"Yu Luo Morchen" said with a smile: "But these animals don't seem to die!"
Different creatures have different names in their eyes, and undead creatures will be specially marked.
'Xueyunfeng' said nonchalantly: "We are elves! Can't we tell the aura of undead creatures at a glance? Since they want to hide and monitor us, they will definitely not be so stupid."
'Yu Luofanchen laughed: "When you see these little birds that can't fly as well as a fat duck, you don't think they are very smart."
"The old dog is right. You are just stupid!" The 'senior Sanda King' who was sitting on his animal companion slapped Yuluo Fanchen's head, "Go and look at those Yinbutu people, who would think
Is there something wrong with those flying birds?
In Toril, it is estimated that only druids would find something wrong with those birds.
They live too rough a life to care about the traces of flying birds."
‘Xueyunfeng’ added with a smile: “Furthermore, the Toril people usually have a very direct style of doing things, so side surveillance methods like this are not commonly used.
The eyes of the dead are hidden in the air, which is a common method used by these necromancers.
How many people can spot that thing at a glance?
Although their conspiracies are vicious, their methods are simple and crude."
The 'Old Sanda King' said a little impatiently: "According to William's request, unless evidence is found, we cannot easily attack a sovereign country.
What should we do? Just watch?"
"What's the rush?" 'Xueyunfeng' said calmly, "It's obvious that William has no follow-up large-scale missions.
This round of regional war missions should end here.
That's pretty much it. Just look at those unorganized people who have begun to work without any effort.
The passion of Sanren for large-scale tasks has its limits.
Even if we wanted to continue, it would be difficult to maintain it.
Besides, unless we have the ability to enter the giant valley and cause chaos, we can only wait for the opportunity."
"When is the time? How long will it take?" the 'Old Sanda King' asked impatiently.
"Isn't there a goblin god under the control of Bane?" 'Xueyunfeng' said with a smile, "When the giant valley encounters the goblin disaster or the Seer invasion next door, that's when our next regional mission begins.
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"No matter how fast goblins are born, it will take a year or two before they cause disaster, right?" Yuluo Fanchen asked in surprise.
“Why else would William let us build a camp here?
After the teleportation array is installed, those who want to leave can leave. Just leave a family who is willing to stay here to stay here.
Others can go wherever they like for their daily tasks. It is estimated that William will disband the command team in a few days."
The 'Old Sanda King' pinched his waist and patted his wolverine: "After the disbandment, I'll go back to the hidden town, I miss Edna.
I don’t know how her studies are going now? Has she grown taller?”
The little Loli suddenly said melancholy: "Maybe Edna will be much taller than me when we go back! I regret choosing a Lolita body shape."
The rare melancholy of the Sanda King ended up in Xue Laogou's ivory-less mouth: "I want to raise a daughter myself! Even the bald man is about to have a child, and that girl Cunlu can be called mother. What are you waiting for?"
?
No matter how gentle and talkative your man is, he can't do this job for you!"
There was a cruel smile on the face of the 'Old Sanda King', and in the wailing sound of 'Yuluo Morchen'... 'Wait!
Give innocent people a chance to escape!'... In the middle, he asked his wolverine friend to fart into the old dog's mouth, which was smelly enough.
Since there was nothing to do, the reporters following the command team were caught off guard and dropped their tools... The scene on the giant screen was suddenly dazzling.
Hill smiled helplessly and couldn't help but murmur to himself: "Ekak and Magrubiette seem to be bound to play a role in this drama, and I don't know how many more.
The gods have infiltrated Toril."
"Well...it shouldn't be less, right?" Selune couldn't help but answer, "Her enemies, plus her ex's enemies, can form a symphony orchestra."
Hill couldn't help but laugh... It seems that Selune really likes the 'Master' and their symphony orchestra.
Many people in the music school gave up the Battle of Imbutu and stayed in Calimshan to play with the goblins... Goblins who have lived in music for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years, even if they are learning a new instrument
, but the artist’s ability will not be reduced as a result.
Musicians can hear the artistic style...even if their senses are compromised, the unique taste of the goblin is still there.
In the current Carlin Forest, after completing the greening task every day, the goblins arrange and play various symphonies with these music-loving elf children.
Operas from the world of the undead were all brought to this world and performed...but maybe William got in the way, and they were all Western classic plays such as Shakespeare's.
Then the goblins transformed their long-standing goblin epic in the form of an opera... It is said that because they brought enough novel music to the goblins, Vera's position as queen was already very secure.
Some goblins who had no intention of following Valar were attracted to Calimshan Forest.
Selune probably listens to it often.
"But is it worth it?" Hill asked a little confused, "If you want to enter Toril at this time, the sacrifice will be relatively high, right?"
"All the smarter gods understand A's idea." Shar said quietly, "Even my shadow magic network has been stripped away, how long can their divine power network be maintained?
It's just that the gods who have no grudge against Midnight can still save this divine power network until the end, and maybe there will be a chance to exchange for something from A0.
If you have a grudge, you may not necessarily do something... Maybe some gods still choose interests, but some gods may prefer to vent their anger.
Speaking of which, I have to thank you at midnight! If you hadn't prevented Wo Jin from leaving the house for at least a few hundred years, the biggest trouble she would have encountered when going out in the future would have been the goddess of wealth."
Hill said confusedly: "But the reason why the goddess Wojin ended up like this is not because she blew up the Hell Gate Castle? I think she offended more gods because of this incident, right?"
"You are thinking too much." Shar said coldly, "The lives of believers can be purchased with money... Even if a believer who is pious enough dies, he will be taken to the Kingdom of God. If he is not pious enough, it would be better if he could sell it for some money.
good?
No matter how incompetent Wo'jin is, as long as the Merchant Priesthood remains, she will always be a symbol of wealth.
The only one who would really fight against her is Corellon, but the character of the father of elves... In the words of the undead,
Should it be pity for the fragrance and cherish the jade?
If Vol'jin cries twice and spends hundreds of years of self-imprisonment, it will probably be over."
"That's Corellon too!" Hill said unsatisfiedly, how could you blame him? He has always been the spokesman for defense and counterattack!
"Wol'jin chose Hellgate Castle, at least half of the reason is you, right?" Selune interjected, "Being beaten so badly by a half-elf mage was the reason why she went crazy and directly faced Corellon, wasn't it?"
Hill pouted: "That's all her own choice."
"Maybe her business is full of blood and tears?" Selune said lightly, "Every time Wojin takes a multiple-choice question,
They chose the wrong side."
Hill glanced at the moonlight in the pool in bewilderment... He was familiar with this term. It seemed to be commonly used in Trahill. Who was it talking about?
Shar interrupted Hill's thoughts coldly: "Vol'jin and Helm will either become evil or die sooner or later. The slave trade... Humph!
Hell has already prepared a place for them."
Although they were burned, killed, and looted all year round, Shar's bottom line seemed to be a little higher than that of some neutral gods.
Selûne rarely acknowledged her sister: "In the past, the world was still full of strife between different races...
...Everything that happens in a race war is normal. Although the fate of the losers is also worthy of sympathy, the gods cannot interfere.
But turning fellows into slaves only happened in this era... I don't know if it's because human life is too short, and their style of doing things is much crueler.
The characters of human gods are also very complex."
Hill couldn't help but sigh... Don't discuss such a troublesome issue with him, okay?
What happened to Toril before it was restarted? Several gods were born before the restart. Are there any memories from before?
Full of questions, he quietly took a sip of wine. Hill decided to bury this matter deep in his heart and not even think about it when he left this place.
Although he is very curious, Hill understands that if he knows too much, he may not be able to get out of this world... He does have a strong backing that allows him to ignore some minor troubles.
But if he takes the initiative to cause trouble on his own, his backing may not be able to completely protect him... After all, the world of Toril does not intend to harm him, it just prevents him from leaving.
Selûne and Shar would not take the initiative to do anything to him, but they, especially Selûne who relies on intuition to speak and act, may not necessarily be able to trick him at all.
Hill smiled and changed the dangerous subject: "In less than three years, Edna will be an adult."
"Shar, will you take action?" Selune took over the topic as expected.
"According to the agreement, I will not take action personally." Shar sneered, "But my subordinates will not let an envoy of Mystra pass through their territory."
Hill couldn't help but glance at the shadow under the big tree... Her three chosen ones now all have a powerful artifact in their hands, right?
"Your voters?" Selune also remembered, "Is there any difference between taking action yourself?"
"Of course." Shar retorted, "If I hadn't taken action, she would have been lucky!"
That's not wrong.
Hill secretly thought to himself that it was very possible that Shar might have done it herself, but she would have failed due to a sudden change in luck.
The goddess of the night always secretly encourages others to take action, probably not only because she is used to acting in secret, but also because she has learned too many lessons.