Chapter five hundred and eighty first Su Lun's combat mode
Hill hesitated for a while before realizing what Linn meant.
The various gods and forces in Toril were in terrible chaos. With so many things going on in the Northland in the past two years, he was very worried about getting himself involved and was very careful, so he didn't pay much attention to the troubles in other places.
What Linn was talking about was Sembia, which is on the edge of the Meteor Sea in the southeastern corner of Faerûn. It was so far away that Hill didn't care much about it.
In fact, it is also because he knows that no matter what these gods do, Toril will still exist for at least 100 years. As for the civilians who are unlucky because of the battles between these gods, Hill may not even be able to save those around him!
He had heard of those things and let it go. There was nothing he could do and he could only sigh.
But Linn is different from Hill. He is very concerned about events that will affect Toril's survival.
That incident really made the whole world wary of Su Lun.
In 73 years, a high-level ghost priest of Shar sneaked into Ye Hongcheng, where the Good Gods Sect had an overwhelming advantage, in order to search for an artifact called One Thousand Petals in a Night, and started a fierce confrontation with the Sullun Church.
What people didn't expect was that under Suellen's instruction, her church gave up its resistance and allowed Shar's high-ranking priests to successfully steal the Thousand Petals of the Night.
This directly led to the fact that in 74 years, another priestess of Shar used this artifact to summon the Shadow Storm, which not only completely destroyed the capital of Sembia, but also almost turned the entire Toril into nothingness.
At that time, Hill was busy with the dragon egg matter, so it was okay to forget about it.
In his impression, Toril would be in danger of annihilation every once in a while, so it was really not worth his trouble.
It can only be said that it is no wonder that Shar clearly found out that Su Lun's incarnation came to Hill, but he only came to ask Su Lun about his purpose instead of taking action directly.
Hill originally thought that Shar was plotting against Mystra and had no time to care about these things, but could it be that she owed her sister a favor?
Putting aside the matter of destroying the world, the shadow-type advanced artifact with a thousand petals overnight is indeed very useful to Shar.
This artifact makes her unstoppable in the Shadow Realm.
No one knows Selun's motives. For onlookers like Hill, the only significance of this incident is that a church called the Crescent Pact has sprouted again long after it was eradicated by the Church of Selun.
Originally, the Church of Selun had destroyed almost all records about the New Moon Heresy and the New Moon Contract, but Selun's inexplicable letting go made many people pick it up again. "Sulun and Shar are actually the same god."
, just represents different aspects."
The destruction of a country's capital means the loss of many innocent lives. Only people like Lynn would consider it. Others, like Hill, may be more concerned about whether this new sect will be destroyed again.
There will be many things that need to be rethought, such as whether Shar and Suellen can never coexist.
If Suellen starts to give in to Shar on certain things, no one knows whether the two sisters will join forces in the end.
Hill lowered his head and said nothing. Although he could understand Linn's hatred for the Silver Moon Goddess, he was completely unable to feel that way.
He is like an ordinary person on a business trip in a war-torn area. He only cares about the safety of himself and his family and friends. He will not think about other people's misfortune after sighing for a few words.
"It's good if she's willing to take action." Lin En murmured. "At least it can prove that she is just being soft on her twin sister, rather than empathizing with the darkness."
Hill glanced at Linn and realized that he really thought so.
This is the meaning of the "Twin Moons of Creation". The people of Toril can tolerate the light and darkness of these two sisters, but cannot accept that they will all fall into darkness.
Probably they also understand that although AO is the creator god, these sisters are the source of light and earth, symbols of the original power, and can never truly fall.
Hill touched his ring and changed the subject: "Those people are very obedient this time! I thought you would have to stay down there for a long time to arrange them all!"
Lin En raised his head and smiled: "Hill, that was a legendary priest with a divine weapon fighting against the gods.
It is very rare for the people of Toril to have a place to escape when encountering such a terrible disaster.
They will cherish it very much and will never let themselves have the chance to be kicked out.
In the past, when encountering such a battle between gods that could destroy a city, except for the most devout believers who might be protected by some powerful temples, others could only fend for themselves.
Miriel's followers are pretty lucky. After all, although our main god is useless, his temple is always next to the Temple of Knowledge.
Hill, I have been in the Silver Moon Alliance for hundreds of years, and I have had to seek shelter in the temple five or six times.
Therefore, sometimes, I also feel that ordinary people in Toril are too miserable...
Elves don't deal with ordinary people who are not professionals, and they don't even want to pay attention to low-level professionals. In the past, I only thought that they had their eyes set above their heads, but I understood it not long after I came out.
Human life is too fragile. Gu
Many times, after only leaving for ten years, when you look back, you can only look at their graves."
His tone was full of sighs that things are different and people are different. Hill blinked and suddenly remembered a piece of information he had read. The average life span of humans in Toril was only about thirty years.
Even nobles, if they have no power, can only get a chance to survive in the dangers created by high-level professionals. If they encounter a sudden attack by the gods, they can only be wiped out.
Otherwise, why is Silvermoon City so worthy of admiration, and why is Alustriel held in such high status? Most of the ordinary people there can live to be over 40 years old, and some can even look like they are old.
He felt that he had found another useless topic.
Lin En shook his head: "It's my fault. These things have nothing to do with you. They shouldn't ruin your mood.
I heard Seraph say something about you. As a descendant of the gods of Trasil, you really can't interfere in Toril's affairs."
Hill smiled: "There's nothing else here in Toril. It's just that the relationship between these gods is too complicated. I can't understand it, so it's best to mind your own business."
Also, you must not be greedy.
In just a few years, he has seen so many artifacts in Toril!
It is estimated that many people who have lived for hundreds of years have not seen as much as he has in recent years.
Hill suddenly remembered something and took out a rag from the ring: "This... I got it when I was in Icewind Dale. It should be the human portrait of the predecessor Mystra. It should be a conspiracy and...
The remnants left behind after the betrayal were disposed of as useless magical artifacts."
"The one from Mis Drannor's Tower of Windsong?" Linn took it and glanced at it with a frown, "It's indeed that one. Why did the ghosts come to Icewind Dale? They used random
Dimensional gate?”
Linn had the same idea as Hill. You must know that his magic ship is very fast. It would take half a month to go back and forth from here to the other side of the High Wasteland. It would take even longer to get to Icewind Dale.
And before he left, those ghosts didn't have a clue!
When Hill got these things, he made some inquiries and found out that the mayor had been collecting these things for at least a month.
Lin En held the portrait and meditated for a few minutes, then stood up: "The thing they are looking for has been confirmed to be the first volume of the Nese Scroll. The Princes of Shadow City who have not obtained the thing will definitely not continue to keep it a secret.
Now many people on the mainland are looking for the winner, and many old guys who have been hiding for thousands of years have come out.
I'll go to the Harper with a message."
Lin En raised the fragments of the oil painting in his hand: "Do you still want this?"
"That's something that can only be used by believers of the Goddess of Magic." Hill shook his head, "If I take it, it's just for storage. Why don't you take it and sell it?"
Lin En laughed: "Of course, I will help you sell it at a good price!"
The words 'good price' made him gnash his teeth when he said it, and Hill understood that the gods of Myriel's faction had indeed fallen out with Mystra, so there was an internal dispute among the Harpers, and now they had to either break up or someone would quit.
stage.
However, the time of gods is different from that of human beings, so I don’t know how long it will take for the dispute to come to an end.
With Mystra's subsequent two falls and her final abandonment of her past beliefs, this dispute ended.
However, it is indeed a good way to embarrass Mystra and add trouble to those guys in Ghost City. Hill actually thinks so, but he can't do it by himself.
After all, when he went to Silvermoon City, both Mystra and Alustriel were very polite to him.
If there was only Alustriel, Hill felt that he really wouldn't be so disgusted with this magic goddess.
Suddenly there was a huge fluctuation of divine power in the eastern sky, and Hill couldn't help but poke his head over.
The silver moonlight exploded, and Su Lun really went crazy.
Did the necromancers of Zhentil Keep dig up the cemetery of her original holy city? They came from the High Waste, and it seemed that they did pass by there.
The priests and believers of Selun have always loved beauty. Even if their souls will become the most perfect and return to the kingdom of Selun, they don't like their bodies to rot, so they have always used a secret method to preserve their beauty.
The immortality of the corpse.
The dark sky can indeed block the moonlight from protecting those cemeteries.
Hill opened his mouth, and he saw a very rare sight: Suellen's fighting mode, the furious war god Selune.
The tall silver-haired woman wearing silver scales and holding the April scepter was continuously emitting faint blue-white moonlight. Every time she waved the heavy scepter, rays of moonlight passed through the dark sky.
The undead were slashing and killing under the moonlight, but they bypassed a semicircular moonlight shield, and inside was a group of female zombies with dull faces.