Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1227: Chapter 1018: Flying Toward Icewind Valley

Talos shouted angrily, “What nonsense are you talking about? I’d rather have another Ambori!”

“Ah!” Xinbu suddenly looked up, his face full of surprise and said, “No wonder Olypher is so disheartened, I didn’t expect you to have such deep feelings for the Wild Queen!”

Talos’ angry face suddenly became calm: “The ones who have chosen to leave have no need to exist.”

He glanced at Halaster: “Anyway, someone has already paid, I’ll definitely watch to the end before leaving. If you are worried, just stay here. Anyway, Elaströ is not in any danger, why try to provoke me?

The destruction of Deepwater City, the death of Kelben, I’ve done enough.

As for this… boring conversation, haha, it’s useless to me.

Words… have never been the reason for my anger… unless it’s a good excuse.”

He stared fixedly at Xinbu: “That’s why I’ve always appreciated Queen of Agralunde’s style of using anger in the name of profit.

But… why control for those unnecessary feelings? Why make every overwhelming victory feel so stifled?

What kind of feelings can sustain thousands of years of consumption?

You always like to mention Olypher… but weren’t Olypher’s two previous relationships both with people considered good?

Like your Deity of Mages who was tempted by Mystra to betray her?

Her fall has nothing to do with me.

From the beginning, she became my lesser god just for self-preservation, right?

But if she really wanted to find emotional solace from an evil god like me, that… is not my fault.

I think, as the Storm Queen, you can understand my actions… Without the benefits I want, why would I take her in and protect her?

And you, aren’t you worried about Mystra’s succession?

Midnight doesn’t like evil, maybe the next one won’t like chaos!

Yet here, you should have enough confidence and strength to resist my invasion, to not let me take back what I gave you, right?

Visaron did it, and didn’t I do nothing?

Still continuing to cooperate with him?”

Xinbu waved casually: “I’ve never thought about becoming a deity, being Mystra’s elect is good enough for me.

As for the implications of your words.

Haha~ do you take me for a fool?

Mystra, no matter how many replacements there are, as long as the Weave remains, won’t cancel the election of us sisters.”

The Storm God laughed heartily, “Who knows?”

Xinbu sneered a few times, ignoring him… the more you say, the more likely you are to make mistakes.

She doesn’t want it to be all over the world that she’s still honestly being Mystra’s elect.

Since the Storm God wants to stick around, let him stick around!

Although they seem vigilant, they are not that afraid either.

Edna tilted her head slightly, resting her right hand on her cheek, watching the confrontation opposite her through the corner of her eye. She’s not surprised by the Storm God’s calm yet insidious calculated demeanor.

If Talos truly was a deity who only had blind rage, he wouldn’t be thriving with so many opposing forces surrounding him.

Even though his intentions are a bit unclear… at least in this battle he jumped into willingly, no one can see his true objective… he acts fiercely but doesn’t give it his all.

It looks more like a grand performance.

Whether luring Xinbu or seeking revenge on Mystra, with the Storm God’s personality, neither is likely to be his primary goal.

Otherwise, Dove and the others wouldn’t have stayed put… even Halaster, who handled things superficially, withdrew most of his Shadow Charms.

Kelben’s overly decisive self-destruction ended this battle performance before it could even reach its climax.

But everyone understands Black Robe Halaster’s performance… the Tablets of Fate assigned him a task intending to bring him back to Deepwater City, and he at least achieved that on the surface.

Spectators of Deepwater City are now watching the battle between Exterior Gods and deities outside Icewind Ten Towns, while also keeping an eye on their little amusements:

Karagos is still frantically dealing with the Undead Tribe.

But everyone understands that he’s probably just overwrought; after taking a couple of hits from the Light of Dawn, he’ll calm down.

Instead of playing war games with the Undead Tribe here, wouldn’t it be better to rush into Icewind Valley for a duel with Tampas?

At least the War God would seriously play with him.

The current methods are simply unbearable… so everyone tries to catch a few more glances.

After all, whether it’s that extraordinary-level half-elf Nature Mage, Lansendel’s elect, or Celene’s archbishop, everyone attacked by Karagos just watches with a numb expression as he rushes up to that pink cloud.

The reason they didn’t make a move, well, those Toril people who already knew the Undead Tribe wouldn’t really die all guessed it… After the bodies of these Teraxil Elves were destroyed, if no Priest used the resurrection technique, they would revive in their main city.

Self-destructing is such a hassle! Why not ask Karagos for help?

That silly half-giant was still waving his sword-ball… completely oblivious to his suitability as a tool.

If he calmed down, he should have noticed that even that underage Eighth Ring Mage was calmly watching him charge.

It’s just that her White Dragon, to be on the safe side, sat behind the sofa, its wings slightly spread, ready to help her fend off damage at any time.

Numia watched as Karagos, who had just been acting all proper, instantly became the monkey being toyed with, and then turned to glance at Talos: “Halaster is estimated to be heading to Icewind Valley, you guys should go there!

I’ll stay here with the Storm God.

Anyway, whatever else he wants to do, it has nothing to do with us… He can’t bring down the Black Staff Tower.

As for Karagos… If he doesn’t leave now, he probably won’t be able to.

The remaining Undead Tribe doesn’t seem intent on leaving.”

Although it’s unclear if Gendilarei will make a move, the Jade Holy Scripture placed on the table has already begun to shine brightly!

Lansendel… How bored he must be now, you can tell just from the pink flame.

This brilliant light matches the color of the clouds so well!

The Light of Dawn he used to release was rose and gold-red colors!

This is the first time in her life she’s seen a pink Dawn Fire!

Karagos wouldn’t be so harmed by the Holy Flame released by a Divine Artifact that he couldn’t resist, although the Dawn Fire burns evil, if demigod powers weren’t as good as a Divine Artifact, then he might as well have lived these years in vain… Actually, it was pretty much in vain, not as good as lying dead in the Stellar Realm.

After all, no surprises come from the Undead Tribe using any strange objects, only meeting the average Toril standard.

Yet, even for such basic damage, Karagos appeared quite hurt.

It can only be said… It’s no wonder Tampas carefully selected him as his eternal nemesis, who doesn’t even take that Goddess of Peace seriously, his level is indeed similar to a mangy dog.

Indeed, that Goddess of Peace herself doesn’t fight back with a hand, nor retort with a mouth, but she has a fierce father and a fierce sister behind her.

The few people on the clouds didn’t care what the prim and proper yet internally full of pop-ups Lady Numia was doing, they were hurriedly using more skills taking advantage of Karagos being a little confused.

The Undead Tribe is not stupid, the main battlefield clearly shifted to Icewind Valley, leaving only a bit of ending here… They want to try if they can keep a BOSS for themselves.

If not, then they must fight a few more times to gain some participation in the task!

Unfortunately, although Karagos is easy to anger and lose his mind, once normal, his speed of escape is fast enough, soon crashing out of the circular hall’s range, disappearing under the sun.

Mainly because none of the big names kept him.

Halaster, although he hadn’t left yet, clearly was testing to retract his attacks.

Once it was confirmed that the Tablets of Fate indeed had no restrictions on him, this Archmage immediately soared into the sky, flying towards the North.

The Storm and Xinbu, along with Dove, followed behind him without hesitation.

“Shall we go too?” The ‘Old Age Striking King’ asked leisurely.

“The Undead Tribe here all have White Dragon partners, right?” Edna asked softly, “But… what about the others? We can’t just leave Devis and them here.”

For creatures like giant dragons, those who can sit on their backs, besides their partners or masters, are either the ones they recognize or those stronger than them… Recognized ones must pay, like the Undead Tribe.

The strong can ride for free after all since White Dragons are always timid, but they might also be backfired against.

But for someone like Devis or Luca who doesn’t count as anything, even if there’s space on a White Dragon’s back, they are impossible to carry… unless at a high price.

In Edna’s case, White Dragons might still obediently send them to the end, instead of accidentally turning and throwing them into the sea.

The ‘Old Age Striking King’ snapped his fingers, a massive White Dragon appeared in mid-air.

“Dear Andria, no problem acting as a chauffeur for once, right?” The ‘Old Age Striking King’ said with a cheerful smile, “Same old price, 3000 gold per flight, gemstones accepted.”

Her Ancient White Dragon lady immediately responded with excitement: “Of course, at your service~”

Then Andria immediately retrieved a gem-encrusted dragon saddle from her storage tool, its straps made of Mithril chains, inlaid with all sorts of gemstones.

She expertly extended her claws under the layer of pink clouds, and after fumbling for a while, she fastened the chains to some location.

Then she skillfully launched the dragon saddle, turned and slipped into the harness formed by the chains and saddle.

She turned and shouted to the dejected-looking White Dragon Queen among the clouds: “Elvia Tulais, for you, that’s another price!

Aren’t you coming down?”

The White Dragon Queen rolled over once: “Ah… I don’t want to move, what can you do?”

“Dear Striking King… help me out~” Andria said in a high-pitched voice.

The White Dragon Queen scrambled up, quickly kicked off and flew high.