Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Hill looked up to the dark, cloud-shrouded half-mountain to the north.

The earthquake and volcano that erupted at the same time cleaned up the entire Neverwinter Mountains...except for the traces left by the magma, the rest is gray and black.

If it wasn't because Hill had stabilized the leylines on the other side, it is estimated that the small half south of the Neverwinter Forest would definitely not have stayed.

The only benefit of this disaster may be that after the forest on the north side collapsed, hot springs gushed out from the ground.

Although most of them were mixed with the muddy volcanic ash to form a swamp... Hill suddenly had a strange feeling, whether there must be a vast swamp in this area, and there are two big heads peeping carefully in the swamp Black Dragon Brothers.

Although the seaside has turned into a mountainside, the two still make their home on this main road in northern Faerun.

"We can play in the Neverwinter Forest now, can't we? My lord." The white dragon who was sitting on Oberon suddenly spoke in a high-pitched voice.

"It's fine if Auberon has no opinion." Hill thought for a while and replied gently, "However, the vine must be worn.

You guys also know that you are impulsive, don't you?

I finally made a friend, but turned into an enemy because of my own recklessness, but what should I do? "

Bai Long tilted his head and thought for a while, then nodded immediately: "I know! Little goblins are not good things either, if they play too much tricks, they may... make us want to bite them to death.

But then... Auberon would be sad. "

"Yes!" Hill patted his head appreciatively, "So, be more lenient to your friends!"

"What about the two black dragons next door?" The white dragon rubbed happily on Hill's hand, "What if they want to eat the white dragon's meat?

Together... we can't beat them!

Even if you call for help, the dead will not survive. "

The smaller dragons on Bailong Mountain, especially the young dragons, are a little carefree because of the abundant food and safe life, but for this young white dragon who used to live a difficult life on the big glacier, in the past, it was always difficult. The sense of crisis that might be skinned by some creature is always there.

"Brother Black Dragon wouldn't do that." Hill comforted him with a smile, "He will even protect you."

"What?" White Dragon screamed, "Black Dragon? How is that possible? That thing can eat dragon meat!"

"Because they also signed a contract with the goddess of magic!" Hill laughed, "To a certain extent, the two of them have to listen to Alvia!

No matter what, they would not watch their colleagues or even their boss's children being hurt right under their noses.

Do not worry!

Alvia will always protect you in the Joseph Garden.

But, don't make trouble!

Bad boys must be punished. "

Hill reassured him patiently.

The adult white dragon's IQ is sometimes... worse than that of goblins, so the young white dragon is no different from a child.

Hill is still a bit patient with children.

After all, compared to the brats in his own family, these white dragons can actually create much less chaos. Spraying some water mist, throwing two ice hockey pucks, and stealing some meat are nothing?

Even if he is full of energy and does not stop all day long, as long as the whip is whipped, he can be honest for a while.

Moreover, it may be because the infancy is more like animals, Bailong is actually very easy to develop some fixed habits, even if he is selfish and indifferent by nature, he can still teach children.

Anyway, in Toril, only those who are more selfish can live longer.

As long as Hill thinks of his little bears, he is very tolerant of these little white dragons: Orianna is a little bastard, and the world can be turned upside down if she makes a fuss. If the three little bears reach a consensus, it will almost make the Adamantine Mountain Shake three times.

If the characteristic of infinite strength is placed on a particularly bearish child, it will be a disaster.

Oriana's biological parents were really exhausted in those years. After all, the patriarch always only let his biological parents wipe their asses. Even if the two of them just struggled out of the cosmic storm, there was no respite.

Whoever raises cleans up is the consistent tradition of the Earth Bear. The other bears can at most help them with some food, as for discipline... Hehe, who is not a baby, why should he suffer that?

The black dragon brothers who went to the settlement and went directly to the goddess of magic silently put away their prying eyes. They didn't want to hear how the lord of Agraia taught the little white dragon.

Anyway, it’s not a bad thing for the two of them to have their next-door neighbor turned into a goblin...Fairies and little flower fairies are creatures that are likely to be coveted by mages who want to build their own magical botanical gardens. There must be many adventurers trying to enter This sprawling forest grabs two and walks.

Moreover, these guys with ulterior motives must go from the swamp...who dares to go to the south?

And the area to the east that used to be the Harbell family has now turned into a cold water lake several kilometers deep.

No one knows where the water came from, maybe it was an underground river that penetrated directly into the Underdark?

Anyway, no one can go there.

Anyone who wants to sneak into Neverwinter Forest probably has to sneak into their brother's swamp.

Wezlum looked at his younger brother who was hiding in the hot spring water: "Urzul, with these little neighbors, although we won't make a lot of money in the future, we won't starve to death!"

Urzul turned over and let the sun shine on his belly: "Get rich? What kind of get rich?

You can earn 5,000 gold by taking a trip to the glacier sea in the north with the undead. What other wealth is worth our trouble? "

"Being a dragon! You can never be picky! Can we let the bandits pass by?" Wetzlum said seriously.

"Oh~ that's definitely not possible!" Urzul said happily, "There are no days of 5,000 gold, but 5 silver coins can make a dragon happy!

Anyway, we're safe now, and there's no way anyone's going to get rid of the dragon. "

"What nonsense?" Weitzlum warned his younger brother with a serious face, "We! We are the black dragon following under the skirt of the great goddess of magic, Mystra!

Never been a dragon, you know? There is no such thing~"

"Brother~" Urzul quietly opened one closed eye and stared at his brother's dragon face, "Wouldn't the five-color dragon be struck by lightning if he said this?"

"Tsk!" Wetzlum impatiently pushed his paw away from the younger brother who liked to tell the truth, "Shut up if you can't speak!"

Urzul spread his dry wings, followed the power of his brother's claws, and floated leisurely on the warm swamp, his voice was full of happiness: "Ah...I used to think that we were really I like the cold sea water too!

Now it seems that it is warmer and more comfortable~"

Wetzlum grinned slightly, then looked at the archmage in fluttering white clothes on the branch of the Neverwinter Forest, and then slowly fell into the water.

When the sadness of not being able to revenge condensed in their hearts, of course only the cold ice water could keep them rational and not fight desperately with the magicians in Amn.

But now, they no longer bear the hatred of the past, and they don't even need to search hard for the future. Of course, they only need to choose the most comfortable way of life.

He slowly closed his eyes in the sun... Before, he thought that the blue dragon who loved music to the point of madness must have been subjected to a sophistication, but now, he can understand it!

Longsheng is worry-free, of course he can pursue other joys of life!

Weitzlum thought for a while, and then suddenly said: "Ah~ the best entertainment I can think of, seems to be black eating black."

"Huh?" Urzul replied slowly, "What are you thinking again! Brother.

Isn't this the only job that makes money and entertains? "

I don't know around my territory, ah, no, it should be Hill, a pair of voluntary inspectors, who appeared on the main road from Aglaia to Luskan, helping Oberon to rearrange the glade After that, he flew back to the floating castle.

In his study, a stiff vine was hanging in mid-air to lie dead.

Hill couldn't help sighing, and touched the red leaves of the killing vine.

After knowing that Hill was about to leave, the killing vine decided to split again... She swallowed Malar more than once, and she had condensed too much Toril's natural divine power in her body, and she was once again on the verge of promotion.

As a part of nature, it is her nature to devour creatures, no matter how careful Ao is, she will not be counted.

But the Killing Vine doesn't like Malar's supernatural power that is full of murderous characteristics~www.readwn.com~ Anyway, she originally planned to leave a powerful clone in Toril to help Lynn manage the white dragon, so she simply I decided to advance to a level before leaving... After the promotion, the messy power swallowed in the previous stage will be directly purified.

Hill didn't know what color she would become after this transformation.

It is indeed easy to advance to the killing vine that grows by swallowing, but because of her ability to swallow everything, it is difficult to grow, especially after the crimson demigod stage.

Because of the uncontrollable desire to devour, this plant will create terrible disasters, and plants have very obvious weaknesses.

The one next to Hill is probably the first killing vine that human beings can see to advance to the rank of God, right?

Hill said softly: "We are leaving in half a year, you have to work harder~"

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