Fortunately, the Ring of Winter is indeed an artifact that even powerful gods covet, and the armor that was repeatedly reinforced layer by layer still held up.
Hill looked at the several light gates connected by the vortex. He no longer cared about which world he was in. He just tried his best to move to the outside of the vortex.
Although the whirlpool moves faster and strikes harder as it moves outward, Hill, who is very familiar with tornadoes, knows that although the source may indeed be safe, that place may not necessarily lead to somewhere.
He didn't want to test whether the Abyss liked natural warlocks as much as the legend said.
Hill was really grateful for his terrifying strength. His body was indeed strong enough to withstand such a blow.
Otherwise, even with ice armor, the shock would be enough to kill him.
If he couldn't hold on, he would have no choice but to follow those unlucky ghosts into the whirlpool.
Hill saw the two giant dragons. They were quite strong, but their weight was terrible, and they were originally at the center of the vortex, and now they were about to sink to the bottom.
Those undead who were involved were very straightforward, and those on the periphery were directly involved. They probably went to whichever world was closest to them.
Those who were caught in the vortex dissipated directly back to Trasil because they were too far away from the artifact of the God of Time and Space.
Hill rarely envied the undead.
Although he also saw a few Paladins who were still struggling, Hill could only sympathize, but these were at least legendary tin cans, and they should have their own masters trying to save lives.
The paladins who dare to stand by the star gate and monitor at this time should be devout believers that the gods should cherish very much.
When Hill was about to move to the outermost edge, he saw from the corner of his eye a demigod-level paladin trying to hold a rope to his companions passing by.
After Hill persisted in the whirlpool for half an hour, he finally found the light door closest to him.
The light gate has begun to become illusory, and Hill knows that this means that the star road that can connect multiple universes is about to completely collapse.
Even if he leaves from the Star Gate, he cannot reach the real port, but a random territory.
However, Hill decided to believe in his luck again. Energy is always conserved, and so should luck.
It's rare for him to be unlucky, so he should be lucky again!
Hill grabbed the edge of the star gate and found that the seemingly illusory light was quite solid.
Although he didn't know the material of this star gate, Hill could sense the breath of nature and light.
Hill tied himself to the star gate with the line of light that flew more than 1 meter, and then took out a rope woven with the fiber of the ancestor of the Crystal Flower.
Once the rope of light is woven into the Star Gate, it can never be untied.
Although I'm a little reluctant to give it up, this is the material for making a semi-artifact! But he had accumulated thousands of the same ropes over the years, and Hill still couldn't put money more important than human life.
This light gate may not last for 12 hours. If those paladins fall into the abyss, it is absolutely impossible to survive.
If they die in other places, their souls can return to the Kingdom of God, but there are countless ways to keep their souls in the abyss.
The kind of result that is more uncomfortable than death is the reason why those holy warriors dare not faint and no one is willing to give up their companions.
Hill weaved the rays of light tightly onto the crystal flower rope bit by bit, and then pulled hard. If it could not move even with his strength, this ten-meter-long rope should be able to pull the iron cans.
With sharp eyesight and quick hands, he saw the semi-sacred warrior who was about to turn to his side. Hill waved his right hand vigorously, and the transparent rope with a little radiance floated directly to a few meters in front of him.
Of course, those paladins had already noticed the mage who was about to escape.
However, for Tyr's Holy Scale Knights, they had long since given up seeking help from Hill. They simply could not believe that there would be any mages who had a favorable impression of them.
Those who don't take the opportunity to give them two blows and let them fall directly into the abyss of hell are all of good character.
He can actually save people!
Even the demigod was stunned for a second before he suddenly jumped forward and caught the rope before the whirlpool almost rolled back.
Hill chose him not only because he was almost on the outside in order to save his companions, but also because he had enough strength to move in the vortex, even if it was only a few meters.
It would be nice if the others could hold on to where they were and prevent themselves from being sucked in underneath.
Hill watched for a while. The semi-sacred warrior had tied up several companions with the rope he carried.
After having a way to save his life, he tentatively pulled the rope to determine the bearing capacity, and then began to jump to the position of his companions to save others.
Tyr's paladin is indeed brave enough. Even if a companion is almost in the middle and is about to be sucked in and pushed down, he rushes over without caring.
Moreover, he wisely tied up his companions with the rope he brought, and did not intend to let Hill pull them together.
Hill smiled. Although Tire's men were famous for being stiff-minded and rigid, at least they were aboveboard.
Even when their lives were in danger, they did not threaten others to save their own lives.
It is their own business to save their companions, and they are very grateful if others can help.
When the guy reached his side again, Hill put on the crystal flower gloves and started to pull the rope.
The demigod tin can was busy paying attention to whether the rope tied to his companion could hold up at first, and didn't notice anything wrong until he was pulled to the outermost edge of the vortex in a few strokes.
He looked at Hill with gratitude and confusion.
Hill gave the semi-sacred warrior a final tug and let him hang on the star gate before nodding and saying goodbye to him.
Although the semi-sacred warrior wanted to stay, he gave up after looking at the already flickering star gate and nodded heavily to Hill.
Before Hill turned around and jumped out of the star gate, he saw another face flashing in the demigod's eyes.
The old man with a bandage on one eye was smiling at Hill.
He couldn't help but be shocked. Was this guy actually the descendant of Tyr?
Even though the feeling of crossing the star gate was uncomfortable and shocking, Hill was still wondering, was it because he had been worried about his safety in Faerûn that he got involved in this big trouble?
Even Tyr would not have been able to directly break into the half-damaged Stargate to save his men. That would have caused the Stargate to explode instantly. It was a violent explosion that could destroy a whole world.
So although the two dragons were still fighting, they would rather fall into the abyss than use their dragon language magic.
Although Hill could create ice roads in an instant, he would never dare to use it. He could only keep replenishing the ice armor that was only 1 centimeter thick on his body.
The power released by the Ring of Winter is relatively obscure and cannot cause a vortex reaction.
Everyone can only use their own strength.
So if these paladins fell into the abyss, even Tyr would be heartbroken.
It would take him thousands of years of accumulation to cultivate a demigod who could become his god.
Moreover, it must be the kind that the most devout believer, Tyr, would take the initiative to break into the abyss to save him.
Although Hill did this out of his own good intentions, he was really happy to get better rewards.
When we get to the world of Toril in the future, especially the continent of Faerûn, if there are any enemies that we can't defeat, Hill can rush directly to the Temple of the Hand of Tyr to save his life!
Hill, who dropped rapidly from mid-air, spent a lot of effort to open his wind and thunder wings.
He floated in mid-air in shock, looking at the boundless giant net in front of him.
Although the scene appeared due to the vibration of the spiritual sea, it was more shocking than what the eyes saw.
He thought that he knew where he was and there was no need to wait any longer.
Although there was only a one-fifth chance, he still reached Toril and wanted to come back later, but he just had to see which continent he was on first.
However, no matter what the red dragon wanted to do, his purpose was probably completely failed.
Hill comforted Aglaia in the pendant, asked her to tell the tower spirit demon plants that she was safe, and then quietly fell into the huge forest below.
Fortunately, there was no owner in this primeval forest, so Hill directly found a giant tree to communicate with, and was soon allowed to enter the space in the heart of his tree to rest.
Fortunately, his natural power was not affected at all.
After finding a safe enough place, Hill simply opened up his mental power and connected to the magic network.
When he used the Wings of Wind and Thunder, it took almost six times as long as before. This was still the original spell engraved in his spiritual sea.
If not recognized by the Toril Universe, Hill's spellcasting speed would probably not be as fast as that of an ordinary mage.
Hill thought that he might attract the attention of Mystra, but found that there was no movement.
He thinks too highly of himself.
Although Hill's mental power quickly came into contact with the origin of the world along the magic network, he was only recognized by the origin and did not show any peculiar performance.
For the goddess of magic who has seen many mages, a legendary mage like Hill can't even talk about the destructive power. And unless it can affect the safety of the magic network, no matter how powerful the mage is, he is not worthy of her attention.
Hill laughed self-deprecatingly and began to inquire about the surrounding environment with the big tree that accepted him.
Don't mention anything else, don't have a dragon.
He touched a strange-style ring on his left hand again. In fact, Hill was not afraid of these giant dragons, but once these dragons went crazy, they would die.
Hill knew that he would not be merciful to his enemies now, but he didn't want to attack the dragon who was forced to lose his mind.
Then Hill found a spell in his mind: confirm his position.
His map of this world is not very accurate, but at least he can tell which continent it is on.
As expected, it turned out to be Faerun.
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