Hill looked at the endless mountains quietly and couldn't help but sigh.
He is indeed not as sensitive as William in this regard. How did His Majesty analyze the identity of the enemy from this mess of information? It is not simple?
Hill only thought that this was a group of bereaved dogs working hard for some special materials... He couldn't tell what was special no matter how hard he tried... Or did the minerals here have some special effects that he didn't know about?
But God knows it well...but William knows P material!
Hill watched the noisy and angry undead mages flying back and forth on the side of the mountain range. He couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. The scenery looked spectacular, and it felt like a crowd of crows quarreling with each other, bent on facing the rising sun. In fact,
These guys seem more like they are covering for the undead on the line below.
They seemed to think that the place where the mountains were covered by heavy snow was not suitable for using fire spells, so they did not use any common spells such as meteors and fire showers... Hill saw that they were all using wind spells downwards, and occasionally there would be some snow.
...strong winds and blizzards?
What are you playing at?
Moreover, the ice and snow storm that seemed to stir up the Spine of the World was actually not as damaging as it looked from the outside. They couldn't aim at all... They were just throwing it around.
Hill observed carefully for a while before he understood why the undead were doing this... On the Spine of the World, their mana consumption was actually three times the normal amount.
So they seemed to be flying around erratically, but in fact they didn't dare to leave their family's command for more than a certain distance. The main reason was that someone had to shout the command: Let them remember the time to drink the blue potion. That would be too embarrassing.
These guys are easily hot-headed.
Even with such repeated orders, many mage commanders of the family were even blowing whistles, but it could not stop those guys who were so excited that they completely lost their hearing and fell directly to the ground. It was basically impossible to survive. After all, they could not even drop a drop.
Blue couldn't even squeeze out... The undead that fell like dumplings were cheered by the orcs at the top of the mountain. They may have thought that their own people were still resisting bravely... There were indeed some living orcs, but they were all a little bit different.
IQ, the kind that knows how to hide in the cracks and crevices of certain corners.
The undead did not break the beautiful illusions of those guys on the mountain range... I guess they would rather act like they were killed by the enemy than let outsiders know that this was all the result of their own stupidity...
William seemed to strictly prohibit them from going beyond the top of the mountain above the clouds, so even if they saw the almost endless orcs on it, the undead did not rush over.
But Hill thinks it's not that simple. How could the undead be so obedient?
The damage to them above the clouds will definitely be greater, and their bodies may dissipate as soon as they pass... Hill suspects that some undead have already tried it.
Hill didn't pay much attention to the fighting during this period, but he definitely didn't believe that the undead would defend the city so honestly... There will always be someone who is unconventional and brave enough to fight for death.
Hill found that the undead were already preparing to return home. It was estimated that the CD time of the blue medicine could no longer sustain their consumption.
For a flesh-and-blood body like Hill, it would take several hours to take this kind of medicine to replenish physical strength and mana, but for the undead, it would only take a few minutes or at most 10 minutes for another bottle.
Moreover, during this kind of war, the number of medicine bottles in the hands of the undead will definitely not be small.
If you can't hold on even if you take medicine like this... the Spine of the World is likely to increase its consumption of elemental power as time goes by.
Hill waited and watched. Although a lot of undead fell down, more of them actually flew up, so it seemed that there was no damage... But so many flying up that Hill felt that there was not much difference in the number.
In fact, less than half of them should choose to return to the city automatically.
However, those who persisted for a longer period of time have already drank more than five super mana-replenishing potions... and this bottle can basically fill up half of the mana bars of legal professions above level 15.
Hill discovered for the first time how much damage the Spine of the World can do to pure elemental bodies... No wonder no ghost dragon chose this mountain range to live...
They don't have that strong of a blue bottle to drink.
Hill recalled the feeling of standing on that mountain range... It seemed that his mana was indeed depleted a little... But this loss was not worth mentioning to him, so Hill went there several times.
There is no feeling at all: no matter how strange the spine of the world is, it is still located on the earth.
No matter how much he consumes, the earth will only supply him with more.
"Sir." Liszt appeared in front of him, "Those necromancers have been blocked in the tunnel... His Majesty William suggests that you take action to transform the stones near the tunnel.
The undead's transformation of mud into stone is not very reliable... Although it is a spell used by many people together, His Majesty William feels that there may still be relatively large cracks... enough for a skeleton to squeeze out.
If possible, His Majesty William also hopes that you can add something in the middle of the stone layer that can limit the effect of spiritual bodies... He doesn't know what is useful, but sir, he definitely knows.
After he has clarified some things, he will tell you why these Necromancers are so important... The only thing he can tell you is: His Majesty William suspects that the Necromantic School of the Seer Red Robe Mages may intend to destroy these Zhentarim.
Pack up the remnants and take them back.
Their archlich seems to want to learn some knowledge about becoming a god from Bane.
The Shadow Weave is indeed difficult to use now...but it does very little damage to the Necromancer system, and many of their spells can continue to be used.
According to the long-standing tradition of the Red Robe Mage Association, the Necromancy School must become the ruler of Ser in the future.
And with Bane's usual character, as long as Sazastan, the chief of the Necromancer faction, is willing to let Bane become Cell's only faith, he will dare to teach him anything.
Although Trasil doesn't care what happens to Toril, there are still some things that must be taken precautions against. He doesn't want to accept more cross-world immigrants."
Hill lowered his head and tried to suppress his smile.
The meaning behind William's words was too obvious.
I really don’t know how Corellon feels when he hears these words... But as long as Trasil comes out, the first reaction is probably that the elves should not come back again...
For people who are good at fighting and move forward bravely, dwarves who invade the world and cause huge harm to the entire world will bring a lot of trouble, but no one will be afraid of them.
Even if the enemy is very powerful, it is just a fight to the death. What cannot be done today can always be done in the future.
On the contrary, the elves are really annoying.
Just try your best... You haven't reached that level yet, so don't try... It's really disgusting to the native people of Trasil for tens of thousands of years.
Hill calmed down his expression before flying directly to the northeast corner.
Although he didn't know why William wanted to lock them in the same place... he certainly knew that Hill had the ability to lock these people separately... but William didn't say a word.
Hill sensed the movement underground... The undead seemed to have stuffed some small tablets that could be used as cameras... There were probably a dozen or so.
Hill thoughtfully walked slowly along the ground. The bright white crystal powder in his hand was sprinkled on the ground along the edge of the tunnel, and quickly integrated into the underground stone layer that was slowly turning into green steel rock.
Even if necromancy spells can be used now, the passage in the magic network should be very narrow... At least a wizard who is not sensitive enough to the magic network has no idea how much mana can be used to cast a spell normally.
This little bit of bright white crystal powder is enough to make most of their spells fail, especially spells like summoning ghosts, which are absolutely useless.
Hill silently walked around that section of tunnel three times, then looked back at the mountains behind him: What were those two white dragons doing secretly?
You don't seem to be observing him?
Could it be that the male and female wanted to defeat the undead?
Hill blinked and couldn't help but laugh a few times: If you really dare to go directly to the undead, the pair of dragons known as the 'White Queen' and the 'White Death', I wonder if they will become the 'Xue Feng'
'Number?
He slowly flew back to Purvi's back, trying to attract the attention of the outside world.
Hill didn't believe that William's purpose of letting him out was just to strengthen the prison. The undead had many rare items in their hands that could harm the evil camp.
In order to fight against the devil... after all, the only trouble in the world now is the door to hell that cannot be closed... they really produced a lot of sacred items.
They are actually preparing for the departure of the undead, and are working very hard to train their own temple knights and priests.
Even Aglaia, Hill heard her muttering about how to allow these priests to use their divine power to create low-grade holy water... Most of the gods in Trasil have very simple requirements for these priests.
: Fight against evil, maintain a kind heart, and respect the beliefs of ordinary people.
The most important thing is to fight evil... Even if you are not so pious to the gods, as long as you do what you should do, the gods don't care.
Therefore, the priest of Trasil is really just a profession...
More and more of these priests have produced a large number of sacred artifacts. The demons are still unable to get out of the gate of the abyss, so they are basically acquired by the undead.
The gods of Trasil are really very economical: for this kind of sacred artifact, the ratio between the priests and the temple is 2:8... After all, the materials and the like are all produced by the temple.
It may not seem like much, but the higher the level of the clergy, the more they earn... Many children from ordinary families with mage qualifications have given up on pursuing the path of mage and have become clergy with a promising future.
the road.
When Hill heard Aglaia talk about these things, he was a little dumbfounded: Although Aglaia was very happy, Adrian was probably very upset.
So as soon as he heard William's request, he knew that the guy's purpose was to let him hang around outside.