Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Hill poured himself a glass of fruit wine, and a big golden wing spread out in front of him beside him, beckoning that he also wanted a glass.

Obviously there is juice on the small table over there.

It seems that this person can smell the wine.

Hill pondered for a moment and poured him a glass of so-called fruit wine. In fact, the kind of multi-flavored fruit juice that even children can't get drunk. This is also a kind of cocktail. There is a slight alcoholic taste in it, but it is actually a little bit. No alcohol at all.

He would not give the Lord of Dawn any chance to cause trouble.

If Ransendel's existence was drunk and crazy here, he could only look at it.

Above the water curtain, the heroic Princess Erebes said with a bad face: "Go and see if there are any traps around. I will bring you here, not watching you act!

Aren’t you the best way to inquire about the news? Isn’t it said that Neverwinter City has no secrets you don’t know? Even the defense of the palace can't stop your dexterous footsteps.

I'm waiting to see you work there!

If I can't find a better one, how could I take someone like you! "

"In this world, can you still find a second kind-hearted wanderer? Beautiful Eribes!" Morrison twisted his body and said with a smile, "Don't be angry about those little money-making ads Well!

Those are all means of making a living, it's better than paying for it!

I am the shadow master of the future!

Musicians in the shadows~"

Hill glanced at Morrison in surprise.

Actually, there are really kind-hearted thiefs who have debuted for a long time! Although he must be chaotic, it is enough to make people surprised.

It seems that there are very few thieves in the kind-hearted camp with a bit of experience.

He is a member of the Hill Territory! If the residents of the small town knew that a thief had lived with them for so long, they would have to fear.

Maybe it's because everyone is a latecomer, and they don't have much supplies with them. People in that large residential area are not very vigilant.

However, it seems that he is a middle-aged thief, and his main job should be to gather intelligence, otherwise it is impossible to maintain a good camp.

Hill tilted his head and smiled. Isn't he a harp scout?

Irebes sneered and said, "Go and work! If the trap is not fixed, if you die inside, you will be a dead musician in the shadows!

Also, you can be selected because you are a master of magic tools and have nothing to do with thieves!

I know how much money you sell for various organ traps!

You just like peeping!

Don't want to be beaten by me, just do things quickly! "

Morrison walked away frustrated.

Sure enough, he has his own means of making a living, so he can maintain the camp, otherwise, the thieves will be killers in another identity.

How could it be possible to maintain a thief's career by selling gossip alone, giving him the hope of being promoted to the master of shadows.

When Morrison was exploring the surroundings, only one female thief was sent from other cities. It was obvious that he was a novice and could only follow Morrison and learn while doing.

Fortunately, there were no complicated traps in the small square in front of the temple, Morrison only cleared a few.

After all, this place used to be one of Baal's most important temples.

Even if Baal’s believers play out the way of murder, they will not take another believer to show their killing skills in front of their Lord God.

Princess Erebes nodded to several leaders in other cities, and walked directly to the temple gate without hesitation.

No **** will set a trap on the door of his temple unless he does not need faith.

At least every **** in Toril welcomes strangers into his temple, and every faith is worth cherishing.

Of course, what you will encounter after entering, you have to see whose temple it is.

Erebes seemed to have more adventurous experience. She left a druid to stay outside. After people in other cities found out, she hurriedly rearranged people.

Two bards and one ranger were left behind.

The bard seemed to be the kind of part-time pastor, but it didn't look like Millier's.

And the ranger's peculiar but light footwork makes people feel that he may also have a part-time job in agility.

Hill hesitantly glanced at the people who entered. They chose to bring all the soldiers in, because they wanted to carry the treasure conveniently?

But entering the place where the undead is manipulated like the Temple of Baal, bards who are part-time priests are more likely to survive than warriors?

It's not about dealing with living people. It requires powerful power. As long as they have enchanted weapons, ordinary people can knock ghosts to death.

Mental resistance is more important!

Hill shook his head, and it seemed that even though the senior officials of the temple knew what was going on, these nobles and city leaders were still kept in the dark.

Also, the Destiny Slate will not be written in such detail, at most there are a few special existences that will be marked.

Marks like the Son of Baal and the Princess of Neverwinter do not specifically refer to anyone.

The gods also have to wait until the beginning to discover where this doomed fate will appear.

Their preparations are not necessarily a few days earlier than Hill.

Seeing the adventurers file in, Aglaia sighed: "We won't be able to see the rest.

This temple still has a master. "

With Baal's previous powerful divine power, what happened in his temple, the entire Toril estimated that only AO could see.

Only when he completely perishes, everything in the temple will be exposed.

Hill nodded and poured her a glass of juice: "We will wait for the result, good or bad."

"What method did you use to make those dragons hide willingly?" Ransendel asked, tilting his head. "The biggest problem in your territory is the little golden dragon. The weakness is too obvious and it's too easy to use.

I thought you had to get involved too!

In which adventure story, should there be a cute little dragon just grown up?

This one here is most suitable for you, a lawful and kind-hearted golden dragon!

I haven't seen such a small one in many years.

With him, the entire Faerun metal dragon had to be drawn in. "

"Actually, Terry understands." Hill said with a smile, "including his parents, they all know that something big must have happened.

But they can't guarantee that they can control their desires.

So after discovering that there was a place where they could spend their time as much as they wanted, they simply went in.

It is a treasure hunt game with some gold and silver jewels inside, which is indeed attractive to the dragon.

Moreover, Terry is not the smallest golden dragon now, the earliest batch of dragon eggs in Bahamut has hatched.

There are several golden dragons in it! "

Hill tried to speak lightly.

The labyrinth array and the mysterious lock are double occlusions, and Ransendel needs a lot of effort to see through, and he will not waste divine power in order to seduce the dragon's gold and silver jewels.

He glanced at the mountains to the south, and felt that the Queen of Yinyue Dragon's family was probably more addicted to the treasure hunting process.

The big peacock who yelled twice said regretfully, "It sounds like an interesting game, and I will make one to play when I go back.

It's a pity, I can't go where you are.

Only you and Aglaia can touch me a little bit. After all, there are relatively few things here.

By the way, Hill, would you mind building a tower of dawn here? "

The big peacock's golden eyes rolled around and asked Hill with a smile.

"Where do you want to build?" Hill asked strangely, "I don't have a suitable place here, right?"

Although the Baojian Mountain Range is very long, it is relatively barren. Hill also sprinkled a lot of seeds from trees in extremely cold regions, but one year was not enough for these small trees to fully grow.

He just optimized the seeds so that they can all grow out, and the natural force in the mystery has made these flowers and trees grow very fast.

All the clearings in Hill Territory, no matter how small, are covered with weeds and wildflowers that do not know where they come from.

Moreover, the highest peak has been occupied by Terry. Hill couldn't choose to let his friend make the place. If Ransendall really wanted to come in, he could only be on the beach, but it was okay, but he didn't necessarily want to be a neighbor with Tyre.

"It's not you here, it's the wasteland behind." Ransendre laughed, "There is a place there that I am interested in."

Hill couldn't help but glanced at the Lord of Dawn. Wouldn't he already have the idea of ​​‘Loshanda’ at this time?

"Is it the ruins on the wasteland behind?" Hill said calmly, "then you don't need to ask me, I never care about things beyond my control."

"Are you not planning to expand your sphere of influence?" Ransendel's eyes widened. "Even the gods hope to spread their theocratic sphere and get back more clergy!

Aglaia is already the sea **** recognized here in Jianwan, don't you plan to let her name resound throughout Toriel?

Although the sailors here will indeed spread the name of Aglaia throughout the world, the result of being too slow is that only the ocean can hear her name.

There will even be many careerists who rob her of theocratic power. On other continents, there seems to be Poseidon~www.readwn.com~ but the strength is not as good as Ambori. He didn't dare to leave his own continent at all.

Aglaia can't be inferior to that sea with deterrent power! "

Hill couldn't help but bit his cheek. This kind of thing, as a god, can you talk to anyone other than your believer at will?

Moreover, you gods, are they called Ambori kelp when chatting?

"Everything must be done according to your ability." Hill suppressed his helplessness and replied simply, "When you don't start, you must consider whether there is a chance of failure, what consequences will it cause if you fail, and yourself. Can you bear the consequences?

Only if you can afford it can you bet.

No, that is called death. "

Ransendre lay down on the chair thoughtfully, letting the chair wander around in the air, the beautiful big golden tail trembling briskly in mid-air, occasionally opening a screen.

Aglaia watched it secretly a few times, and the golden peacock's screen was really beautiful.