Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Hill knew that what he needed now was a map.

Then try to find a way to the seaside. Since the clone of Aglea followed him to Faerun, he couldn't make a trip in vain.

Maybe the name of God can be erected before this clone disappears!

Hill is still a bit worried about bullying other gods, but that offshore goddess, Hill feels that he can handle it.

Hill chatted with Big Tree one after another, only to get bad news in the end.

This is a very cold mountain. Winter lasts for a long time. Even such a tall tree can only stay awake for half a year.

And there are dragons.

Although the color of the big tree is not clear, at least one can be sure of more than one.

Hill sighed softly in the very cold northern mountains with the dragon's lair. Wouldn't he be in the Nether Mountains?

He cheered up and asked the tree carefully, and finally determined his position.

Although he fell near the dragon's lair, these blue dragons had just fought and lost many of their men. There were no patrolling hobgoblins in the fringe area where Hill was.

Hill remembers this blue dragon family called ‘Blood of Moremi’.

This is the largest dragon lair near the Silver Moon Alliance. There were originally six blue dragons.

He remembered that two young couples killed his own father and drove away his own mother.

It seems that he had fought with the followers of the abuse goddess Lauvita because of something.

Of course, the most important reason Hill will remember this group of dragons is that they created the dragon-veined hobgoblins.

Bored people always focus on this subtle place.

It did leave some benefits to the current self. At least Hill could confirm his position. Now, as long as he goes south, he can reach the Silver Moon Alliance.

It seemed that the battle between them and Lauvita's monastery was over, but it made Hill a lot of convenience.

Although not afraid of these dragons, Hill didn't like trouble.

After confirming the direction, he bid farewell to the tree who helped him, and ran to the south without looking back after giving the gift.

In Faerun, what place is more suitable for Hill than Silvermoon City?

As a result of the blue dragon going crazy here, Hill also remembered that he went to the orc.

And Silvermoon City is almost a paradise for wizards, of course, it must be rich.

If you don't have money, you can only count on yourself to be extremely talented. The Supreme Lady Alastra likes to help talented young people.

Although Hill didn't have Ferran's money, he brought a lot of pure gold bars.

As long as he thinks about the knowledge that can be bought with money, he jumps and shuttles among the branches excitedly.

When moving, Hill could feel the faint dragon pressure.

Hill didn't feel any danger at all.

The ordinary dragon race really didn't have any pressure for him, and even Lingjue hadn't issued any warning.

Sure enough, he encountered the Primordial Red Dragon and the two dragon kings as soon as he got started, which made him misjudge the dragon clan.

Hill quickly left the blue dragon's territory and bypassed the ruined fortress.

He still couldn't help but glanced, but now the ordinary hobgoblins stood guard.

After finally confirming the height of the hobgoblin, Hill looked back at the direction of the cave in a puzzled way.

Although I have long heard of dragons, as long as they are female, the gap is too big, right?

Hill opened the wings of wind and thunder and flew into the sky, looking around.

The place where he came out was on the edge of the desert, that should be flying westward again.

Sure enough, he didn't fly long before he saw the first small town.

Hill, who hadn't wanted to stop, saw a large number of half-elves in the town below, he couldn't help but fell directly into his heart.

It's very close to the Supreme Forest, maybe you can hear some news.

However, before falling down, you must first convert the crystal flower coat into a traditional mage robe, the kind of undead. Although it is convenient to move, it is too abrupt here.

Hill only hoped that the few gods of love and beauty, who have seen more of the undead girls' refreshing robes and beautiful dresses, can spread them after they come back, otherwise Hill will not be used to this spacious big robe.

People in the Silver Moon Alliance have long been accustomed to the flying wizards, and not many people are curious about Hill's appearance.

Of course, the attitude of respect is always there.

Fei Lun’s legal profession has not experienced a blow, and he is still Falun now!

Hill strolled in this small town called Cuelva and observed the higher-level professionals. They seemed to like to go to a tavern.

Hill felt the friendly and peaceful atmosphere of this forest town, and couldn't help but walked into the lively Minglu Tavern.

"Hey~ outsider, would you like a drink?" Hill received a cheerful greeting as soon as he walked in.

"I only drink fruit wine." Hill replied casually, sitting down to the last empty table quickly.

Here are all professionals dominated by rangers, and no one will make fun of him for not drinking strong alcohol.

However, there was still a loud noise from the tavern, and many people stomped their feet and toasted.

"Haha! I said, when you grow up like this, you must be a half-elf!" a half-elf wearing elf leather armor shouted cheerfully, "The person who loses the bet will pay the money!"

"Did he admit it? It's not normal for a mage to speak Elvish!" a human warrior exclaimed dissatisfiedly.

"Don't struggle, Tyne, his language is a typical golden elven language, which is not what the mage learns." The bartender who asked Hill at the beginning brought a tray to Hill and brought him a glass of pure golden wine.

"Dear Master, please forgive us for our boredom. The summer is about to end, and we will spend the year safely after the heavy snow has closed the mountain.

They are all a little overexcited. "The bartender smiled and talked to Hill in Elvish language, "Did the sir just leave the forest?" Don't know how your lingua franca is used? "

Hill blinked and slowly replied, "It's not bad. Is there anything I can eat?" He changed to the lingua franca himself.

"Your way of speaking is too classical." The bartender shook his head, "It's okay to communicate with the mage. It may sound a little difficult for ordinary people.

The elders of your family haven't been out for a long time, right? I remember this was the preferred term in the Nether era. "

Hill nodded silently: According to Faerun's time calculation, the Elf God King and the others seemed to be old antiques a long time ago.

"Are you planning to go to Silvermoon City?" The bartender said heartily, "Wait, I'll go and get you one of our most famous signature meals here."

"Please call me Hill." Hill thought for a while and smiled to the bartender who was very friendly.

"I'm Lynn." The bartender who was about to walk to the bar replied loudly, "It's a chanter!"

Followers of Miril, the **** of singing!

It seems that this is a bard who is a part-time priest.

Soon, Lynn came out with a large iron plate: on the left are two seafood hot dogs, which are mixed with seafood and cheese sauce and then filled into hot dog buns.

In the middle is the salty lamb chops stacked into a hill.

On the right are sausages and a few large meatballs. There is a lot of mashed potatoes under the sausage.

"Try it!" Lynn put the big iron plate in front of Hill all at once, "This is our family's signature meal! There is no Silvermoon City! Many people come for this far!"

A loud laugh came from the side: "Lynn! I've blown my head too far! One day the chef of Silvermoon City will find you and you will be over!"

Hill laughed and pointed to the opposite seat: "Let's chat with me! I really don't know anything when I came here for the first time. Order what you want to drink, and I will treat you."

Lynn nodded in satisfaction, and went back to drink himself a glass of wine.

Hill could feel that what he was holding was not expensive wine, after all, many rangers sitting around were drinking this.

"This is Acquavit." Lynn smiled and said to Hill, "It's too cold in the north! I'm used to drinking this kind of spirit after a long time. You are not used to it now, don't drink it if others encourage it! This wine is really It's so strong that even those dwarfs can fall down."

Hill couldn't help but shook his head and smiled: "I'm a mage, it's impossible to drink strong alcohol."

Then there came crazy laughter, and some people even whistled and stomped.

Hill is a bit inexplicable, the mage is not allowed to drink! Is it the same no matter which world?

"They're not laughing at you." Lynn sighed. "You look like an academic school. I don't know what a wild mage is like. They say they can't even release fire magic if they don't drink.

They are happy, because next time they team up with the wizard to go out on patrol, they can satirize those guys. "

Hill blinked, not knowing what to say.

It's normal for a mage to drink alcohol secretly, but drinking it to the point where even the rangers look down on it is too depraved.

"Mage, why did you come in?" The half-elf who circled around and collected the money jumped over. "Those guys are all bought by people to drink, and they never want to sit in."

"But this was originally a place to drink and eat." Hill said flatly, "Of course I walk in to eat if I'm hungry."

"Eh~" Half-elf laughed, "Don't be angry~ It's rare that there will be a wizard willing to enter the place where the ranger warrior is staying. Didn't your elders say anything?"

Hill raised his eyes and glanced at him: "The nobility of a mage lies in his heart, not in who he sits with for dinner."

He showed a sharp smile, and a cloud of thunder was condensed on his finger: "The truth is within the range, isn't it?"

The half-elf smirked and stepped back: "Sorry, sorry! I won't interrupt your chat anymore."

"Can you put that stuff away?" Lynn was standing beside him with his wine glass ~www.readwn.com~ and dare not sit down, "I always think it will explode in my face!

Your mage level must be very high. "

Hill nodded reservedly: "Not bad."

He picked up the knife and fork and started to eat slowly. With such a graceful attitude, Lynn couldn't help sighing: "Did you grow up with a full set of elf education?"

"No, my paternal line is a nobleman." Hill replied after taking a mouthful of sausage. "Is this venison? It tastes really good."

"Yes, our specialty here." Lynn replied with a smile, "buy more if you like it. Silvermoon City is full of spices and the meat is gone."

Hill thought for a while and asked, "Can I make a circle?"

Ask for a monthly pass~

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