Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Hill glanced at the sky, and the dawn was coming soon.

"As soon as the dawn comes up, you will attack the winter goddess." He told Alice, "Just hit it, it doesn't matter if you die."

"There are no attack spells in the ball." Alice was a little embarrassed. "It seems to have used too much in the front. I am too excited. I will pay attention next time."

"It's okay, there are oil paintings." Hill pointed to the huge oil painting hanging behind him. "He will directly attack you."

Generally speaking, being able to become a divine tool actually has a strong spirituality and can already think independently.

It's just that most artifacts are not interested in communicating with the outside world.

But if it is someone who doesn't agree with them, dare to touch them, basically it will only create a disaster.

Hill's artifact oil painting is very kind. If Hill has any reasonable request, he will follow it.

Probably because of the relationship that created his divine power to have a good impression of Hill.

The Ring of Winter in Hill's hand is not good. Although he is polite to Hill, he must be controlled by himself. It is impossible for him to attack himself as soon as he talks to the oil painting.

That is another price.

As for the Supreme Good Rune, this kind of single-function artifact seldom has the flow of thinking. Even if he is spiritual, he will not show any performance. Moreover, Hill has never used him, and he has not used him in the face of evil devil. Dissatisfied.

Alice nodded in satisfaction. She was actually a bit hostile to the Winter Goddess.

It may be because Aglaia actually controls a part of Trashir's ice law, and is working hard to occupy all of the relationship.

If Trashir couldn't give birth to an ice **** before she succeeded, then it would depend on whether Aglaia would go out with a god.

Alice, in fact, has regarded these gods that are in conflict with the priesthood of Aglaia as enemies.

On the contrary, it was Hill, because he knew their existence a long time ago, so he didn't think there was anything wrong.

But for Hill, what he didn't understand the most was whether the relationship between Alice and Aglaia was good or bad. They would fight when they met, and they would always quarrel in the air.

Not making trouble with each other is the only thing Hill hopes for them, but it doesn't seem to be the case now.

Hill sighed lightly. Don't think about his straight male thinking. The relationship between women is too complicated, whether they are mature or not.

Hill waited quietly, the meteor shower had ended, and the two below seemed to have regained their close relationship and began to attack Hill's defensive circle again.

But the winter goddess Oona no longer leaned on the Storm Lord Luos, but slashed feebly at a distance of ten meters away.

Hill felt that she finally figured it out. If she really grabs the Ring of Winter, this Rose will not give her the ring.

Obviously there are only wind and thunder elements, and Rose still chose to **** part of the priesthood of the goddess of winter, and Hill suspected it was cold wind or something.

So if he had the Ring of Winter that could control ice and snow, wouldn't Roth even grab the ice and snow priesthood?

Luos and Talos of his body are actually exactly the same, possessing endless greed.

Nothing can override the power he controls.

That Luos attacked very seriously, the thunder shining on his hammer, much more serious than before the hunter was killed.

At least Liszt felt a little pressure, and went down to look at the stock of spar.

Probably before these evil gods really felt that before the defensive circle was broken, Hill would go out and take a look.

After all, that Amber's body has been lying on the edge of the magic circle, and many people can't help but walk up close to see their results.

It's a pity that Hill had long suspected that the enemy had been mixed into his circle, how could he be so stupid to go out and die.

Knowing that there is danger, but also to show their strength, that is the fault of Cthulhu, normal mages will not be so boring.

A few days after the dust settled, he walked out of the magic tower and observed it. That was the operation of the mage.

However, if it were the hunter, Hill didn't think he would be easily killed.

The general legendary mage, although the body is not as strong as the legendary knight, but it is enough to reach the body of the sky knight.

It's just that there is no training in martial arts, and it is of no use except for being strong.

Just like Adrian, who always called the mage to be fragile and weak, he was actually much better than an ordinary knight.

Just think of the undead who can fight with their companions to know how strong the elemental body is. They don't have any professions when they fight.

Hill felt that they would send the hunters out to deal with him, probably treating Hill as an ordinary legendary mage.

But now Hill, with a thick skin, even with a legendary weapon, if only a flat cut, he wouldn't even have a white seal. The hunter was obviously planning to assassinate Hill by relying on his claws, probably except for a few nails that broke directly, and there was no other result.

Hill slowly sketched the source of the black hand behind the scenes, obviously from the previous world, and did not know that Hill was a warlock.

The physical quality of the warlock is stronger than that of the wizard, and the hunter will be more vigilant towards the warlock.

With his temper of escaping three thousand miles in case of trouble, he probably wouldn't venture into the defensive circle.

Alice suddenly sat upright, and Hill glanced at the sky, and sure enough, the night sky had begun to fade.

Hill felt that Alice was getting closer and closer to the sun, very sensitive to sunrise and sunset.

He pinched the talisman and stared at Ross below.

Alice raised her head and glanced, she also took out the same talisman from her chest, and pressed it against the window with the tip of her claw.

She just likes the refreshing feeling to swing the ball with her paws, rather than being unable to manipulate it with mental power.

At the dawn, the crystal ball behind Alice directly slammed into the goddess of winter.

The fast spinning fine gold ball hit her head almost instantly, and the Winter Goddess screamed and quickly retreated.

Hill suppressed his desire to laugh, and pointed the talisman at Rose who looked back in panic.

The winter goddess actually kept most of his defenses on her face, but she didn't expect Alice to hit her forehead this time.

Ross actually reacted to Hill’s attack, but even if he used the Thunder Guard with all his strength to turn himself into a lightning giant, it was useless. The Supreme Rune was a probability artifact. As long as he was hit, no matter how he defended it, it was useless. .

Seeing Ross screaming and being dragged directly to the ground, the Winter Goddess turned and scurried away holding a small piece of her head, but unfortunately she was still beaten to the evil by the long-awaited oil painting, and completely paralyzed to the ground.

"Do you want to kill her completely?" Alice's fine gold ball was flying in the air, and her eagerness to try made Hill a little worried.

If it was the previous Alice, she would never want to take the opportunity to kill all enemies. She really changed too much during the time she was out with Merkel.

In fact, Hill can sometimes understand why Merkel would feel relieved to go to retreat by herself this time. Although Alice is a lot lazy here, it can be seen that she has learned a lot of methods in the past few years. Not that soft anymore.

This is the inferior nature of most men. Even a male leopard can't get rid of this stupidity. When women are not tough enough, they hope that they will learn to be independent. When the women are really strong, they will naturally take back the love and pity of the past. went.

Even if these toughness are just for the toughness he pretends to be, it's the same.

Hill smiled: "For the face of the Ring of Winter, don't embarrass the Frost Girl who looks outside.

The existence of Luos has already made her very embarrassed, so don't do it too much. "

Alice nodded, the talisman on her fingertips lighted slightly, and the winter girl was dragged into the ground. When she could struggle out, the world should have an end soon.

"Sir, what about the corpse outside?" Liszt asked softly.

Hill glanced at it. The place where Amber was located had long been smashed by a meteorite burning with flames. If it hadn't been for her, even if she had fallen, she would have been surrounded by sea water, and that place would have been completely burned.

"Where is that fake leopard?" Alice asked.

"That is the trophy of Slaughter Vine. He has found a place under the magic tower to absorb it." Liszt bent down and replied.

"Don't worry, give the beast outside a chance." Hill replied faintly, "It's already cooked anyway.

Even if there is still residue, those big trees can still absorb it. "

He raised his hand, incurred a gust of wind, sent a large number of sunflower seeds over, and used the blessing of nature with most of his strength.

Although the nearby flowers and trees violated the laws of nature, they instantly grew up in the ice and snow, with lush green leaves and bright flowers.

But even if this Poseidon is only a false god, the supernatural power exuded is enough to make these plants no longer afraid of the cold~www.readwn.com~ Hill planted some thorn bushes over there, no matter what happens, from the magic tower I can't see it here either.

He didn't intend to touch Amber's corpse at all. What he destroyed was only the incarnation of the law, and the law itself was okay. If the opponent was strong, it would be easy to condense a similar existence.

So Hill, would rather let the corpse be eaten by a beast than plan to bring it back for research.

Alice relaxed and found the sofa to lie down. She felt that she did a good job today and she needed to reward herself for relaxing.

Hill turned his head and said to Liszt, "No wonder my grandfather always felt that I was not a real alchemist, and I was indeed very different from a wizard."

Liszt couldn't help laughing.

Adrian's adventurous spirit is stronger than Hill, and if Fran is here, he will never allow himself to give up the corpse of a god, even if there are sequelae, he has to study it.

Hill is a spoiled child, he actually doesn't want to use the corpse for research.