Liszt quickly commanded the puppet to close all the windows of the floating castle.
Hill was extremely grateful to the ancestor of Crystal Flower who was a mysophobia and loved quietness. The sound that could be transmitted into the room was much quieter, and his eardrums could finally bear it.
He walked to the window a little annoyed and looked at the direction from which the sound came from above the ocean: Why did he have so many magic circles to protect against psychic damage and isolate sound, but they had no effect at all? What the hell is this!
It was a dark gray whale floating above the port. In its open mouth stood several people wearing black robes and hoods. One hand was pressed on a sphere that alternately surged with magical energy and shadow.
, with the other hand placed in front of his mouth, he plays an instrument composed of twisted pipes and tiny bellows.
"Alien whales?" Hill murmured, "Controlled by negative energy? They are actually corrupted! They are really not afraid of death!"
"Sir, I think you should pay more attention to the other two things. The black ball seems to be an artifact. The other ones should be musical instruments, right? I don't think they are very powerful, but how do these sounds pass through the defensive circle?" Liszt floated in the air.
Beside him, he said helplessly.
"It was the shadow-type black ball that did it, eliminating all sound interception formations.
Who would have no time to build a silencing array in their own home that is strong enough to withstand artifacts? It’s really conceivable.
I can feel that some powerful and twisted souls are bound there, and I feel sick just looking at them.
An artifact that can be used by evil people..." Hill said nonchalantly, "There is only the damaged and corrupted Myser Core. They call him the Shadow Core, right?
I didn't expect this thing to be in the hands of the Zhentarim. No wonder the hatred between the City of Shadows and them is so deep.
Normally, these things are in the hands of the phaerim. The guy behind the Zhentarim should also be a demon, and they may have formed an alliance.
After Yinhun City has snatched the Nese Scroll, sooner or later they will have to be destroyed.
That is the existence that the remnants of Nese hate the most. If you can’t kill the Demon Sunflower, why can’t you kill a group of humans who play with shadow magic?”
He looked at the musical instrument again, found a book on his bookshelf and opened it: "Fortunately, I read through all the books when I first collected them. This strange thing should be called the Yeshis horn, and it can make the same cry as the Yeshis wolf.
Sound-like sonic attack.
For high-level people, apart from being unpleasant to listen to, it actually does no harm.
But people with lower levels will probably feel a little more uncomfortable, and they will probably have a headache for a few days.
Are all the hotel windows closed?
The magic circle is useless, but physical defense is still possible."
Liszt nodded: "It has been closed a long time ago, and I told them that it would be best to put more layers of quilts on it.
Fortunately, Silver Shield’s family members have moved to the city over there.”
Neither of them cared about the skeletons and zombies summoned by the Zhentarim assassins and necromancers in the Eastern Wilds who had rushed towards the city of Aglaia.
The alchemy hall that had been moved there long ago has been completely fixed on the western city wall, and the undead have happily committed suicide and returned to the city.
During this time, most of the Silver Knights also lived in the city. Everyone knew that the Zhentarim would take revenge sooner or later, so Linn just asked them to protect their own people.
The same goes for the city guards. They are not needed to defend the city, they only need to patrol the city.
If you want to climb over the city wall and rush in directly, unless the killers and thieves from Zhentarim are above level 20.
And such people will be marked even if they enter the city wall. There are no blind spots in Aglaia City.
The Elven Crusaders are above level 17 per capita, and they always fight in small groups.
If they are really in danger of being invincible, they can still call Seraph out! What are they afraid of with the banishment spell? With Seraph's level, group banishment spell is useless.
Even if the mages in Zhentarim are strong enough and can really release them one by one, the undead are not fools. Just because they like to run on the ground doesn't mean they can't fly.
Those were three teams of 36 Seraphs. Hill doubted whether the Zhentarim mage had prepared so many spell slots for the banishment spell before he was killed.
Hill returned to the window: "I'm not very interested in the shadow energy core. The souls locked in it are evil people who cannot be released. People who don't use the dark magic network can't use it at all."
Hill didn't dare touch this thing.
There's no telling how many of Shar's plans are hidden in this shadow energy core. Who knows if this magic core will wake up from its slumber when he touches it.
Although Hill feels that his willpower is quite strong, he doesn't want to die just because he tries.
There is a unique Saran spirit imprisoned in this thing, which was stuffed into it by the Lady of the Night.
And the reason why this thing is able to draw shadow magic power from the original magic power seems to be because this Saren spirit contains the personalities of three powerful people who are constantly fighting with each other, one of which is the big shot Felin Demon Kui.
Although it seems to be just an energy device, if the spirit inside really wakes up, whoever uses it will be in trouble. Wherever it is used, it will be useless.
You must know that the Saren spirits and the Felin demons are unrelenting enemies.
When he wakes up and finds the Felin Demon Sunflower, his first reaction will be to fight him first.
When the magic of the Saren spirit comes into contact with the magic or life-draining spell cast by the Phayling Demon Sunflower, it will directly change the geology, perhaps turning the mountains into hills, or turning the hills into grasslands. Of course, in the end
It is possible for the plain to directly crack and collapse.
Anyone who dares to use this shadow energy core is either ignorant or crazy.
If you see this thing, you can only pretend that you haven't seen it.
As for those musical instruments, Hill was not interested at all, but he didn't want these guys to just leave so proudly. They had to leave something behind.
"The only thing I can get is this alien whale!" Hill said to Liszt with some emotion, "The others can't be used, and there's no point in keeping them. Even Tire won't want that thing!
"
Liszt sighed: "But the whale has been corrupted! It can't be saved!"
"But his soul is still there." Hill glanced at the poor whale. Although the color had been corrupted and the eyes had turned black and red, and it looked only crazy, Hill could feel that in this whale, the strongest
There was a faint white aura inside the brain bone.
That was the last struggle of this captured alien whale, not wanting to become the incarnation of evil like its own body.
"Then we can only save his soul, right?" Liszt asked, "His body can only be abandoned."
Hill smiled and said, "First save him. I have to see if his bones have completely decayed."
Liszt suddenly understood and said: "Sir, do you want a plane whale ship?"
"Let me kill a whale myself, bind his soul to be a ship spirit, and use his body to make a ship that crosses planes. I know how to do it, but I can't do something so cruel." Hill sighed.
He said, "But even if it's all given to me, I won't refuse it."
"What are you going to do, sir?" Liszt thought for a while but couldn't figure out how to drive these people away but leave the whale behind.
"It is true that alien whales can travel through planes at any time and reach the ocean of any world." Hill laughed, "But their positioning relies on a special high-frequency sound wave." He pulled out a beautiful-looking golden
The little bell clicked gently in Liszt's horrified eyes: "I thought it was useless!"
"Mr. Terry will hate you, sir." Liszt hesitated for a while and finally said.
"Of course not." Hill raised his eyebrows, "Isn't this a rare thing I bought when I went out to play? What does it have to do with Terry?"
Then he took out more than thirty black tablets with the breath of a dragon from his ring: "When Terry comes, remember to tell him that these tablets can only be read in the study! If you take them out, let him
His parents found out, and I don't think Terry can save his life.
I don’t want to fight with my friend’s parents over these things.”
With the dragon's temper, there is no need to look at what these tablets are. They are made from the scales of the ancient black dragon! They don't care whether this thing belongs to Terry or Hill, whoever grabs it belongs to whomever.
A dragon's friends are never as important as his treasure, nor are his children.
Terry won't have such thoughts now, because he can't protect anything and still needs Hill's protection!
Liszt shook his head speechlessly. If Hill thought Terry wouldn't care, why would he bribe him with something?
But after he checked these tablets, he was surprised: "This is the self-study textbook of the giant dragon? Where did you get it, sir?"
He thought it was unbelievable that Hill brought back a fairy princess once when he went out, but how could he actually have a magical weapon?
When did Hill's luck in Toril become so good?
Hill nodded: "Luckily, I got it when I was collecting antique books in the small town of Icewind Valley. There are also a lot of miscellaneous little things. You can take them to the warehouse later!
I always have to show this book to Terry, so I might as well take this opportunity.
When he comes, you'd better ask him to turn into a human and copy a copy. These books are indeed very meaningful to the dragon. However, Terry is not a child who loves to study. It's best to let him have the guts to copy and make money.
a feeling of."
Liszt couldn't help but smile and nod: "I will discuss with Martha a good explanation."
Hill, who had finalized the solution, sat by the window. The more he looked at the size of the alien whale, the more satisfied he became. Then he became a little anxious: "Why are the undead moving so slowly! Aren't they just skeletons and zombies?"
Shouldn't they all be burned to pieces? What are so many priests doing?
Why did you let people into the city? Even the Seraph came out!"
No matter how anxious Hill was, he couldn't help.
The time and space artifact and Corellon had already sent the undead to send him a message. In this battle, even if Hill had the strength to spare, he would not take action unless the undead were defeated and even the city gate could not be defended.
The ‘Elves of Trasil’ need a great victory that can shock the world of Toril.