The Valuable Undead

"But the Undead were clearing these small worlds far too quickly.

The World Tree had originally estimated it would take fifty years to traverse these worlds. By then, the Undead might have nearly given up on coming to our magical world.

William's estimate back then was that twenty years was the lifespan of their game."

But that was absolutely impossible now.

Liszt sighed. These matters had originally just been gossip between him and his friends. If Hill had not taken an interest in Faerûn, there would have been no need to bring them up again.

However, as long as Hill was interested in Faerûn, he felt that this matter, which had already been sunk to the bottom of the sea, would be dredged up again. Telashir could not discard the donkey after it had finished grinding the grain. It could only find a way to send these scourges to other worlds.

Besides, most things Hill sincerely hoped for would come true.

Liszt lowered his voice as much as possible. He felt that Hill's anger had eased somewhat. "Every day, I go speak with that Oak to see whether he needs help. Sometimes, he tells me some unimportant things.

To the World Tree, giving up on handing the Undead over to Corellon was not merely because it was grateful to the Space-Time Pantheon. It was also because, to Telashir, the Space-Time Pantheon had already become a very important branch.

Compared to the other Gods, the Space-Time Pantheon was still somewhat more trustworthy.

It was not that the other Gods would betray anyone, but most of Telashir's Gods seemed rather prone to losing their minds and acting impulsively.

That included the three deities of the sun, moon, and earth.

So the World Tree still decided to let King Salar lead the Undead