Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1130 The God of Battle's Doubts and Sorrows
The treasure digging spree in Icewind Dale lasted for seven days.

But apart from letting the wealthy households in the town clear all their inventory at a high price... The Northlanders who grew up in the ice and snow are very clear-headed, and they are accustomed to using force. color scrolls.

After all, there are not many people in the North who can read, let alone understand the exclusive artifacts of mages.

Of course, there are people with greed over reason everywhere, but although the undead will not easily deal with an ordinary person, the caravans from the south, and those high-level mages who flew over from Faerun Continent for a few days I don't have that patience.

Although they don't know how to rob, there are countless ways for these guys to open the door by themselves.

If it wasn't for the fact that the undead didn't like robbers, and there was a God of War family on the nearby mountain range, these latecomers wouldn't be so honest.

But in the case that the color-resistant scroll obviously did not appear, even if they came late and found few good things, they could bear it.

Anyway, as long as the things bought by the undead are sure to be strange things, they will increase the price and set up a stall outside... These elves seem to be able to identify them, but the level is not high, and the value judgment of these strange things is relatively rough.

But the way they sell things is also very strange, and there is no room for bargaining at all.

But... Although the price is high, there is basically no profit margin. Even if you go back and resell it, you can at most earn money for travel expenses.

But for most people, especially those caravans...they have come, of course they have to take something that can be sold, and most of the strange things are very small, and they can be carried in their arms gone.

The road can also be less dangerous.

It doesn't matter to mages, useful things can be bought anywhere anyway, at most there is no bargain to take advantage of.

They just kept trying to know whether the undead could see the value of things before buying these warehouse foundations... This is a racial talent, not a skill learned later.

After all... ah, there are so many tin cans on display!

The undead didn't realize that they were being clichéd, that guy William wouldn't let them use identification for things that didn't belong to them.

They also open blind boxes, okay?
But... Blind boxes are so much fun!It's just that the quantity is too small.

In such a big ten towns, the public treasury and private warehouse didn't last even half a day!
William, this guy, always likes to play this kind of tricks with limited time and limited quantity. He just felt a little excited, but there is no more to say.

It's a pity... If anyone can pick out a good thing with a high enough value, the world will be a sensation for a while!
The 10-gold items were finally bought by NPCs with thousands of gold or even tens of thousands of gold. Who would not want to play this exciting activity!

Isn't it just a test of observation of various things?

Those who are capable, pick a dozen or so things, even if they can't make a lot of money, they won't lose money!
Damn William, curse him to have a daughter like Selene after marrying Shar!
Fortunately, some people dug mouse holes and found some weird little things... A small ring that can help people climb and jump~ 1 cubic meter, a self-weight of 15 catties, and a primary dimensional bag with a content weight of 250 catties~ It seems that some guys with unique professions and who are easy to be killed hide inside.

Although it is useless to the undead, after all, their own is more useful, but this can be sold for at least 2000 gold!The clean and undamaged ones can even be sold for 2200 gold!
This is a costless business... It's really exciting!
Most of the undead people feel that the group of white dragons...as long as their feet land on the ground, they always want to collect tolls, which is not incomprehensible, hehe~
Moreover, the price of items is measured according to the system's recycling price, and there are undead people in Hill's shop, of course they are full of confidence... They have made them sacrifice their playing time to set up a stall, of course there must be a price that suits them!
Otherwise, they might as well throw it to Hill together!

On the contrary, those aborigines in Icewind Ten Town, who have always looked at them like madmen, are now imitating the undead to dig mouse holes.

It's a pity...hehe, they can only try their luck on the ice field outside.

Hmph~ The undead go out to fight, leaving no blade of grass behind!

Satisfied to see that group of Northlanders almost digging to the undead under the feet of Tempus, although it is a pity that they did not find a very valuable Nether Scroll... The old dog's idea was recognized by those NPCs!
Especially the little Edna they watched growing up, who was still discussing with Xue Laogou about why the library was not put in the hidden town... After all, all mages who can afford the reading fee can fly Yes, and there is no need to help them consider traffic issues.

Tempus stood on a high mountain, observing the little girl named Edna with her chest folded.

He, Luskan, and the hidden town can be regarded as neighbors across the mountain, and they are quite familiar with this little girl... Of course, at that time, the main observation was the mage master recognized by the White Dragon Queen Alvia.

He really didn't feel that Edna had any similarities to Midnight...except for her high talent for spells and her stubborn personality.

However, this is nothing special, the descendants of Azus and Heitong have high talents.

As for stubbornness... There are a few mages who are not stubborn.

He glanced into the distance, that Manx's carriage arrived only half a day later than Edna, and the little black-haired mage was strolling among the small and sparse bushes and pine trees in the town.

It seems... This person at least knows that the Nether Scroll can be hidden as a branch.

However, Tempus still feels that if there is really one Mistral between the two, then it can only be Edna.

With the nature of the midnight lady, even if she loses most of her soul, she will not cooperate with evil forces... that is the hatred formed from the deep-rooted hatred of the death gods and Cyric.

This is why she cannot accept the evil mage.

Tempus felt that she blamed all the misfortunes in her life on evil... In fact, there was nothing wrong with it. The reason for the turbulent years was not that period when evil dominated Toril?
A lunatic like Melkor is so strong, isn't it because mortals are too afraid of the death that will come at any time?

People, the biggest fear is not not being able to see clearly.

It's that you can see clearly but don't intend to change, know that you have to compromise, but don't intend to compromise at all.

Take your life to gamble with an old and cunning guy like AO... Tsk tsk, did you lose the bet?

Tempus shook his head, shaking off the uncomfortable feeling. He has always been very self-aware and would never risk his own life.

So when he found out what AO wanted, he hurriedly took the initiative to bring his children to the door... If a waste like Garagos would know how to cooperate with Talos, I don't know how much effort he spent!
After all, it was not easy for his disciples to sneak into the upper echelon of Garagos's little ruined temple. He had to be careful not to let such a loyal child be exposed.

Then I looked at Edna surrounded by the undead... That little girl was imagining the town she would govern in the future, how prosperous it would be with the Great Nether Library... Tsk, it still doesn't look like it.

Then why Shar and Selûne plus a Ransander paid so much attention to her?

Tempus didn't think there was anything exciting for the three guys to watch together...except Mystra.

Tempus always felt that there was something wrong with Edna, but he couldn't figure it out yet.

I'm scratching my head a bit!
"Father." The red knight asked curiously behind him, "What are you worrying about?"

"It's nothing! I'm watching the undead, it's really interesting." Tempus doesn't want his daughter to be too concerned about the path of destiny... The red knight, who is good at strategy, likes to decipher very much.

But this kind of thing, the more you care about it, the easier it is to go wrong.

Forget about Uthgard's rough skin and thick flesh, anyway, it's not so easy to completely fall, and he will return after a few hundred years of tossing. Anyway, with him, the barbarian believers will not abandon Uth so early Gal.

The beautiful and lovely daughter can't be unlucky... Although he will definitely work hard to revive her, but the messy place of the star world, it is uncomfortable to float for a few years!
The god of war, who didn't feel how double-standard his thinking was at all, smiled and said to his good daughter: "Isn't it fun to fight with them?"

"Yes!" the red knight said happily, "They are very good at teamwork and cooperation, and when I use magic, no one stands in front of me!"

"That's good." Tempus looked down at the mountain, "I plan to ask them to find a place in Icewind Dale to build the temple hall that can be teleported."

"Father?" The red knight asked puzzled, "But they...won't change their faith?"

"They are not very respectful of faith, much like the original elves...but AO tolerated them." Tempus said softly, "This is not a small thing...the age of elves is long gone.

Some things, I need to observe for a while.

You too, my daughter, use your shrewd and calm mind to take a good look at these elves and find out why AO thinks of them differently.

Any small thing he...does may be related to the fate of Toril for hundreds of years in the future.

We can remain neutral until today because I have never been against the will of AO...and it will be the same in the future.

go!Like that Edna, go among the undead.

Since they will take a high look at that little mage girl, they will definitely like you too. "

The red knight nodded, flicked his long black braid, attracted his beloved horse and war dog, and went all the way down the mountain.

"And you!" Tempus turned his head to look at Uthgar who was standing behind the boulder, "Tell your hot-tempered believers who don't like to listen to people, don't provoke the undead! Did you hear me?"

"Barbarians are not afraid of fighting!" Uthgarn said in a low voice.

"Then the whole family fell, and the foundation of your belief completely collapsed?" Tempus resisted the urge to curse... This guy is also your own son!No matter how disgusted you are, you can't just throw it away!

(End of this chapter)