Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

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Hill looked around carefully and found that he still couldn't find it. Then he quickly turned on all the defenses of the Cloud Ship and moved to the magic tower of Falang.

Although the flying speed of the cloud ship is slow, its defense is not bad.

Hill, who was afraid of death, had piled the defensive magic circle to the limit.

Moreover, even if William had already gone to the camp over there, he couldn't give up here.

Hill looked at the six large ships standing quietly. There must be a back hand there. He had long felt that with William's habit, if there was no reason, he would never allow these ships to stop so unevenly.

Neatness should be carved into his bones.

And the magic tower of Français, in fact, is on the same level as William's king ship.

Hill took out the pen and paper, and drew on the paper carefully for a while, and finally drew a flat six-pointed star array.

This is the Star Array. In addition to the king ship in the center, there is also the magic tower of Flange.

The greatest ability is to rebound.

I don't know if it's because of the location of the magic tower, like a star floating outside the magic circle.

So, when did Fran create this circle for William?

Is this prepared for a long time?

No wonder all the ships, even if they were made by Adrian, Fran has inspected them many times.

This is a magic circle that can move flexibly!

William's idea, right? The essence of positional warfare is to block the front with great firepower.

It must be more than a magic circle, how could William only be able to defend.

Will the methods of war in this world change in the future?

Hill patted his forehead lightly, impossible.

Let alone the question of how many resources are needed to form these magic circles.

There are a few kings who can afford the existence of Flange.

Although William and the **** of time and space are very careful, they don't let other things in time and space enter this world.

But the non-attribute spar they brought was enough to surprise the world.

For those from other countries, a very important task now is to purchase these non-attribute spars from the Salars.

Although the bulk of it was collected by William, most of the rest was collected by mages like Frank and Hill.

But the undead are very accustomed to using spars as large gold coins, and the merchant nobles of Salar can still receive a lot.

The good thing of being able to earn spar with gold coins has never happened once in the past few years. Almost all the nobles of Salar have participated in it.

However, although these spies also want to deal directly with the undead, they don't know why, if they say a few words, they will be discovered their true identities. If they are beaten, they will be directly escorted to the guards.

If any idiot really dared to resist, the undead would be even more straightforward and just hack it.

If it weren't for Hill and Flange to win people like this, it would not be an ordinary spar, and the wealthy William wouldn't have to go down to dig a space spar.

But this kind of war consumption of simply burning spar, William has nothing to fear.

No matter how envious other people are, they won't be able to learn it.

Hill turned his attention back to the blueprint, this hidden star array, unless someone could smash it in one breath, he would only get a fat beating from himself.

This is the magic circle that Fran presides over.

Moreover, William knew that the enemy might send out the Fallen God, but he still left indifferently to open the realm of God over there.

One can imagine how much he believes in the defensive power of this magic circle.

Hill slowly showed a faint smile, just because of the dwarf's habitual smashing virtue, it is estimated that he would really see a lot of small stars.

Then he pondered for a while and parked his cloud ship in a safer place that would not affect the Flange's control circle.

The algorithm is broken, and this position can probably be maintained for one second longer, enough for him to burn the spar and escape.

Standing in the study room with a crystal ball in front of him, Flange couldn't help but smile.

"Teacher?" Adrian couldn't help asking, sitting while looking at the drawings.

"Hill, has recognized this magic circle, and has now parked his cloud house at a safe point."

Adrian stood up and saw the cloud boat quietly parked through the window.

"It would be great if Hill was a mage!" Adrian sighed heartily. He was going crazy looking at the drawings recently.

Fran shook his head: "Don't say these are useless. Even if you find a student who likes magic circles and artifact alchemy, are you going to let me teach them? You still have to remember these patterns."

Adrian sighed.

"That Spencer guy, how is it sitting on Hill's boat?" He glanced again and found Spencer pouring himself happily, with a table full of food in front of him.

"He wants to see the excitement, except for Hill's boat, where else is there." Fran pinched the bridge of his nose, and just wanted to say something, he suddenly raised his head, "Come on!"

There was a loud bang, almost like a bomb on Hill's head.

He opened his mouth slightly, looking at the casting god, who was supported by a dwarf, with a shield hung on his neck and dragged in the air.

It's actually connected with an iron chain. Is this a slap shield?

It should be because he swallowed his shield to guard against the cracks in time and space, and he couldn't find it again, so he temporarily got a chain and took it with him.

It is also considered to be straight, otherwise you accidentally lose your weapon and you should be embarrassed.

Although he was smashed by his own shield, it was not much better.

However, how hard did he use just now?

He couldn't stand anymore, and he had to be supported by the legendary dwarf behind him.

Seeing the casting **** just a little dizzy, Hill admired the dwarf's head, which was indeed as hard as the legend.

Fortunately, in order to smash the magical defense of this camp, he used a shield instead of a long sword hanging from his waist.

But Hill always wanted to know, why didn't he use a hammer?

Isn't it hanging on his back?

Hill stretched out his fingers curiously, and 8 tornadoes swept out, entraining countless sand and ice.

The legendary dwarf who supported the **** of dwarf forging, instantly released his hand and raised the shield he was carrying behind him.

This is a shield warrior.

But he actually only took care of covering his whole body, regardless of the somewhat confused God of Casting, and even blocked a direction with the body of the God of Casting.

Hill blinked and looked at the casting **** whose face was covered by sand and ice. When he woke up, he looked at the dwarf legend who was behind him~www.readwn.com~ before raising the shield to protect him. Live yourself.

Some of the words the casting **** said to the hunting goddess may not be false, and his position in the dwarf race is a bit wrong.

Hill knew that these dwarves were evil, and selfishness was normal.

But Hill's tentative offense at the most severely injured the legend, but he didn't care that the **** of casting would teach him when he returned.

Isn't it from the same camp?

Hill increased his mana, the ice became a sharp sword, the gravel turned into a stone spear, and the dwarves had to continue to defend.

What a good opportunity to test the power of your spells!

A casting **** who did not bring down the artifact, it was so interesting!

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