Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1285: Chapter 1076: Toril’s Possible Future Trajectory Off Course

Nasir quickly understood the meaning in Edna’s words: ”It seems the Undead Tribe are also very aware of the dragons’ arrogance!

Even though the dragons they usually encounter are considered amiable... Perhaps they saw the madness in those Steel Dragons who dared to make a move against our Lord for the Divine Artifacts?

Tsk tsk, if the dragons really thought that Bahamut and Tiamat were both around, they’d need to be cautious with their own Main God, or the outcome might not be good.

No one has ever thought of plundering the Ancient Giant Dragon’s treasure along with its owner.

Even if both Dragon Gods were around, there are powerful Mages like Halaster Black Robe nearby! Talos may seem far away, but... he is the Storm God, reaching Snowfall Island wouldn’t be difficult.

When the Dragon Ball appears, those who understand its significance will surely keep their eyes on it.

Not mentioning others, but that Black Robe Mage will definitely show up... Strange Objects and spells from the Gnomish Inventor Empire of ten thousand years ago, along with various information, have always interested these archmages striving to restore the Mage’s glory.

If he goes to snatch it and hides back in his Underworld, those two dragons likely wouldn’t dare venture down there again even if they join hands.”

Edna tilted her head and glanced at him: ”So Shaer won’t go?”

”Why would Shaer?” said the ’Old Age Striking King’ confidently, ”Shaer just likes darkness, it doesn’t mean she does bad things.”

All the Toril people, including Shaer’s Followers of the Night, couldn’t help but give the Female Priest an attentive look.

They all understood the cleverness and capability of the ’Old Age Striking King’, so her statement surely indicated that in her judgment, Shaer’s actions have a high moral baseline.

”Ah~ love, truly intoxicating.

It confuses, softens the heart, yet makes one willingly compliant.” Josanie in Leonard’s arms suddenly sang out a tavern ditty she learned who knows where.

Leonard belatedly covered his Fairy Dragon’s mouth, speaking softly yet sternly to her, ”Josanie, we’re on live broadcast! Do you want to be turned into a specimen hung on a tree?”

The Fairy Dragon pondered for a while and whispered, ”Then give me a Silencing Spell! I feel so excited now, I can’t control myself.”

”No problem, I’m happy to help.” Not far from them, Nasir watched the large butterfly-like Fairy Dragon with a fierce gaze, the black orb in his hand flickering with ominous dark purple light.

”No! No no! Please don’t~” Josanie cried out, ”I can’t never speak again, that’s worse than death!”

Leonard held the Fairy Dragon, cautiously glanced at Nasir, made no apparent movements, yet quickly moved to the farthest sofa from Nasir, and took out a long green silk scarf from a storage bracelet made of seeds on his wrist, gently tying a pretty butterfly knot around his partner’s long snout.

”I won’t tie up your claws too...” he whispered to the somewhat uneasy Fairy Dragon, ”If you don’t want to be unable to speak for a lifetime, Josanie should at least remember she can’t speak recklessly for a month, right?”

Josanie dejectedly lowered her mischievous claws, burying herself into Leonard’s embrace, her beautiful large tail swaying twice, as if to assure her friend that she could comply.

Nasir waited quietly for a few minutes, and finding that his Main God had no interest in arguing with a verbally delinquent Fairy Dragon, returned to his original seat.

He himself didn’t notice... Sitting down, he gave a rare gentle smile to the group of Undead Tribe girls sitting by the ’Old Age Striking King’, completely different from his usual sarcastic smile.

Perhaps it’s because, to Shaer’s exclusive followers in the Night Cloak, the situation indeed left him at a loss.

For most Night followers, friends are just a joke, temporary teammates are merely expendables... No matter how well they get along before, they must always be ready to draw their knives, the worst has to be a white knife in and red knife out.

So once it was confirmed that these Undead Tribe members would become their formal allies, set to cooperate for unknown years, even the clever and capable Nasir didn’t know how to handle this unprecedented situation, only able to show a certain amount of friendliness initially.

Really put him in a bind... But thinking of his superior, Abert, who believes men can never be trusted and always tries to find fault with him, Nasir suddenly felt a bit joyful thinking about what expression Abert would have upon learning this.

Thus, his smile, though a bit stiff, emanated a rare sincerity.

The Quel Senta Mage, who leapt to the side to watch this confrontation, finally sat back in his seat.

For Devis and Luca, this journey truly broadened their horizons... They had once lived a life like frogs in a well.

After all, as a Seventh Circle Mage who has just come of age, in the Magic Tower, they are almost the most prominent figures among the young ones... Yet once they venture out, they end up being the weakest everywhere they go.

Especially Devis, as a future City Lord, who has always been proud of his talents, never imagined that one day someone could, with just a flick of their hand, send him flipping right over the back of the sofa.

Devis sat on the sofa, a bit dazed: because he knew that he might get involved with the Path of Destiny of Mystra, he was actually prepared for this coming-of-age journey to involve a lot of trouble, even life-and-death crises... He even wrote a will before he left!

Who would have thought? There were indeed life-and-death crises, but they were basically blocked by the Undead Tribe... But the shocks he experienced might be more severe than the life-and-death crises.

After all, if one really can’t get through a life-and-death crisis, there is still Azuth’s Divine Kingdom... but these forbidden pieces of information might just cause his soul to be annihilated!

Unlike Devis, Luca wasn’t burdened by such complex emotions; he merely scratched his head, asking: ”So... Elaströ and the others, are they following us or have they also gone to Snowfall Island?”

”They wouldn’t have any interest in Ambori.” Edna smiled lightly, ”Even though the Ningbrow Astrolabe is valuable, in their eyes, it’s not that important.

”Even the treasure on Snowfall Island doesn’t concern them much. After all, leaving the other possible outcomes aside, Elaströ and Xinbu are very wealthy powerhouses... Perhaps they just want to know about the spell knowledge related to those Gnomish Inventors, but...”

”But they’re more interested in the fate of those black-haired girls, aren’t they?” ’Cunlü’ grinned almost ear to ear, ”Anyone with a bit of brains would know there’s not a single potential Mystra among them.

For goodness’ sakes, she’s a great goddess of Divine Power; she wouldn’t do things so trivially... If they had rushed to Snowfall Island initially, they might have had a slight chance.

Tsk tsk, even before getting on stage, the audition list had already been marked with X’s.”

Although Edna fully understood, she roughly comprehended the general meaning and couldn’t help but smile.

However, the next words from ’Cunlü’ wiped the smile off her face: ”Tsk tsk, wouldn’t any talent show have one or two royals inscrutably predetermined as winners?

Those up front are just for show, a mere spectacle for people to laugh at, really adding no value at all, right?

Perhaps one of those inconspicuous little girls around them is the true form!

Tsk tsk, how many boys that like calling sister and girls that like calling brother has the Tablets of Fate in Toril seen? This strategy, what a pro.”

Edna tilted her head, applying force as she leaned against ’Cunlü’, her brown hair falling onto the female priest’s high chest, her pretty face close to the priest’s as she whispered sweetly: ”Beloved Sister Cunlü, what is a talent show?

I don’t quite understand what you’re saying~”

’Cunlü’ waved her free hand, pulling out her tablet: ”Here, let me show you some of our local female anchors who are good at singing and dancing; the famous ones have all been on major talent shows, and they are exactly those main characters I mentioned, who only bring a superficial spectacle...”

’Cunlü’ didn’t at all seem to mind that Edna had all her weight pressing on her, her face full of a yearning smile as she began to tell Edna old stories.

’Old Age Striking King’ glanced at them, dismissively curling her lips... She never liked those assembly-line idols, but since Snow Old Dog plans to sneak away amid this matter, they must make some cooperative gestures.

She was indeed very busy herself, and besides, those trivial things were unlikely to corrupt Edna anyway... the little girl has a long way to go in gaining complete control!

And as for whether someone else might be interested, well... that has nothing to do with her.

On the Floating Castle, Celene, seated on a crescent chair, and the previously dispirited Golden Peacock, both were now full of vitality as they crowded around the giant screen of the Black Rose... No matter whether it was a superficial spectacle or a real one, in the end, it was just a grand spectacle providing entertainment!

If it could fill their boring days with fun, then that was enough!

Hill looked perplexed at the rapidly developing plot, unable to stop his imagination from running wild... then he suddenly shivered uncontrollably.

Luckily, the official commencement of battle from the large-scale force of the Undead Tribe caught his attention... On the rooftop garden, at least half of the present beings were still eagerly focused on those two giant dragons slowly forming in the air.

As for the other half, well, they weren’t much use anyway.

The Chromatic Dragon Queen, Tiamat, had just condensed her body, and habitually transformed into Light of Nihility, then belatedly, under the cold snort of the platinum-colored giant dragon, with its slender, shimmering body in the sunlight, transformed into a massive dragon with a sturdy frame, sporting five heads of different colors and a tail like that of a bipedal dragon. Her gigantic torso displayed beautiful stripes of white, black, green, blue, and red.