Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

  Chapter 273 Watching the lively druid becomes lively

  Hill was wondering whether it would make sense to turn an immersive blockbuster into a TV series. Fran, who stood by the window for a long time without speaking, suddenly turned to look at him: "Hill, when do you plan to release those seeds?"

   "In three days. I'll hand it to Spencer."

   "At that time, the neighborhood was clean?" Adrian couldn't help asking, "So fast?"

"Yes! Sunflowers do not only absorb the dirt in the soil. As long as they are near them, they will absorb them all." Hill explained, "The underground moss purification has actually begun to work. It's just because it's still small. , So they grow slowly. They have taken root.

  Wait until the campsite is completely clean, I will use natural blessings on the ground several times.

  That is enough for them to grow to be able to immediately purify the filth from other places. "

  Adrian nodded, expressed his understanding, and expressed deep sympathy for the busy Spencer.

  Hill couldn’t bear to tell him that William asked Spencer to do so many things to really make him please the will of the world.

  Wait until enough merits are accumulated, Spencer will be rewarded by the will of the world. Even if it is just a lucky blessing, it is enough for Spencer to become a legendary knight.

  Originally, with Spencer's aptitude to become a sky knight so early, William had enough good things.

  But the world's will is enough to allow him to cross the gap that was completely invisible to the other side.

  Furthermore, if a **** wants to enshrine his own deity, he must have enough reasons to be recognized by the will of the world, otherwise only grace will allow Spencer to enter William's kingdom of God.

  William probably didn’t want his cousin to become a saint in his kingdom of God.

  As an alchemist, Adrian, it is impossible to have such benefits.

  Mage can only rely on his own power.

  No matter how many good things you do, natural consciousness will not bless a mage.

  Just like Goddess Spencer, it is impossible for Miller and the others to change from a **** to a member of the gods, even if they are also gods.

  They can only stay forever in the kingdom of time and space, but they may be gradually assimilated by the kingdom of God and lose their independent will.

  The **** of time and space would not treat them like William took care of his cousin.

  So when they found another possibility, neither Miller nor Carl considered entering the kingdom of time and space at all.

  Even if one road is immortal, the other road may die outside the starry sky.

  Fran looked outside again, and Spencer had handled the endgame.

  He couldn't help turning his head to ask Hill: "Can't you use the blessing of nature now? Wouldn't it be good to clean it up earlier?" It seems that he is a little anxious to build this city.

"It won't work until the filth here is completely gone." Hill shook his head, "Although there are no plants growing here now, it is because ordinary plants have long died out, but magic plants can't. They are still hidden in the soil! They know innately that this kind of environment will grow to death.

  But if I release the blessings of nature, they will feel safe outside and will immediately enter a state of growth.

  If a plant absorbs a bit of a devil's breath, it is likely to mutate into a **** plant in the future, which will be very troublesome. "

  Flange nodded helplessly: "Then wait three days!"

  Hill felt that his grandfather was anxious that his design could not be seen immediately, instead of waiting for these three days and wasting his time.

  Common problem with scientific research leaders.

  It's best to design the drawings yourself here, and if everything is done over there, let him see the results directly.

   Hill stood up and looked at another battlefield that was still fluctuating, a little strange.

  Can the three dwarves and demigods hold William for so long?

"No need to read, His Majesty the King is training soldiers." Fran said casually, "There are too many undead people, and the fight is a bit messy. His Majesty plans to let them learn a few fixed formations to see if they can resist the demigods. If If you can, it depends on how many you can resist at the same time."

   "The dwarves are also willing? Why do you follow?" Hill wondered.

   "Dwarves are a race that pays much attention to face." Fran smiled, "Run if you don't lose. To them, it's a humiliation."

  So to help the human king train soldiers for the sake of face? Hill looked at the sky over there in disbelief.

  But everyone knows that dwarves are the ones who suffer?

  The longer you stay, the faster the undead will practice?

"The three demigods of the dwarves may be only over 10,000 years old." Fran said slowly, "For humans, they have experienced life, but the words of the dwarves can only prove that they are talented or have a high enough background. They also need a place to temper themselves.

  At this time, as long as they firmly declare that they don't plan to retreat without a fight, then they can keep it and exercise themselves.

  Now, no one should think that the dwarves are stupid.

  Many times, what we find weird actually has a purpose on their side.

  And whoever wants to believe, the dwarves are the three demigods, who is really stupid. They are guarding against elves! "

   Hill blinked. He knew that the dwarf demigod must still exist, but he didn't count how many.

   But if it’s a target elves, there are probably at least 8.

  "Hill. Why hasn't the Elf Druid ever come to the seat of God?" Adrian asked curiously. He knew that Hill had such a little inheritance memory.

"Natural law doesn't allow them. They can only become gods from the elf **** king. Once accepted, they will no longer be druids." A sneer appeared at the corner of Hill's mouth, "Moon elf, can become a virtue. Rui's is dead long ago. Now they are all mixed blood, and they are likely to carry the will of other worlds. Natural consciousness will not recognize that they can represent the natural laws of this world, whether they are awake or not."

  "What does this mean? Didn't the elves have long been the gods of this world?" Adrian was taken aback.

"Elves have no natural gods." Hill shook his head and said, "They all rely on faith and occupy part of the world's laws. But not all of them. Otherwise, why are all racial gods in this world? Like springs and lakes, they are born as soon as they are born. The **** named after the law is the true **** of the world."

   Adrian thought for a while in silence.

  He finally understood why the God of Time and Space is so powerful.

  He, a **** who innately occupies two laws, is not comparable to those who can only occupy a fraction of one law.

  The sun **** and the silver moon goddess only show respect to the **** of time and space, and the other gods, these two seldom even say anything.

  Hill can't say more.

  Many things, he simply couldn’t tell Adrian more clearly.

  This world has been hurt.

  The incomplete world is inherently good material for being absorbed by other worlds.

  Neither elves nor dwarves, it seems that they intend to make this world their home.

  Natural consciousness, to put it bluntly, is also part of the will of the world, and innately will beware of these two races.

  So no matter whether he is awake or not, he will not accept people with elven blood as spokespersons for the laws of nature.

  So as the Moon Elf race gradually became the main elven blood, on the contrary, half-elves are more likely to become druids.

  Hill’s bloodline, the blood from the elves is already scarce, and it has been squeezed out by the overbearing earth bear bloodline.

  This is where Hill can awaken so many wood magic arts.

  If there is no blood of the bear of the earth, Hill will be a druid of the beast at best.

   Seeing that Adrian was lost another pile of drawings, Hill, who knew that he would not see much if he stayed here, happily left.

  Flange is obvious, a little anxious.

  Hill felt that it was not just a problem that the construction of this city would be delayed for 3 days.

  Although I don't know what it is, it seems that Flange didn't want to say it.

  Hill planned to go directly back to the cloud house. Continue to watch the battle between the dwarf and William is better than staying here and provoking Fran.

  Fran waved him to leave. Before he left, he said: "No matter what happens to the Mage Association recently, you should not intervene. If there is a chance for revenge, don't be tempted."

  Hill nodded in surprise, glanced at Flange who didn't want to say more, and gently jumped out of the window.

  What happened to the Mage Association? Isn't William still beating the dwarves?

  I shouldn’t have such a good appetite, even the Mage Association beat it up?

  Hill really doesn’t know, who else can hit the Wizards’ Association, it might be unlucky to hit Law Legend.

  Fran doesn’t know him too much. Is he the kind of person who falls into trouble when an annoying person is unlucky?

   Hill curled his lips, well, he is.

  Hill returned to the cloud house with a question mark, and Alice had gone to bed with Merkel bored.

   Hill raised the cloud house to the highest point, and found that the battle on the dwarf side was indeed still going on.

  But it's boring.

  Like the previous siege to defend the noble temple.

  One fight, one defense, the comparison is patience.

  William just sat there, watching the undead’s training soldiers.

  Even the people in the noble temple are sitting under their altar watching the excitement.

I don’t know how they felt when they saw this scene. Hill looked at Dionisio’s face seriously, but the standard indifferent face made him unable to see anything~www.readwn.com~ I looked at it for a while, inexplicably Hill, who felt a little sleepy, decided to get some sleep first.

  In this camp, apart from the unconscious people, probably only Hill and his two cats can sleep peacefully. They don't feel dangerous at all.

  Fran saw the cloud house rising from the defensive cover, and sighed slightly.

   "Teacher? What's the matter?" Adrian couldn't help asking, the mage association's mess, it was just a bit disgusting and troublesome, wouldn't it make his teacher be so entangled?

   "Violet." Fran said blankly, "His Majesty drove them away before leaving, so I didn't care. But after the casting **** is gone, they seem to have come back."

   Adrian walked to him: "Where is it? The magic array will have to wait a while to end, right?"

   "When Spencer was just dealing with chores, he walked to the defensive line and picked up a few birds from outside."

   Adrian almost laughed.

  　Update on time Yo

  (End of this chapter)