Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1148 Key Person 'Jason'

"Urlante is a prophecy mage, right?" Nasr asked in a daze, "It's impossible for him not to feel such a small gesture!"

"He doesn't care if others are listening." Miremu's tone was full of disdain, "As long as you agree with him when he needs it, that's fine.

But if he didn't even agree, the unlucky ghost he invited as a guest would probably be invited out of Candlekeep directly.

However, he would never do this to someone who was much stronger than himself... For example, someone who could kill him before the Candlekeep defensive circle reacted.

If it was an ordinary Transcendent mage, he would probably have to go home with this feeling of being humiliated by the Nine Rings mage... Who made him the person in charge of Candlekeep?

Back then, Mystra probably just wanted him to work temporarily for a few years... It is impossible for her not to see the virtues of this flattering and ambivalent guy... But such a person, it is impossible to convince the crowd, wait for her Find the right one, and swap them out at any time.

It's a pity, that person probably didn't expect that he had calculated so many things and died so stupidly.

After all, she did this when she was a sage. I guess there are no records in the Joseph Garden... The current Mystra has never cared about the affairs here, and Oghma has lost interest in it, even the monastery. The prayers of the great sages are not answered very much... Urlant has been doing this until today.

Tsk tsk, in the past Candlekeep, many mages came to pilgrimage every day, but now... they all stop by to have a look, and leave when they are satisfied.

If it wasn't for Lord Aglea's presence, Candlekeep earned enough money to live on, not to mention the scroll mages, even the Oghma Abbey group would have left long ago.

It was a blessing to have 30 or [-] people left in Candlekeep. "

Edna closed her eyes and meditated... She searched her memory, and found that Midnight didn't know that there were magic net believers here... But because the mages here are mainly prophecy mages, she gave it to the active Apply for Sufras.

Recall again, the Black Staff Archmage in Waterdeep City who often came to Candlekeep as a guest... Edna put her left hand in front of her mouth, and pressed the sides of her lips slightly with her thumb and index finger... She was worried that the twitching of the corner of her mouth would too obvious.

Alas...Midnight had a simple idea, dividing the mage's beliefs into several shares...In this way, not all mages will pray to Azuth.

She used this method to reduce Azuth's theocratic power in a disguised form.

Edna understood that Midnight didn't like Azus anymore, and she didn't intend to let him die... Kelben estimated that in addition to being her aide, she would also divide some specific mages like Savras, such as potions and Wonder crafting or something.

This is not a big mistake... If you don't want to use the former staff, you can find a way to make him stand aside. It's not wrong to replace him with anyone.

However, the result of being too eager for quick success is that the person he likes is not as good as Azus except for his black heart.

But it's pretty good... Edna briskly put down her finger, and she suddenly realized that with the virtue of Candlekeep and Savras standing behind her, even if it wasn't her Edna who was walking on the road of fate, this place Nothing good will come of it either.

If you can't get rid of it, it is a city of deep water, and if you are even more unlucky, it is a city of neverwinter.

Anyway, they are all wiped out, and no one needs to laugh at anyone.

She leaned easily on the soft white cloud sofa, and said with a satisfied face: "Manx is provoking! Chesenta and the others seem to be ready to fight.

I don't know what magic they inherited from Mystra's soul fragments.

If they can still cast spells together, even if these few are only five-ringed, Manx will probably be unlucky if he doesn't show some real skills. "

"Isn't there still Jason?" Nasr asked, "Look at how tight he is~"

Nobody saw the Cyric one from the start, but no one thought he wasn't here.

"Jason... how much strength he can use to protect Manx is still unknown." Edna smiled, "Unless Manx has the ability to persuade Ben, or come up with something that Jason can't refuse. "

"Isn't that guy from Melkor? Why didn't he follow the current God of Death, but chose Bane?" Miremu tilted his head and asked, "He still has that bone badge on him!"

"Kranvor doesn't like death priests of the evil camp." Edna said lightly, "He doesn't care about the believers, but the people in his sect cannot be evil.

Jason looked like a typical Melkor believer. He believed that death was always accompanied by fear and bad luck. He was the kind of pathological lonely person who likes to intimidate others or enjoy power.

He followed Bane not necessarily to agree with that guy's ideas, but to make Kelemvor agree with Melkor's beliefs.

Otherwise, Ben would not have treated him like this.

Speaking of which, it would be quite funny for Ben to let this kind of undead who only likes to be alone follow a group of beautiful women who also like to radiate charm to him every day. "

"That is to say... if necessary, he doesn't have to listen to Ben, does he?" Miriam asked thoughtfully.

"Yes." Nasr laughed, "He is the kind of wandering believer who can change masters at any time."

Miremu walked up and down in his own hall, and then stopped in front of a cloud: "I said, there is such a pure believer of Melko, why don't you hide from me?

Looking at the current situation, I can only run for my life... As for the elves... I remember last time you scolded the Trashiel elves for being meddlesome and indecent? "

The undead looked at the ghost dragon and a group of clouds in front of her in surprise...a silver headband inlaid with a black diamond revealed its figure...four bony horns stretched out around the silver ring, black A strange light shone inside the diamond.

"Milkor's Crown of Horns?" Nasr yelled out.

"Now...there are those who are mixed with Cyric believers and Bane believers, someone who is carrying a fragment of Mystra, I don't know if it is a devil or something, and there are also people in the path of destiny who are inexplicably carrying fragments of Mystra Participants, who do you want to make trouble for?" This was Edna's first reaction when she saw this Melkor artifact.

Although Melkor was killed by Midnight who accepted Mystra's divinity, as the last remnant of his divinity... the Horned Crown has always loved to attack and destroy Cyric's church and its followers, but it will try its best Avoid Mystra's Chosen and Shrines.

One is that his memory of the subject's death is too obvious, and the other is that Melkor has always been a person with clear grievances... He took the initiative to kill Midnight, and he deserved the result of being killed.

But it was Cyric who tricked him into doing stupid things... He will always remember this hatred, even if there is only a little spiritual awareness left.

The horned crown flying in mid-air is a bit hesitant... He has been with Mirimu for a while... Although this neutral ghost silver dragon is very tolerant of him, the weird look in his eyes really makes him uncomfortable ...But he hates those people who are always trying to take advantage of his attitude towards the current god of death more than being valued by a dragon.

The Toril people don't know what they're going crazy... What's so surprising about Mystra's fall? Isn't this the third time?
What is the psychology of wanting to take the opportunity to deal with the god of death?Jergal had no intention of attacking Kelemvor.

Whether it is the goddess of magic or the god of death, what is there to care about with them?

As long as AO and Ye are not satisfied, it is normal to change a few.

The reason why Melkor died at the hands of Midnight didn't hate her, didn't he just think that woman was a tool?

At that time, Melkor felt a little empathy for Mystra's status... They were all the same, they looked powerful, but they could be replaced at any time.

The crown of horns changed several places, and finally chose the site of this half-mad ghost dragon to hide... Although after wearing him, he can control that hapless creature, but...he also has the pride of being a divine weapon okay?
People who are too stupid will get him dirty.

But... the crown of horns turned around again... He managed to live a good life in the Underdark region... and was ruined by this group of inexplicable elves!
Most importantly, they didn't come after him!
It is a shame and a shame to be wiped out so easily!
"What are you fussing about?" Mirimu said impatiently, "The elves will only get sick if they don't do anything when they meet Melkor.

Or, can you see Melkor's past disciples standing and working with Cyric's people? "

The crown of horns jumped up and down, and the black diamond released a series of strange gray-black dotted lines towards Miremu.

However, as soon as the undead stood up vigilantly, they heard the ghost dragon cursing unceremoniously: "Idiot! What's the use of scolding me? Did I say something wrong?"

"The way of communication between dead spirits...is very intense!" 'Xue Yunfeng' said in a strange tone.

The Crown of Horns chose to deal with Cyric in the end... The Prince of Lies has always been different, and the meaning of his initiative to send people to follow him is exactly the opposite of the general Toril gods.

From the extraordinary level of the believer and the pretentiously mysterious and very dark style, it tells all the onlookers... Cyric is very, very interested in Manx's messing up on the road of destiny.

Miremu didn't feel strange about the choice of the crown of horns. She lowered her head and asked the white-robed mage who was in charge at first sight: "That guy is still wearing the badge of Melkor, so he must be willing to change horns with us." Crown?
Is there anything you... need him to do? "

'Xue Yunfeng' looked at Jason on the huge screen whose expression was almost uncontrollable, and then turned his head to study the various blind spots of Candle Castle marked by him on the tablet, showing a very happy smile: "That's... too much.

Nanfeng, old age, you two come here, let's study first, whether we can use him more in one matter. "

Jason, a beautiful man with a little melancholy leaning against the only wall in the Sunshine Hall that doesn't get sunlight, shivered slightly in the eyes of the group of Chesenta women looking over from time to time. He looked a little absent-minded. Looking at the sunlight outside the window... What's the matter with this weird feeling?

Is it possible that Sune has teamed up with Amanatta?

(End of this chapter)