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Netheril's Glory Chapter 1103

* This Chapter is Machine Translated  

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Chapter 1103: Visitor.

The gloomy sky looks dark and dead because of the energy of the abyss, the thick bloody cloud squeezes every inch of the sun that has broken free from the cloud cover, and the dusky air seems to fall to the ground. There are only a few clear and dazzling bright beams of light like the successive heavens and the earth. From the gap of the dark clouds, the chains brought a little light to the world.

This scene is too gloomy and too cold, the gloomy feeling is chaotic drowsiness, and the cold feeling is the piercing pain of the blade. This depressive atmosphere makes the whole world seem as if it has fallen into the apocalyptic, desperate, and dying wilderness. It's more like dying slowly under the raging chaos.

This is the outermost position where the demon invaded. This is also a tragic land that has been infiltrated by the aura of the abyss. All the low-level creatures that did not have time to evacuate the Great Plains quickly turned into terrible monsters with deformities after the cracks appeared. After more than a month of self-destruction, the mutated wild animals and plants and the demons who vented their desire for destruction were almost completely cleaned up.

As for now...the current Karamus border has no "now" anymore.

It is more appropriate that it is not so much an area occupied by demons as it is a completely barren wasteland, and this is still a terrible ruin that only "legendary scavengers" are qualified to step on, presumably even if there will be one day in the future. The rifts in the abyss have all been closed, and this wasteland must rely on the serious transformation of the spellcasters or priests of the morning star level to restore the normal ecological balance.

"It's a terrible disaster, it's a sad heart. Evil monsters have invaded this land that should be full of beauty and vitality. However, none of the resident legendary professionals in the entire plane of Faerun is willing to protect their homeland. Stand up and fight the evil to the end, even the powerful Morning Star Mage still wants to prevent others from saving the poor innocent lives...Ah..."

The sad side sighed and squatted on the icy dusty land, watching the dark red tones in the soil and the light red ballast in the cold wind intertwined with each other. Iberfil, the "valkyrie" with half-closed eyelids, couldn't help feeling sad. Stretch out his palm and gently brush it across the cracked ground.

The shiny silver hand armor blocks the girl’s skin touch, and the faintly surrounding waves of vindictiveness block the erosion of the abyssal energy. Even if a small piece of ice ballast on the surface is wiped away, Iberfeld still does not feel that there is any in the dust. The warmth of normal life.

Here only the devil virus from the abyss is slowly wriggling in the blood-red energy. They devour life and they erode the soul. These little demons with naked eyes are constantly devouring everything that they have the ability to swallow and strengthen themselves.

After they mature, the lowest and most basic abyssal creature "Abyss Worm" will be reborn on a blanket of scarlet fungus. At that time, this sudden disaster will expand its own footsteps in strides. Every piece of clean natural land around.

Just as life can find a way out, evil can always find a way out, because they all have one thing in common, that is, they do whatever they can to benefit.

But in the face of the evil force that "always finds a way out," where should those "brave men" who insist on justice hold the looming sharp blade?

"The Valkyrie" doesn't know the answer. She is just a naive and just girl who stubbornly clings to her. What she can do is to purify all the "Ququmais" she can find, then grind and smash them and use vindictiveness. Make high-temperature baked hard bread and bring it back to Horaka's defense line.

No matter how long this kind of disaster relief rations can last, no matter whether you will be targeted by the "long river of fate" for helping ordinary people on such a large scale, no matter how many pairs of invisible eyes you have behind you are staring at you, compassionate fighters are all. Will not give up pessimistically.

She is a legendary "valkyrie" with determination!

however…………

What if the evil that has found a "way out" is not satisfied with raging in the deserted wilderness and the wind, but it has also found the little kindness that hides for "self-entertainment", what should it do?

"..."

"Excuse me, are you the "Legend Valkyrie"-Miss Iberfel Marta?"

The gloomy air gradually solidified due to the sudden drop in temperature, and Iberfeld, who was panting and controlling a large oven built with hot vindictive air to roast bread, also silently stopped his work.

I saw that she carefully stuffed the hundreds of tons of hard bread that was just half baked into the inferior storage ring in the small space, and then wiped her forehead and kept her friendly smile. The beautiful girl who turned around was friendly. 'S seriously replied to a man standing in front of him:

"Hello, I’m Iberfeld Marta, but I’m not a "legendary Valkyrie". In fact, even this exaggerated title is just a leisure joke from a few of my friends. If necessary, you just call me Iberfil."

A kind-hearted girl always treats others with politeness, politeness and thoughtfulness, although the teenager who is now "standing" like a pillar in front of her looks very dejected in a fat, loose, and a bit tattered devil skin robe, but is polite and considerate. The "valkyrie" still doesn't feel unhappy because of the slightly rough appearance of the stranger with whom she is talking.

This is true and aristocratic courtesy, and it is also the friendly characteristic of professionals in the good camp. This kind of courtesy and friendliness depends only on the quality of the interviewer and has nothing to do with the status of the interviewee-I believe that even if it is being used The man who questioned with a hoarse voice was not a legendary professional with faint legendary fluctuations all over his body, but an ordinary farmer, and Iberfel’s attitude would not be much different from now. .

Of course, politeness goes to politeness, and goodwill goes to goodwill. The "just girl" with rich life experience and normal IQ will not relax his vigilance just because the stranger she meets "looks" less aggressive.

In fact, while answering, the muscle-tight "valkyrie" had secretly put her fingers on the hilt of her waist.

"Excuse me, Mr. Legendary Combatant, what is it that you came here to find me? The Karamus Empire is now in a state of war, and there are still many innocent poor people who are suffering in the cold winter wind. Hungry, I need to seize every bit of time to purify the wheat and send it to the Horaka defense line. If you are volunteering to join the "League of the Guardians of the Plane of Faerun" to contribute to the great cause of justice, you can follow Follow this road to the direction where Mira fell to Moka City, where our "temporary lord" Augustine is stationed."

End of this Chapter

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