Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1122: Chapter 915: The Collapsed Underground Passage

Celene asked a bit puzzled, ”Has Rose gone mad? When Kranvo goes berserk, even Cyric would be afraid.”

Shaer said coldly, ”No one knows how many Demon Lords in the Bottomless Abyss despise Kranvo, who, every time he reminisces, opens a portal to the Abyss and slaughters ceaselessly.

Rose insults him this way, but as long as the black spider doesn’t leave her lair, Kranvo doesn’t stand a chance of breaking through those many Abyssal Lords to get to her.

As for now, do you think Yeg would let Kranvo intervene? Midnight just fell, and that deceitful skull trapped the furious Kranvo in the Crystal Tower of the City of Death.”

Celene disagreed, ”I don’t think Yeg will wait until the end to release Kranvo.

Right now, this Master of Death is the most satisfactory choice Yeg has made... able to share his divinity and not lose his mind from a sudden surge in power, and certainly not think Yeg should have vanished long ago.

So Yeg won’t fully offend Kranvo.

After all, the guy has the courage to go down together, and in a fit of anger, he could explode directly in the River Styx.

Knowing afterward won’t make him any less angry, do you think that’s possible?

Kranvo may not rekindle old flames with Midnight, but he won’t stand by and watch someone insult Midnight, and isn’t that also an insult to himself?

If Midnight really gets tricked, for Kranvo who cherishes their past more than anything, it would be utter humiliation, turning their once profound love into a complete joke.

Even if not deceived, watching that face humiliate itself to please Midnight wouldn’t make him happy.

Oh, Rose, how low she stoops! If this person appears before Mystra, both of their faces are completely gone now.”

Shaer pondered for a few seconds then said, ”Did his face always look like this? Why don’t I have any impression of him?”

Hill immediately replied, ”He was the leader of the electric series mage’s retinue. I remember he wore a half-face mask inlaid with black jewels, and his hair was that shoulder-length black medium-long hair, though his eyes were indeed green.”

But many high-level warriors serving as followers in Toril liked to wear similar masks, in case doing shady work put them at risk.

And now that swordsman has discarded the mask, his hair is tied tightly into a short ponytail with a black leather string, and those green eyes, when they gaze at someone, are like the deepest lake waters.

Shaer sneered a few times and said, ”Well prepared indeed, Bane must have helped quite a bit.”

Celene had a slightly different opinion, ”Don’t you think those eyes are more like the current Kranvo? But the original warrior wasn’t like that at all.

Back then, his eyes were light green like lake water, clear to the bottom in one glance.”

”How could Bane and Rose remember what Kranvo was like back then?” Shaer disdained, ”Just like Midnight, wasn’t she once famous for her enigmatic calmness?

Yet now, when people think of her in Toril, the first impression is of stubbornness, impetuousness, and ignorance.”

”I didn’t expect you to remember that!” Celene suddenly chuckled and remarked, ”Is it because you’re looking for Cyric’s weaknesses?

I didn’t expect you to have that idea about the Dark Sun so early!”

Shaer replied icily, ”Of course, at that time Cyric, with little persuasion, was willing to help me directly destroy your temple, unlike anyone else who dared.”

Celene instantly closed her mouth. She almost forgot that before Cyric went mad, he once helped Shaer destroy more than one city of faith.

Their sisterly stories could be the plot of a hundreds-episode melodrama; no wonder Hill, substitute Toril people wouldn’t be too surprised hearing them. Considering the scenes of Celene using Shaer as a sandbag are still played continuously in the Moon Temple of Deepwater City.

Hill tilted his head thoughtfully. A conclusion jointly made by Shaer and Celene is unlikely to be wrong, unless AO suddenly went mad, worked hard, and used divine power just to hide it from these two resourceful minds.

So far, there hasn’t been anything of sufficient value on Toril to warrant AO going to such lengths.

He looked up again at the giant screen showing that handsome swordsman... If it is a follower of Rose, a talkative swordsman skilled in charming women appearing is too normal.

Even though many famous Zholar use scimitars, true followers of Rose prefer swords... perhaps because spider claws are primarily used for piercing?

Edna observed that peculiar swordsman intently. He acted too naturally... The Defensive Mage beside him was more understandable, always trying to drag people into the water.

Toril’s politicians, regardless of profession, identity, or faction, are very adept at dragging those around them down... This way, even if they get into trouble, there’s someone to lend a hand, and if they can think of a way to push the other party out to block the disaster, it’s even more worthwhile.

But this Swordsman, even though his eyes were always on that Hydra, didn’t seem to feel he was in any danger.

A high-level replica of the Ring of Jax doesn’t have the ability to guarantee his safety.

Edna frowned... Could it be that he thought they might encounter some trouble and wasn’t even bothering to find his flaw?

She glanced at Devis, who was trying to get information, and Luca, who was dumbfounded, and Edna helplessly tugged on the corner of her mouth... Devis was very astute, but unfortunately, his perspective was still insufficient.

But Edna didn’t think that the enemies their team was facing were merely a prelude to Mystra’s appearance.

She wondered if it was because that Goddess was too good at hiding. After speculating that their side was the most likely bait to draw out the Goddess of Magic, Edna felt that the people being attracted here seemed to surpass their ability to handle them.

This should clearly be Mystra’s trouble! Why did it appear before her, a mere Junior Mage... Even if she didn’t know where this Swordsman came from, the fact that the Hydra, which was a Shaer Elector, didn’t do anything to him meant either the Hydra didn’t find his weakness, or it couldn’t, or didn’t want to, deal with him!

Edna sighed sincerely, quietly walking over to Elvia, who was watching with great enthusiasm from the side: ”Elvia, can you see who’s standing behind those two?”

”Hey~ The Swordsman certainly isn’t with the Dark Night people, but that Defensive Mage surely is.” Elvia’s long dragon face was full of profound interest, ”No need to ask me why, people from the Temple of the Dark Night keeping a few male and female pets is normal, but absolutely none with a demeanor like they’re doing special business in a tavern.”

Edna looked up in surprise at her dragon, then suddenly turned to look at that serious face: ”Huh? He looks so upright!”

”Hmm...” Elvia happily flapped her wings, ”You know, humans can be quite cheap... The more this type, the more expensive... Let me tell you, that gentle little lad in Deepwater City... Ah! Ow, ow, ow! Ahhh!”

”Sanda King Sister~” Edna quickly darted behind Elvia, clutching the Female Priest who was grinding the tail of the White Dragon Queen with her foot, ”I was the one who asked her first~ Let Elvia go~”

”Even if it’s only a few months, Edna still hasn’t officially come of age yet!” The ’Old Age Striking King’ said with an unhappy expression, ”Why do you always forget this! Elvia.”

As soon as her foot left, Elvia tearfully wrapped her front claw around her tail: ”You’re being too harsh! I didn’t mean it.”

”Tsk!” The ’Old Age Striking King’ said indifferently, ”After one beating, you remember for a few months. What else can I do?”

The White Dragon Queen muttered: ”Why don’t you fight me yourself? Who brings family into a fight? Bah! How can you call yourself a Priest? Spending so much money on a Strength Potion.”

The ’Old Age Striking King’ said while clenching her fist: ”Priests getting stronger is natural! I can’t beat you by myself, I have to call people, right?

No way I’m going one-on-one with you, I’m not buying that!

If you want to hit me, you’re out of luck.”

Edna helplessly changed the topic: ”I keep feeling like he has something up his sleeve. Are new enemies about to arrive?”

The ’Old Age Striking King’ nodded: ”I came to find you because the Old Dog heard from the Hydra that something is about to happen again... You don’t have to worry about those two, their target isn’t you anyway.

When the time comes, they’ll probably play the victim. Don’t fall for it.”

Edna nodded with some confusion: ”I don’t quite understand... If they act very weak, why would the Goddess of Magic be interested in weaklings?

She’s a god, after all~”

”Who knows?” The ’Old Age Striking King’ said dismissively, ”But with people from such different backgrounds all having the same plan, there must be a reason.

Some women just love saving handsome men in distress; maybe that Mystra does too.”

”Oh~” Edna nodded, turning to call out, ”Leon, what are you doing? Come over here!”

Leonard, who had been watching the excitement with his Fairy Dragon in his arms, quickly came over: ”Edna... Although I’d long heard that the Path of Destiny is lively. I never expected this drama would unfold continuously!”

Edna pulled a corner of her mouth, ”When you have some free time, you can check out the plays by the Undead Tribe and Little Fairies in Kalinsan, way better than this, at least it’s nice to listen to.”

The Tiger-person Somar, who had been standing behind Devis, turned his head keenly as soon as he heard Edna call out to Leonard... Those strange elves were slowly surrounding Edna.

Although not sure what was happening, Somar reacted swiftly, grabbing Devis’ hand, intending to head over to Edna.

Luca, who was watching the commotion, naturally followed them... Then amid the earth-shaking commotion, he managed to grab a hand extended by the surrounding Undead Tribe, and they all clung together.