Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Capítulo 1259: Chapter 1050: War Begins—All It Takes Is a Glance

Lansendel flapped his wings, nervously checking his own body… Really, the old undead is so ruthless! Almost lost it.

It’s no big deal if this bit of divine power is gone, but fun, that thing, is far across the vast oceans. Can it be compared with speculating where is more interesting and watching right next to you, keeping up with current events, and being able to intervene anytime?

He absolutely cannot lose such a wonderful life for being loose-tongued!

Learning from the undead tribe’s usual style, the enormous Golden Peacock pulled a long golden zipper across his mouth with his wings, dejectedly returning to the lawn to continue lying down… He must be careful, these kinds of words should really be left for Celene to say.

Hill stared blankly at that golden zipper shimmering in the air for a while: The Lord of Dawn really has a good relationship with the undead tribe; he even understands what this gesture means.

Then he slowly smiled… It seems the World Tree is also paying attention to the matters in Toril, and has also discovered him here.

If we say Hill is just a descendant of the Goddess of the Earth, the World Tree might not be as vigilant… He has many offspring, descendants spread across the multiverse, and many work for others.

But Hill still has a part of the Goddess of the Earth’s divine soul, making him not much different from her own children… At worst, he’s like a direct grandson!

Not the type of painless birth… The little seedlings that took great effort to preserve; how could they be sent to Toril to be messed with!

Even if the World Tree is endlessly generous, he wouldn’t let his hard-born child turn into AO’s unfortunate part-time worker bound by fate… Creating a robust seed still requires a lot of energy, at least it takes billions of years to accumulate, right?

Not to mention he’s always cherished his children dearly, speaking of Toril, this cursed place… If the next time when the multiverse comes to watch the fun, everyone realizes the person walking down there in the spotlight is the World Tree’s own child, how could he endure that?

Hill showed a warm smile… From the beginning of the Path of Destiny, his tightly strung heartstrings suddenly relaxed.

The natural aura around him also turned gentle yet lively… Even the plants in the rooftop garden appeared to be more lustrous!

Lansendel glanced up… Tsk tsk, just look at AO’s transgressions, and see how it’s scared the World Tree family’s child.

Almost need to hug a dynamite pack and shout for you not to come over!

Tsk tsk tsk…

Celene suddenly laughed awkwardly from the side… If the quick-mouthed Lansendel hadn’t spoken, those words might have been hers.

Although AO is a bit more lenient with her and Shaer than with others, he still… might impose some punishment.

The most common method is confinement… Shaer could just ponder for tens of thousands of years, but for her, the Maiden of the Moon, it’s quite a hardship.

She tilted her head thoughtfully, drawing a long silver-blue arrow in mid-air… The tail was in front of her, and the head pointed straight at Lansendel.

“What are you doing, Celene?” The Lord of Dawn looked up at her inexplicably.

“Warning myself about the consequences of being loose-tongued,” the Maiden of the Moon said with an utterly natural expression.

The Golden Peacock angrily scattered the arrow with his wings: “I warn you! Next time… Tsk… Two against one, how shameless.”

Seeing the two goddesses glaring at him together, looking numb, he used his wings to cover his head: “For fun, I endure. Damn it… Candlekeep better explode spectacularly!”

Hearing this, Hill couldn’t help but look up at the giant screen.

The Prophecy Mage Ullant was happily looking back and forth among the vibrant voices and gossip.

Originally occasionally responding, Manks had slowly disappeared into the crowd… Considering her status that even AO had to take seriously, this scene indeed couldn’t pique her interest.

After all, relying on her skills, the fun lies in secretly maneuvering among Mistrala Electors and those deities in Toril without exposing her identity, whether she succeeds or not.

But truly making her converse with this fool, who doesn’t know whether his head is filled with water… From Manks’ perspective, she would rather people think she’s like an eight-year-old child who doesn’t understand anything.

Manks hid behind a sparkling pearl fan, continuously rolling her eyes… Candlekeep really met its end… Even if not destroyed today, it’ll probably collapse tomorrow.

No wonder Oghma hadn’t considered Candlekeep among his places of worship for years… Honestly, only that clueless Midnight could handle such followers, right?

Ullant actually started picking among those Quel Senta ladies! Showed it so blatantly.

Those ladies were carrying the Shards of Mistra’s Soul!

Growing to adulthood in such a bustling Quel Senta noble family, their intelligence even recognized by the Weave, their abilities are truly remarkable!

Even if those soul shards were deliberately created by someone, not just any soul can accommodate even the smallest shard!

At the very least, one’s intellect must be above that of a mage, right?

The female mages of Quel Senta, who originally harbored deep hostility towards Manks, had long since cast aside the greatest enemy, the young lady Manks, from their minds.

They had reached a consensus… to deal with this disgusting man who dared to play a consort selection game among them first.

Before they surrounded Ullant, they even used fan language to ask Manks if she was interested… The female mages of Quel Senta weren’t as foolish as Ullant, who actually forgot about the largest trouble!

Otherwise, why would Manks have pulled out another fan? She’s still fond of that Pearl Fan~ That dreadful, stingy Talos deserved to flee in panic at Agleya’s presence!

Manks, full of complaints, sat numbly on the sofa in the corner.

Although at first, these girls were exuding their charm… judging by their demeanor, they were well-bred girls taught by Shuni.

They were a bit affected, but actually everything was within the bounds of noble etiquette… merely sending out signals for a romantic date when there was mutual attraction, and once the man received it, he would simply choose the lady he favored and respond.

But this was just a game of hints and responses, not to be mistaken for picking girls with the attitude of selecting merchandise in a brothel… Ullant must be a regular at that little red-curtained establishment in Deepwater City.

A normal Ninth Ring Mage with independent thinking actually did something so foolish, and as a Prophecy Mage, he couldn’t even sense the cold glint in the girls’ eyes… Manks didn’t see any further need to rope in Ullant.

After all, her target wasn’t Oghma… Manks, pulling out another gemstone fan to fan herself silently, decided to just sit by and watch this time.

This spot wasn’t bad; she was short enough to hide behind a large vase, though her view was slightly obstructed, requiring her to poke her head out occasionally… Manks suddenly missed that giant screen of the Undead Tribe.

She glanced around the Sunshine Hall, and suddenly realized… where was Jason?

Wasn’t that guy always dutifully being her marker?

Why did he suddenly disappear?

Manks raised an eyebrow… could it be that even after becoming a helpless necromancer, as a man, he couldn’t stand to see women fawning over and flirting with an ugly man?

She leisurely fanned herself… after all, they were all insincere collaborators, whatever Jason did at Candlekeep wouldn’t affect her plans.

Though Hill didn’t understand women well, no matter how he looked at it, he didn’t think those beautiful black-haired girls had eyes for Ullant.

Though they sat together, their posture on the chairs was graceful, in truth, they had left enough space… if Ullant really wanted to touch anyone, he’d need to either use magic or stand up and walk.

He seemed not yet in a hurry to be forward, but…

Hill couldn’t help but ask, “Are prophecy mages prone to going astray?”

If Ullant was this foolish at the start, even Black Eye would know better than to choose such a blind fall guy.

“Well… prophecy mages, their advancement is quite peculiar, and once they embark on this path, it’s hard to step out of it,” said Celene slowly. “The most famous prophecy mages, either ended up going mad… within that shadow energy core seized by Shaer lies the mad soul of the prophecy master Agatha.

Or they died under strange circumstances, leaving no corpse behind, like Arando of Candlekeep, whose grave supposedly holds nothing but a large number of used crystal balls.

So far, among the powerful prophecy mages I’ve met, only Safras appeared normal on the surface.

But… judging by the current Path of Destiny, he isn’t all that normal either… either this guy has long gone mad, or he indeed carries shards of the Tablets of Fate.”

Hill gave a slight nod thoughtfully… if Celene said so, then Safras must indeed have shards of the Tablets of Fate on him!

He already had some understanding of the Maiden of the Moon; her thought process was rather straightforward, preferring real-life examples when explaining.

On the giant screen, Ullant courteously stood up, raising his hand to extend an arm-invitation to a lady… he seemed to have finally made his decision… the lady with a touch of rouge on her lips became the unfortunate target of his choice.

Rouge Mark looked at him steadily, her gaze traveling from his sparse hair downwards, lingering at the waist area momentarily before curling her lips in a disdainful smile.

That kind of wordless, soundless disdain that was obvious at a glance made Ullant lift his hand in anger… and then he got a taste of what magical spells those female mages had acquired from the Shards of Mistra’s Soul.

An overwhelming onslaught of spells proved just how long these female mages had been planning… probably ever since they entered the Sunshine Hall, they had intended to give him an awakening.

The Sunshine Hall turned into a world of ice and snow.