Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1207: Chapter 998: A Father’s Words—Barely Tolerable

Although it seems like quite a long time has passed, in reality, it’s because the development speed of Deepwater City is too fast, and the moves of both sides are quicker than each other… There’s no way, when deities in disguise make a move, even if they seem evenly matched, you have to pay extra attention.

After all, divine power can sometimes be unreasonable.

And it’s not Kelben who stayed there; even the Northern Seven Sisters, however fearless, wouldn’t risk their own younger sister.

So the timing for the Undead Tribe to go to Icewind Valley was rather fortunate; several bald high-level Red Robe Mages are blocking Kelben, and it seems they’ve tested each other a few rounds, but haven’t yet started the main course.

As for Marko, who should be Kelben’s revenge target… Hill looked up and down and couldn’t find the Archmage who is always in white, always looking empathetic.

Luckily, the Archmage of the Black Staff, always chanting Marko’s name out of anger, enlightened him: “I don’t have time to tangle with you! Sel people!

Give way to the path under the Great Glacier!”

The leader, with a face full of wrinkles and a sinister smile, said gloomily, “I’ve told you many times, Black Staff!

We don’t care how much hatred you have; now, this is our territory!

We fought with the barbarians for days and nights to occupy this land, and you want to just go in?

Dream on!

Besides, didn’t Marko say he would forever guard that Demon Gate and never come out? I think he’s still a normal kind alignment!

You people who always hang kindness on your lips, how can you implicate the innocent because of others’ family mistakes?

Shouldn’t this be the kind of thing Red Robes do?

Click, click, didn’t your goddess teach you what forgiveness is?”

The Red Robe Mages behind him all laughed arrogantly.

Kelben’s black beard seemed to tremble… Not sure if it was due to the strong wind of Icewind Valley or his overwhelming anger.

But it appears that he alone cannot deal with these ancient liches who failed in the Sel power struggle, otherwise, with Black Staff’s temper, he would have charged in and unleashed a big move.

So… for such powerful liches, what method did the Undead Magistrate use to make them lose so badly?

Even if these guys were unlucky and the dark cloud concentrating much of their power over Sel was cleared by a magic plague, the impact shouldn’t be this great!

Hill looked at Shaer somewhat perplexedly… The Lady of the Night showed no changes in expression.

But Hill felt she definitely knew.

The Shadow Weave may no longer belong to her, but it still carries some of her divine power.

Is it another matter that cannot be spoken?

AO seems to be targeting something big this time… Who is it aimed at?

Hill ponderfully turned back to look at the giant screen.

Fortunately, these Red Robes with some scruples did not choose to kill Kelben… It seems the purpose of these Red Robes is merely to restrain Kelben, preventing him from going back to help.

But if it were that simple, Elaströ wouldn’t have hidden away without coming out.

Even Laila, who should be most present, remained silent.

But she should be right nearby… Hill knew she had already left Luskan; after Kelben crazily flew over Luskan, this lady decisively tracked him, even earlier than Elaströ.

When he was still in Toril, nothing in Luskan could be kept away from him.

Hill doesn’t intend to meddle, but would never choose to be ignorant while Luskan is still nominally under him.

As for the three powerful divine powers on the side, under sunlight, moonlight, and shadow, is there anything that could be hidden from them?

It’s just that some things they choose not to say, and some things they can’t say.

Hill quietly observed the stalemated battlefield; now… it seems both sides are testing their patience!

Then his gaze quietly swept across the round hall screen in Deepwater, and his mouth couldn’t help but twitch: logically speaking, Edna, who should be most concerned about the battle situation this time, is discussing what color nail polish best matches her starry set of jewelry with ‘Old Age Striking King’.

The Undead Tribe’s Alchemy Apprentice might not create anything innovative that will astonish Hill, but their unique approach to living supplies is always distinctive.

After all, if an Herbalism Apprentice makes popular colored nail polish or hair dye, it could be more profitable than creating high-level potions.

After all, there’s no failure rate; as long as the proportions are right, mistakes are unlikely.

Right now, most Alchemy apprentices are focused on daily life… William isn’t entirely wrong.

Rather than burying themselves in research irrelevant to their lives, the Undead Tribe prefers to enjoy the game… if Alchemy doesn’t bring financial benefits, not many are willing to study it.

On the other hand, Miss Manks is keenly interested in the war situation… Although her encouragement is a bit off, her concern is whether Talos can quickly finish off Dove so she can capture Xinbu.

Sometimes she gets furious over Duogasos’s perfunctory efforts, even though everyone understands that Duogasos dreaming of contending with Storm in an outburst is just beyond comprehension… One wonders if she remembers that, after Midnight became Mystra, the only one of the Seven Sisters who remained in her good graces was the warm, honest, and humorous leader of the Harpists, Storm Silverhand.

This Path of Destiny has indeed produced the biggest joke.

Hill now wonders whether future Toril people will laugh or cry when recalling today’s scene: neither of these real or fake Mystra reincarnations is concerned about their fighting Chosen ones.

One is applying nail polish, the other is trying to reduce direct subordinates… At least on the surface, Manks still has Mystra’s Soul Shard!

The stalemate in Icewind Valley is a bit troublesome, and as Kelben’s anger gradually subsides, facing the many liches before him, he maintains some calm… Yet he doesn’t choose to retreat but starts to maneuver.

However, as time passes, everyone can sense that Dove is starting to struggle… Although after changing career paths to an Arcane Knight, her stamina and endurance increased greatly, she is still a mage at heart. No matter how many buffs she applies to herself, it’s still challenging to contend with a divine body.

Though Xinbu is quite strong, Karagos, being a demigod, prevents her from helping Dove… mainly because Talos indeed has many ways to restrain her.

Still, Dove just sighed, “Forget it, this is as far as I can go. Numia, I’ll have to rely on you.”

A stern middle-aged Female Mage dressed in a blue and white robe with a blue-feathered ceremonial hat slowly stepped out of the corner, “I should have been called out sooner, why bother enduring?”

“How did you come here?” Talos asked angrily, “Weren’t you supposed to save that favorite of your Mystra, Kelben?”

Edna’s hand, painted with sparkling purple nail polish, couldn’t help but tremble, but she quickly responded with a playful comment amidst the Old Age Striking King’s quiet remark “Oh no, it’s out of the lines, let me wipe it off for you,” and continued applying her nail polish.

“Kelben was just the first Magic Elector to pledge loyalty to our master after me,” Numia answered with utmost seriousness, completely unfazed by Talos’s embarrassment and anger, “The first always receives special treatment.

But it doesn’t mean our master would trust him more than me.

Nor does it mean that after Ella and her sisters are willing to dedicate absolute loyalty to our master, Kelben can still have his current advantage.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be crazy enough to do so many foolish things.

But as long as he’s loyal to our lord, I’ll always extend a helping hand.

This is my duty as Mystra’s Preaching Mage!”

Devis looked at the silver-haired Three Sisters and then at Gendilarei, saying somewhat lost in thought, “Does the current Mystra really like this style?”

Edna performed admirably this time; she merely glanced up at Devis and then lowered her head, saying, “Perhaps… it’s because Azuth always tries to act like a father, so… Midnight, not wanting a dad, simply found an old motherly figure to accompany him.”

‘Pfft’!

Hill genuinely spit out his drink this time!

Others might not understand, but he could hear the seriousness in Edna’s words!

It seems Midnight was just too annoyed by Azuth’s nagging, so on purpose, they found a sternly traditional nun-like Preaching Mage to deal with the Deity of Mages?

Keep in mind, many of Mystra’s affairs, especially those involving communication with subordinate Lesser Gods, are handled by this Chief Mage.

Numia formally summoned a blue mist to envelop everyone before she began constantly switching spells.

She truly was the representative of orthodox mages, every movement was concise and powerful, yet she could communicate effortlessly with the Weave at every turn, whether it was force fields or various debuff spells, they were cast with intervals of just 1 or 2 seconds.

What’s more, the direction was entirely at her whim; she was clearly gesturing upward, yet it was the Ancient Undead Black Dragon taking the hit… So whether it was Talos overhead clashing with Dove, or below where Karagos and Duogasos were battling Xinbu and Storm, they all felt significantly constrained.

“Although… the reason is a bit ridiculous… the capability is indeed sufficient.” Celene stammered, equally taken aback, “In the future… Azuth may also feel somewhat relieved.

At least… Midnight just wants to restrict him, not… to kill him.

Shaer said blandly, “True, in this aspect I don’t think Midnight is wrong.

Azuth always thought of Midnight like his and Black Eye’s daughter, but she doesn’t lack a father, or, rather, has become immensely powerful, so why would she need to assign herself a father?

When it’s your own parent, you can still endure… right?”