Chapter 762: The Old Dog Who Can't Help Cursing Impulsively
Hill expressionlessly returned his gaze to the giant screen... Now Vera's mind has been completely distorted. Becoming the new Fairy Queen has become the supreme pursuit in her heart. No matter what Hill says, it is useless.
Already.
The only good thing is that as long as Vera puts in a certain amount of effort during the journey of the sun god returning to his throne, the favor she owes has been repaid... As long as her heart is not controlled by power at that time.
If she is willing to return to Aglaia to be her carefree flower fairy, then of course Aglaia will open her heart to welcome her.
But Hill knew very well that when Vera was her fairy queen in Calimshan, he could no longer open his arms to his little friend... Hill was absolutely unwilling to do anything for the resurrection of Amaunata!
Even if it is Vera's wish, how could Hill agree to it knowing that it does not come from the little flower fairy's heart?
That would make him feel like he's being blackmailed!
Hill's increasingly cold expression caught Fran's attention. He carefully thought about the conversation between Hill and the goblin just now, and sighed softly in his heart.
Although I couldn't understand what they were talking about specifically, it was obvious that this little goblin had taken the path where Toril was most often seen.
Fran couldn't help but look up at the sky. The stone slab that bound Toril's countless lives... was really scary.
Fortunately they are Trashil people.
The World Tree God System has never cared about the direction of the world he created... When he left Trasil, he could still hear some idiots complaining that the Universal World Tree had never come forward to protect Trasil, and even looked on helplessly
He led Trasil towards destruction... He didn't even do anything while his biological daughter was sleeping on the verge of death.
Although Fran felt that he should not count on the gods... just as he had never felt that not everyone in Trasil would love their children, so how could he be qualified to blame the gods for ignoring them, but it was not that he had never thought about it.
If only World Tree had come to help when the Earth Goddess was sleeping...
But after truly seeing the multiverse with his eyes... Fran felt extremely lucky... Fortunately, their real creator was the Yggdrasil who had a peaceful mind and gave all power to the living beings on the planet itself.
Although no one will come to save you if you are destroyed... But at least you won't live like a joke... Even if someone can escape the fate of those puppets, before that, they have to struggle desperately in the quagmire to survive.
have to.
Fran quietly glanced at the beautiful little fairy on Hill's head. Based on his understanding of his grandson, if this little flower fairy named Vera was so ambitious from the beginning, Hill would never
The relationship with her is so good.
Hill will sympathize with the weak, and will also come to the rescue of some poor victims...but he will never reach out to those losers who actively engage in power struggles.
So one can imagine how Hill feels now... What a regrettable fate!
Fran knocked on the table in front of him and handed Hill a glass of Hongying wine: "Sometimes, drinking a glass of wine will make you feel much better."
Hill turned to look at his grandfather, then looked down at the wine glass. The ruby wine was gently rippling in the crystal glass, with golden spots shining in it. He showed a sad smile, holding the wine glass in his hand to his own.
My grandfather raised it: "I hope every soul can fly freely."
Fran raised the glass in his hand and exchanged a toast with Hill, then drank the wine in the glass with him.
Hongying wine is an elven spirit that Frank only fell in love with after he came to Hill's city. It has a clear taste, and drinking it will make people sober-minded. It is obviously a spirit, but it has a refreshing effect.
But the purpose of pouring this glass of wine for Hill was not to make his grandson sober:
This drink, made from two rare fruits, Orosco and Rismore, is usually stored in bottles made of clear crystal, which absorbs light.
When a special phrase is spoken in Elvish, those rays will converge into thirteen different points, just like the Corellon Galaxy in Elven tradition.
To elves, especially Corellon's worshipers, this is almost holy wine.
Therefore, the elves cherish the Rainbow Shadow Wine very much. For them, sharing the Rainbow Shadow Wine is the best blessing to their family and friends... I hope they will always be happy and healthy under the protection of Corellon.
Even if Hill can grow his own Orosco and Rismore and brew a warehouse full of Rainbow Shadow wine, the meaning of this wine will not change.
Of course, Hill understood his grandfather's thoughts and showed a faint smile to Fran.
In fact, he was not unprepared... When he knew that Vera and several other little flower fairies were not only saved by the Holy Grail of Amaunata, but also coexisted with him for thousands of years, he knew that something was likely to go wrong.
But he didn't expect it to be so serious. This directly distorted the will of the demigod!
Perhaps as Vera said, she was born relying on the natural power of Toril...her body will always bear the mark of this world, and the thread of fate has never been in Vera's own hands from the beginning.
Vera sensitively noticed that Hill was in a bad mood. She happily swung the long-haired swing she was sitting on and comforted her big friend: "Don't worry! Hill, I won't go to Calimshan to fight...
I will definitely hide behind the undead and wait until they are done fighting before I come out!
And then... when I make Calimshan a garden forest again, no one can hurt me!
Toril's natural consciousness will protect me!"
Hill smiled and nodded to her without saying anything else. There were some things...he could only wait for the ending.
He turned his attention back to the giant screen.
The patience of the undead is indeed strong enough... Lagon actually persisted for almost an hour by repeatedly pushing the wall of fire mechanically.
It seems that not only the undead are waiting for him to fill up the ioun stone, Lagon himself also wants to see if there is a chance to use the ultimate move. To be honest, this is the first time Hill has seen someone wearing all the ioun stones.
An ioun stone that absorbs mana.
You must know that ioun stones of the same color will either fuse together to form a larger one, generally speaking, five is the limit, or they will repel each other and will never be superimposed...only ioun stones of different colors can.
The maximum power that a color of Ioun Stone can increase is 25% of one's own ability.
Hill waited silently to see what kind of lethality half the mana of a lich that had lived for thousands of years would cause...
The two stones rotating around Lagon's head grew brighter and brighter.
"Three T's on!" 'Xueyunfeng''s voice seemed to get louder, "Mage has full elemental protection! Priest gives T's a shield! Don't stop the holy rain! Make sure everyone has a protective necromantic enchantment!"
Fran put down the wine glass in his hand and praised with interest: "Although his hands-on ability is poor, his judgment of timing is very accurate!
It's a pity that they haven't found La Gon's true identity yet... With full elemental protection, a lot of people will probably die.
The protective barrier against the undead is not enough."
Hill couldn't help laughing: "They can afford the gamble anyway."
Lagon is a lich... He will only choose necromancy spells when he has the chance to increase his attack.
Just as Fran was about to nod, he saw countless black flames exploding on the giant screen and rushing toward the undead amidst the sudden screams of the goblins.
He frowned, this is...
"Black Flame... an eighth-level necromancy spell. If the undead regard it as a fire spell, they will be doomed." Hill said softly.
The 3Ts of the undead who were standing in the front row had already raised their giant shields and stood side by side to build a high golden sacred wall... Hill was a little confused as to why it was 2T who died in the first wave.
No... Hill looked at the knights who had held on to the black flames for a long time with their shields raised. Although these guys' defense was not as good as the main T's, they were definitely stronger than those in the first wave... Those were obviously fighting knights.
, just wearing protective gear.
Even this combined shield wall has never been released.
Hill silently stared at the 'Xueyunfeng' locked in the carriage. Has this big boss who can understand their way of speaking taught them a lesson?
It seems that what he said on the surface was probably just for everyone to hear... No wonder he didn't let the San people stand at the front, and even sent people from major families to die.
So Hill was no longer surprised. Holy water springs jumped out next to the black flames that split infinitely and bounced in all directions... Obviously, when dealing with the lich, they chose to let the mage add BUFF, and the priest became
became the main force.
It is true that the black flames cannot be reflected, and there is no way to prevent their automatic splitting, but as long as there are enough priests, they can be surrounded by springs composed of those sacred powers... No matter how capable the necromancy flames are, after they fall into the sacred springs, they will
It can only dissipate slowly...
Hill couldn't help but laugh.
The defense methods he and Fran conceived were all imagined by mages...the undead could really only be used by them.
"Pastor! Pastor! What are you thinking about? You didn't see what the pastor of the family group is doing? Let's release the sacred spring!" the irritable voice of 'Xue Yunfeng' came out again, "Can't you learn from it?"
Then he suddenly paused: "Main T, pay attention to filling positions! If the next one dies, just fill in the one in front of you, and don't worry about others! If anyone is put into the Black Fire, the merit value will be deducted in half!
Especially those from the Demon Cult!"
Then the mage commander slammed the carriage wall, and couldn't hold back anymore and cursed: "What are those people who put the sacred spring in the crowd thinking? Ah?
I admit that you can't aim at Black Fire! It's so big outside anyway, if you let it out, the blind cat might catch a dead mouse!
What do you want to do in the crowd?
Isn’t our T still standing there?
I’m %￥!”
The Holy Spring is considered an eighth-ring magic. Even undead priests have to spend more than half of the blue bars to release it. These lay priests may not necessarily drink blue medicine.
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