Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1232 The visitor whose identity is a mystery

He looked worriedly at the boar riders who had already charged into the city gate that had just been blasted by the mage group, and the 'perfect bald head' who was always worried that he would fall into the pit continued to command the rest: "Those who have no mission to enter the city, Just besiege the city!
It must be guaranteed that within half a month, not even a fly will fly away from your eyes!

Earth mages, start to block the surrounding underground world!Especially the side near the Great Lakes!Within ten meters underground, everything turned into green stones!
I sent you 20 sets of big blue, don't let me see you suddenly want to save money!
'Follow the dust'!You took the knights to escort the ice mages to ice all the lake within 100 meters!
I tell you!I didn't lead the team myself today, I just wanted to conduct random inspections... Let me catch you who save this little medicine money, I will post you on the world to let the public appreciate what it means to live a good life!

Especially those guys who can get the VIP card of Hill's store!Don't TM calculate for me that two bottles in 30 minutes are more cost-effective than one bottle in 10 minutes! "

The 'perfect bald head' sternly reprimanded the group of disapproving mages in front of him.

As a knight with a bold personality, the bald head will never understand why these guys have to think about issues such as replenishing the mana when one-fifth of the mana bar is used up to save potions to the maximum... It's not that old-fashioned In the earliest keyboard games, only a few items can be placed in a bag, and space needs to be saved!
They can put broken branches, dead leaves, dirt and stones in the bag, so what is there to do for them to drink a bottle of medicine at the end of the CD?
How much more can the price of several hundred bottles of blue medicine be?Why can't it be compared to them going to Hill's store to buy something like jewelry and props?Not to mention that there are still a few 50 bosses here!

Okay, let's just pretend that they don't like spending money on official business... This time, he specially distributed various potions after arriving at the cliff, and then discussed with him what is worthwhile and what is not... Huh~
He gathered the white dragons of the family and discussed with them every day what is the correct value.

Either, in the future, they can quote the price of everything as soon as they see it like Bailong, or... don't tell him anything: rude knights just don't understand the joy of mages.

It's all bullshit!Don't give him the chance to show them what rudeness is!

Feeling the cold and serious eyes of the patriarch, Black Rose's family members, who have always been unrestrained and love freedom, decided to be honest after looking at each other... Although the bald head is usually easy to talk, but it really made him angry and curse... Not just the old dog This kind of vitriol will make people uncomfortable, and it is also quite painful to be directly scolded by the eighth generation ancestors.

The key speech rate is very fast, and sometimes I can't even understand what he is cursing... This is very uncomfortable.

After all, people are curious, and there are always people who know they are looking for scolding and want to translate what that guy is scolding.

The members of Black Rose's family swarmed along the main city gate to both sides like two torrents... In the middle is the legal profession, and the knights are wearing heavy armor and holding large shields on both sides.

Whether it is the nearby swamp or the city wall, there is no way to directly harm the mages and priests inside.

Not to mention, swordsmen and warriors were already shouting 'Drop your weapons!Kneel down! ' rushed to the wall.

After they yelled, they would count down loudly for three seconds... After that, no matter whether the standing guard was in a daze or wanted to resist, there was no chance of survival.

"Baldhead!" 'Chirp Waiwai', who is in charge of monitoring the situation in the sky, shouted: "There is a man of Malar!

An Baba saw a guy with a bear head, a brown forest suit, and a colorful cloak, and couldn't help but taunt... The main thing was to ask, what he was calling now was my lord mammoth Ra or my lord Sebek.

The other party directly exploded, and now it is opening... very fiercely. "

"Who is from Malar? A hunting master? Or a beast lord?" The 'perfect bald head' asked with an unchanged expression... The first enemy to be noticed was Malar's subordinates. There is psychological preparation.

Wherever there are ferocious beasts, there are usually these guys... especially in the swamp.

'Anbaba' can be regarded as hitting the pain point directly: the Malar followers who will appear near the swamp basically follow him after he annexed Seebeck.

Now, the two faces of Seebeck and Malar are in direct conflict, how should they stand... The evil forces don't say they are neutral... They can almost kill these cold-blooded animals!

No wonder he came to the city, probably trying to find out the news about Nimbro Island... The relevant people there are either undead or floating in the sky!
Even if the Harpist is well-informed and has obtained a lot of information from the city of Aglaia, Amn probably won't hear much.

Because of Kelben's death, the intelligence organization established by him, which was sandwiched between evil and goodness, of course collapsed directly... Whether it was his nephew or Lila, they were more inclined to the Harper.

Now, probably the news from Faerun Continent is the most sluggish period of time... The magic net can't be used, and the middle forces are also dead.

He happened to stay in Amn, where the relationship with the undead was written on the hatred. It was probably the time when he was irritable, so it was no wonder that he would explode when he touched it.

Of course, the perfect bald head can understand why 'Ji Ji Wai Wai' chose to speak directly about the result instead of repeating the original words of that 'father'.

As long as you are a decent person, even if you repeat the general meaning, you will probably stutter.

'Hawk Waiwai' looked at the 'Perfect Bald' who was not in a hurry and couldn't help scratching his head: "I think Anbaba and the others may be unlucky, they all put away the wild boar that was sprayed with mud.

Anyway, it's useless to that guy, he's quite used to that taste and environment.

Ah... By the way, there are no animal companions, with the claws of Malar, and the dagger on his body is poisoned, he should be a hunting master.

Although those two guys have bad mouths, it's not very good to destroy the group, right? "

"Heh~" 'Perfect Baldhead' looked up at him, turned around and shouted, "Tian Luo! Take your people to save them!

While their dog brains still remember the grace of saving their lives, try to control the situation.

Remember, if the object of their troubles is inappropriate, be sure to hold them back!

It is true that the old dog will not cheat us to death, but it will not stop cheating us. "

"Understood." 'Wan You Tian Luo' scratched his head, "I have turned on the faction detection, and the green halos will grab them?"

"Am, there are always believers of the God of Suffering, it's best to avoid them." 'Ji Ji Wai Wai' interjected, "The biggest gap between us and the Demon Cult is that we have a good relationship with the Knights of Justice.

Others don't have the opportunity we have... Knights of Justice generally have a somewhat distant attitude towards the undead.

They're working with the undead now, not because of William, but because of Hill. "

"Well..." 'Perfect Baldhead' pointed to 'Wanyou Tianluo': "The believers of the God of Suffering...the style is a bit incompatible with us, I think you understand...it is definitely not trivial to suffer for others. Children can understand the style of painting.

Forget it, what's the use of me telling you this.

Anyway, seeing a man in gray with gray teardrop tattoos under his eyes, he quickly pulled the two 'dads' away.

I'd rather actually call them daddy than get my badge of justice revoked.

go! "

Seeing the knights of the group of 'Universal Sky' galloping away, 'Perfect Baldhead' couldn't help but grab his ponytail with both hands: "When they beat the followers of Malar, the people of Irmat must have No reaction, right?

I remember that although the God of Suffering is a good guy, he is actually quite ruthless when fighting. "

"The three gods of justice may be merciful, but they will never be soft." A voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

'Perfect Bald' jumped up instantly... Isn't there a cliff behind him?
A pale head protruded from between the rocks: "The Trassil elves, right?
Can you tell me, who is curious, how did you fight Amn to such an extent? "

"Who are you?" 'Perfect Baldhead' said angrily, "You want to scare me to death and inherit my pony carriage?
I'm afraid you're delusional! "

The old mage who slowly emerged from the cliff originally looked like a sage who did not touch the mundane world: his long white hair and long white beard fluttered gently in the breeze.

Wearing a spotless white robe, he held a staff of the Archmage in his hand: the metal wrapped on the top of the staff was shining, and anyone with a discerning eye could recognize the alloy of pure gold and mithril.

However, he may have thought about a lot of ways to communicate with the undead, but he still didn't get the 'perfect bald head' reaction.

After all, the carriage that the little black-clothed loli stepped on...in fact, it should be the carriage cage under the claws of his white dragon partner.

It is indeed very valuable... After all, it is space equipment that can accommodate thousands of people.

But judging from the performance of the bald head jumping up and down on it, this thing is not as valuable as he said.

Although the old mage knew that the undead were a bit difficult to contact, he still couldn't help being messed up in the wind.

'Perfect Bald' waved the back of his hand behind him, tilted his head, and looked at the old mage innocently: "What's wrong?
Why not report your name?
Isn't Helast the craziest mage in Toril?He even remembers his name! "

"Omar." The Archmage said calmly, "Just call me Omar."

'Perfect Baldhead' widened his eyes slightly, and finally smiled cutely: "If I didn't know that Elminster is not in Toril, I would have thought he jumped from outer space suddenly!"

"He's not the only one with the surname Omar." The old mage smiled slightly. "Although the country of Aisalanta is not big, it is after all on the edge of the highest forest. There are quite a few mages from the royal family."

"Ah~ By the way, it's next door to Netheril!" 'Perfect Bald' suddenly realized.

The old mage fixed his eyes on him, and slowly floated towards him: "That's... far away."

　Elminster Omar is one of Toril's most powerful mages.

Now he is an old man with white hair and gray beard.He has a hoarse voice, hale and hearty eyes, and indescribable clothing.

He had once been a prince in the kingdom of Asalanta, a country on the edge of the High Forest, in a corner of the Netheril Mountains.

Has something to do with elves and Netheril.

He participated in the creation of the Miser Energy Core in Mis Zanor City.

　
(End of this chapter)