eliminated part of his reason.
Otherwise, if he had been so crazy before, no matter how casual the magic goddess acted, she would not have chosen him to be her elect.
