Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Hill was really tempted.

As long as you wear this ring, you can teleport directly to the lobby of the Tower of Windsong through any official portal.

Although the contents of the Tower of Wind Song must have been removed by those ghosts, the tower is still there.

Before it completely collapsed, Hill wanted to take a look.

And some of the Warlock's inheritance relies on the tower rather than the books inside.

The ghosts' goal was the Nese Scroll, and now they were busy chasing down the people who had gained something inside. They couldn't have the time to smash the tower into pieces. Hill felt that he could still gain something.

Whether it's the Grand Arcanist or Mystra, there are some things they don't understand at all. That's some knowledge passed down by the blood of the ancient elves.

What Hill has always wanted is these most basic and original inheritances.

He actually wanted to do something for the warlocks in Trasil. Now the warlocks in Trasil were actually fully trained as mages, but they didn't know how to deal with their own bloodline.

Hill himself was lucky enough to survive the initial bloodline riot, but not everyone was as lucky as him.

Because the living environment of the warlocks in Trasil is too harsh, almost all of them develop their own bloodline in the most barbaric way. The faster the better, the growth rate is always better. Few people study their bloodline carefully.

Many times, this kind of promotion is actually at the expense of one's own IQ. The higher the level, the more like a beast one's thinking becomes.

In the end, even some people with relatively good intelligence will not be able to learn spells outside of their bloodline.

But obviously as long as the intelligence is sufficient, a warlock can work part-time as a mage.

What Trasil needs is a stable warlock promotion route, and it doesn't need to be very powerful.

Just like Toril, there are many warlocks who are more powerful as mages, and they can freely choose their own hobbies.

But it is impossible to do it in Trasil, regardless of whether you have this qualification or not.

Although Hill doesn't like some of the styles of Warlock Tower, he can actually understand why Warlocks can't trust any outsiders at all.

But Hill is different from them. After all, he is a divine warlock, and he certainly cannot feel a lot of pain.

If he were asked to take risks for these warlocks, Hill might not be able to do it, but if it was just something he could do casually, he would still be willing to do something.

He was originally interested in this tower of inheritance, which was once the most powerful among Toril warlocks.

Hill smiled and put away the ring, and decided to go and have a look after returning to Aglaia City to see the recent situation.

Asking Oak Spirit to find a few puppets who were better at handling trivial matters, and giving them the remaining small oddities to sort, Hill rolled up his sleeves.

He had already felt a lot of hostility brought by the cold wind, and he was familiar with the divine power there.

Hill really thought there was something wrong with Woking's head, and he dared to come to his door!

Who gave her the courage? Bane?

By really fully cooperating with the God of Tyranny, does Vol'jin want to become the evil camp?

She, a god who relies entirely on faith, will be abandoned by countless businessmen who don't want to cause trouble as long as she dares to appear with Ben.

Hill sneered and walked out of the cloud house, asking the little flower fairies to hide among the flowers of the windmill jasmine.

Windmill Jasmine watched for a moment, and when she saw the murderous look on Hill's face, she quickly hid inside the Cloud House and hung on the window with Linglan, waiting to watch the excitement.

Both of them knew very well that Hill would walk out of this room, which meant that no matter what enemy came, he would not pay attention to him at all, and they were not even qualified to let Hill fight the enemy with all his strength. No.

Hill lowered his eyes and looked down at the place where the Spine of the World meets the Sword Coast. The rugged path is now occupied by Woking believers.

There are aggrieved caravans and adventurers who want to take action on these guys on both sides.

But these undercurrents all ended in front of a lady who was dressed resplendently. Even her boots were made of gold, not to mention the belt around her waist that looked like it was made of gold coins.

This kind of dress that was very similar to the statue of the goddess Wojin made most people leave honestly.

Hill tilted his head. Under the churning waves of the Sword Sea, it turned out to be Amberli!

No wonder Vol'jin had the courage to intercept him, she actually joined forces with Embry directly!

Hill suddenly felt that something was wrong. The guy in Embry looked ferocious, but in fact he was as timid as a mouse. Woking was not enough to give her the courage to deal with him directly.

Aglaia occupies most of the territory here in the Sea of ​​Swords. Even though she does not work so hard to manage her own faith, being able to stop praying for Amberli's safety is a good thing that many merchant ships who work normally can only dream of.

In the temple of Aglaia, the power of faith accumulated on the statue almost catches up with that of the entire Trasil.

She spent a lot of effort to create a cycle of utilizing faith in the divine fire of the statue.

These beliefs have been transformed into holy water and the power of protection for the Sea of ​​Swords by the dedicated statues.

Although Aglaia would not answer these prayers, she had also performed the duties of a sea god normally. There had never been any abnormal weather or wind and waves in the Sword Sea from Waterdeep City to Luskan.

Everything ebbs and flows according to the laws of nature.

This is a beauty that no merchant ship on the Sword Coast can even dream of.

Even the ancient blue dragon that operated the waterway went to the Aglaia Temple to worship once. She was so annoyed by the trouble-making Emboli.

Every time, she had to take action in person to knock the kelp back, which was a waste of time for her and the bed full of gold coins to fall in love with each other.

This was the first time that Hill and Aglaia knew that there could be a faith that disappeared so quickly. Even the priests in Amboli directly changed their faith.

In the past, Gernes already knew that those gods were faked by the devil. Many people could not change it immediately and could only live in isolation from the world in the alchemy hut!

Therefore, Emboli, who discovered that Aglaia did not intend to compete with her for other places immediately, would probably just hide away instead of actively coming to the door. Her strength was already weak to the limit.

If the clone dies again, Embry's Poseidon priesthood will probably be completely lost, and Hill doubts that she will really turn into a shark head.

After carefully observing the surroundings, Hill wondered suspiciously, could the Frost Girl also take action?

Probably not?

For so long, the frost girl has been avoiding Hill. She is worried about the Ring of Winter in Hill's hand.

She actually always knew where the one she made was, but unless there was a chance to be promoted back to medium divine power, she would never look for it.

The Ring of Winter can only be used by the good camp, and Oluel, who has been corrupted and downgraded, does not have the ability to absorb his original power.

She would never give Talos, the God of Storms, who had been eyeing him a chance, to annex her divine power.

In order not to meet Hill, the Frost Maiden has not crossed the Spine of the World on the Icewind Dale side in the past two years, even in the extreme winter that best demonstrates her power.

Hill didn't think Vol'jin could dig her out.

Unless Talos himself came forward, but that was impossible.

If Talos dares to step foot into Icewind Dale, Tempus, the god of battle, will rush over and chop him down.

He is silent now, but in accordance with the temper of the God of War, he will not bully the small. As long as Wojin and the others do not do anything to harm his followers, he will not attack them directly.

Oluel has been so honest over the years, watching her followers rely on killing chickens and sheep to complete their mission, all because she hopes that Tempus can take this into account and continue to keep Talos out of the North.

She has many barbarian female priests, all of whom believe in her so that they can go out in search of food in winter.

Sometimes when her priests fight, it is possible that the person they call is not Oluel, but Tempus, who has been accustomed to calling him since he was a child.

Hill finally set his sights on the mountain.

He suspected that it was Maura, the god of killing.

This guy hates nature gods very much, so of course he will be willing to kill nature's darling.

If that was the case, Hill glanced at the demigod vines that had been lying on the roof of the cloud house.

Ever since she devoured the false god in Ferenriel, she has been so lazy and unwilling to move.

But Hill knows how much benefit she has received. The leaves that have grown recently are all golden, not to mention the flowers and the filaments under the flowers that can pierce the human body.

Hill once tried to pull a flower from her body, but it took some effort.

That's because the killing vine didn't have any defense against Hill. He picked off a flower, and the vine asked if he wanted more.

He estimated that unless he was a high-level warrior with a legendary weapon, other methods would not be able to move a single leaf of this killing vine.

Hill waved to her and connected directly with her in the spiritual sea: "The prototype of the false god you devoured last time may be down there."

The flowers and leaves of the killing vine that had been lying lazily suddenly stood up together. She was so interested in this!

After following Hill, she won't be able to devour the essence and blood of monsters to advance, unless she is a brainless guy who actively seeks trouble.

But the higher the level of the monster, the less likely it is to cause trouble for Hill. The killing vine feels that it can only slowly rely on the natural power of Hill.

It's actually quite good, she just likes to sleep and doesn't like to be disturbed.

But the harvest from the previous world was so happy!

After devouring such powerful flesh and blood, he could still receive blessings from nature. The killing vine never dreamed of such a good thing!

When she did this before, she was always struck by lightning!

Killing Vine loves that big horse monkey to death!

She swam down to the top of the cloud roof in high spirits and landed next to Hill.

Hill let Yunwu swing over these guys a few times, and found speechlessly that they didn't feel anything at all.

You dare to come out and intercept him just now?

The female knight wearing red knight armor in the caravan next to her realized that something was wrong!