Chapter seven hundred and sixty-five the silent old snow dog
Frank does like to pursue everything unknown, but he has always set a bottom line for himself.
He had never agreed with the idea that one could abandon one's bottom line as a human being just to pursue knowledge. After leaving Trasil, he became even more convinced of this idea.
Fran even felt that he who was willing to give up the knowledge on the evil side was actually stronger than the one who wanted to learn everything in the past.
This is actually the realization that Hill brought to him: choose the path you want, and then stick to it without hesitation. Even if there are other more beautiful scenery, don't feel regret.
Never turn your persistent pursuit of knowledge into uncontrollable greed.
He glanced at his grandson who looked at him with concern and smiled slightly: "Don't worry about me.
I have understood that knowledge is endless, and there is no need to grasp it all in the palm of my hand. I would give up learning the demonic writings at first, and I will give up learning the undead writings now.
These are all things that will corrode the soul. No matter how strong the willpower is, it cannot be completely unaffected... How can I risk my soul if I am unwilling to give it to the gods?"
Now that Hill has shown him that he can become so powerful even if he does not choose the Law of Destruction, Fran will certainly not fall into the arms of evil... Fran absolutely does not believe that if he does not learn evil spells, he will never be able to do anything again.
The day when new knowledge comes.
The multiverse is endless, and even if he reaches the end of his life, he will never learn all the truth.
It is estimated that even those gods who are famous for their knowledge would not dare to say that he knows everything.
Hill laughed happily, watching Fran turn to the previous page, and then discovered that the runes recorded on that page were from the ancient elf system.
Hill didn't find it strange. There are traces of elves in many ancient ruins in Calimshan thousands of years ago. After all, those who sealed those ancient gods and monsters were the most powerful first-generation elves.
With the power Runelord Lagon had in Calishan in the past, it would be too easy for him to study these ruins.
It is impossible not to recognize these runes... The elven script of Trasil is the ancient elven script of Toril. It has a beautiful tone, beautiful structure, but is complicated and difficult to understand.
Hill asked softly: "Grandpa, have you seen the elven writing on Toril now?"
Fran held the pen in his hand and said without raising his head: "I see... it's a lot simpler!"
Especially if you can study it through the Elvish Text of Trasil, it will be even easier.
When I first learned elven literature, it took me almost 10 years. This was because I could directly talk to elves.
When I left, Adrian was still very rough in Elvish writing... He could even make mistakes when reading purely Elvish spellbooks, but those Elvish novels can be understood at a glance."
Hill couldn't help but laugh. Adrian had always struggled with learning words, so much so that when this topic was mentioned, he became very jealous of Hill, who didn't have to learn at all.
The undead on the giant screen cheered again, and the black-red Skeleton Lord exploded into a ball of rotten bones.
‘Xueyunfeng’ also seemed to be happy: “Okay… take this opportunity, all Ts, please stand over… The main T just now can take a break and just stand in the third row. Remember to fill up.
Cheer up! Everyone! Victory is right in front of you. Finish early and go to bed early! Come on, everyone~
Priests and paladins have worked hard, and when the time comes, their merits will be doubled."
Almost no one listened to his concluding speech, and most people became excited.
The mages took advantage of the fact that the battle had not yet begun, and at the feet of the skeleton who was about to return to the world again, they released triggering spells or continuous range spells like fire walls.
So as soon as the pale skeleton stepped out, he had to wail, and the bone staff in his hand was hitting it irregularly... Even Hill, who couldn't see the monster's bloodline, could feel that this guy's
weak.
"Work harder! Work harder!" 'Xueyunfeng' became happy, "You can finish playing and rest soon!"
"Shut up, you bitch!" A loud female voice echoed throughout the crypt, "Don't you know how dark you are? How dare you say such a thing?"
The 'Old Sanda King' had been quiet for so long, but at this moment he broke his guard... and the countless complaints that followed proved their sorrow.
Snow Old Gou also suddenly became quiet. Although he was carrying a loudspeaker, he stubbornly remained silent and did not dare to reply a word.
Hill really couldn't control it this time, and laughed "haha". It seems that in the world of the undead, "you will rest soon" is not something you can say casually.
Especially the guy with particularly dark hands must not speak.
The undead are obviously experienced in this area, and some people have already begun to run to the passage in the underground world to set traps... It seems that Lao Gou has a very good reputation in this area.
Fran looked up with interest, put away the notes in his hand and stood up: "If he can really attract monsters, the Goddess of Doom will probably be interested in him.
If it’s still this kind of mindless undead or monster that comes, there’s no need to call me, I’ve got some inspiration and want to give it a try.”
"Okay, Grandpa." Hill stood up.
Fran waved his hand to signal Hill to be casual, then turned and left.
The battle between the undead ended quickly. Although the Lord of Bones finally remembered and tried to break out and escape at the last stage, there were too many knights surrounding him... and he could only be completely destroyed with a shrill howl.
However, no one from the undead cheered. The living knights raised their large shields, stood side by side in a row, and then marched step by step towards the place where Lagon stood just now.
The little elves became nervous. They finally realized that these Trasil elves thought there were enemies there... But how could this be possible?
Just now there was a great lich of over 30 levels standing there... No one would dare to come here unless they were blind!
They chatted and even made a bet about it: the bet was the garland they prepared for the Spring Equinox Ceremony... It seemed that they wanted to watch the excitement of the dead more than having a dance party outside, and were not prepared to show themselves at the ceremony.
The most beautiful side.
Only when a consensus is reached that no one will participate will these little fairies give up their garlands.
After walking to the entrance of the cave, the mages who followed closely behind the knights began to throw "fire shock waves" in front of the knights over and over again. The level of this shock wave was not high, but in addition to setting fire to it, it could also shake the people under their feet.
Land is indeed a good way to alert others.
Hill sat on the sofa with interest... Could it be that the old dog's mouth was really open?
The undead seemed to have no doubts about the black under their command, so even after walking dozens of steps without any problems, they still insisted on continuing to go down, and the 'fire shock wave' never missed every corner.
Then, while Hill was stunned, a group of howling stone blind barbarians exploded.
These grotesque humanoid creatures wielding battle axes are actually degenerated humans...but they have been changed beyond recognition and turned into ugly monsters without eyeballs.
But their hearing and sense of smell are very sensitive, and they can even hear the sounds of distant battles and smell the smell of blood in the distance.
They used to be humans who served the mind flayers... and their levels were not low.
Hill suspected that they had known about the situation in this crypt for a long time, so there were so many elite-level Stoneblind lurkers ready to ambush the victors on the battlefield.
But these monsters didn't know that the person controlling this place was a big lich... so only a few hundred warriors around level 20 came.
No matter how tall they are, how strong their strength is, or how sharp their stone axes are... the terrible gap in numbers cannot be smoothed out by these.
Hill watched indifferently as these barbarians were completely destroyed... These guys didn't deserve to live in this world at all. Their favorite thing to do was to capture the mind flayer masters that humans contributed to them... Even if they were abandoned, they would only
Work harder to find sacrifices to find a new mind flayer master willing to accept them.
However, only those mind flayers who lose the power struggle will choose to control a tribe of stone blind barbarians so that they can accumulate some new slaves.
When he is sure that the slaves he has trained can protect him, this mind flayer will abandon these ugly and stupid guys without hesitation... Yes, the ones who look down on them the most are the mind flayers they follow wholeheartedly.
.
No one knows the reason for this, but most people are sure that it must be related to the collapse of the empire established by the mind flayers.
The creatures on the earth don't care about the grudges between them. They just sincerely hate these blind monsters, and even evil forces are unwilling to deal with them.
All humans, including lichs, will exterminate these disgusting things when they see them... Hill really didn't expect that there was such a large ethnic group under the Spine of the World.
He thought quietly for a while, but still did not issue a mission to exterminate the stone blind barbarians to the undead.
Maybe he was thinking too much, but a tribe of stone blind barbarians that could send out hundreds of level 20 warriors at a time must be very large... This is a bit incredible.
No mind flayer would ever raise such a large tribe... And if they are willing to stay so close to the ground, there must be a big city above... Those who just like to throw people who have failed to seize power into the underground world.
kind.
So, this must be a native tribe... Think about it, what allowed them to exist under the nose of a lich for so many years?
Hill lowered his eyes and decided to leave the future of these stone blind barbarians to the undead.
There is no being in Toril who can calculate and control the movements of the undead, let alone include them in prophecies.
"What the hell is this? It's smelly, ugly and poor!" The undead cursed at the end of the battle.
"Is it purely based on experience?" Someone answered, "What good thing could it be if an old dog consecrated it?"