Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Lynn packed up and took his cousins ​​on the boat, Aglaia appeared in the air, singing blessings softly.

A statue of a young girl in a sky-length dress stood on the bow of the boat with the exquisite ball in both hands.

Although there are not many wind rules in Aglaia's control, it can only increase or decrease the speed of the ship a little, but for Lynn, defense is more important.

The white clouds that appeared around the magic ship enveloped the skirt corners of the girl statue's feet like clouds.

These clouds and water layers can at least guarantee that the ship will not be directly smashed in mid-air.

Hill watched the magic ship go away, clasping his hands, and blessing Lynn could return safely.

He couldn't say anything else, the fate of Mis Zhuonuo was actually doomed, all they could do was save the survivors.

Lynn had actually received the message he had given, and when they arrived at Miszono, they probably only had time to clean up the mess, and by the way fight with the subordinates of the great arcanists who survived.

The great arcanists certainly wouldn't die much, but the first reaction of those who survived was definitely to rush to the color-resistant scroll in the sorcerer tower.

For this matter, even the Ghost City that had guarded them for thousands of years was sacrificed, and they would never give up the color-resistant scroll.

When the harpist heard the news again, Hill estimated that Lynn had just flown halfway.

The person who was reporting the news by the harpist stood at the door of the building with agitated expression and waved a hand vigorously in the air.

This is completely different from people who died because of the plague.

Faerun Continent, there is rarely a war where so many high-level professionals have died.

The Great Arcanists of Ghost City tried to control Mis Zhuno’s locks. In a frantic battle, Ghost City crashed on Mis Zhuno, razing both cities to the ground.

No one knows how many great arcanists have died, but the queen Isavier seems to have survived, bringing some of the survivors back to their original settlement at Seberholm.

Hill didn't ask about Lynn, how could he turn his head back!

There are still two demon legions in the underground ruins of Mis Zhuonuo. Even if there are only corpses left, they have to find all those elves.

There are not many members of the Elf Crusade, but if they still live in the woods according to their old habits, they might survive more.

Hilt confirmed with the harpist again, and the demon goblins returned to their original place.

They did not take the elves with them.

It may be that misfortune happened suddenly, so that they could only flee desperately, but the practice of directly giving up their allies also made most people unable to agree.

Hill looked at the indignant members of the harp. Compared with the fairies who rarely deal with these big forces, the harp has never lacked elves. Even the human members will only speak from the standpoint of the elves at this time.

But for those demons and elves, they are only temporary allies, and they are not the elves that they smashed. How could they not save their clan at this time.

Hill sighed.

It stands to reason that these elven crusaders came to die for the glory of elves, but Yongju Island might not take them back.

Races that have lived too long have more rules than feelings.

Hill hesitated for a while, but flew into the large forest on the north side of the town.

He has been reluctant to expand his territory to the forest, because these places are likely to hide some elves or tree demons who don't like to deal with humans.

Hill looked back at the southeast, and based on what he knew about Lynn, he would choose to bring these elves here.

Hill’s port allows the elves’ giant ships to dock and pick up the decadent crusaders that may have been hit.

And those who can't go back.

Hill found a clearing in the forest, and spoke softly: "Some brothers and sisters from Yongju Island, for the sake of blood and honor, sacrificed to Mis Zhuonuo.

If you die, you can't go back, and the soul doesn't know whether it has a home.

I hope to build a place to sleep for them here, and I hope Corellon's eyes can follow their souls. "

The big trees around the clearing suddenly and slowly withdrew partly, leaving only the pine, cypress and oak trees. The sunlight pierced through the branches, filling the place with a warm atmosphere.

Hill bowed gently.

Sure enough, there are some elven druids deep in the forest.

Hill guessed that this was the reason that Pastor Meilikai, who had wanted to come to preach, gave up coming to the small town of Aglaia.

In such a large forest, there is no green dragon stationed there, so there must be strong people who can discourage these dragons.

Hill once suspected that there were powerful treants and treants, but as the town became more and more prosperous, those gazes made him determine that it should be a druid.

For this kind of druids who don't have contact with the outside world, Hill is a little worried that they follow the primitive sect, that is, the kind that can't even open up farmland.

Otherwise, he will not directly refuse the request of the town residents for farmland.

He has always been qualified to open up the wasteland near the town, which is the innate power of every confirmed territory.

However, judging from today’s reaction, although these elven druids are retreating from the world, they seem to believe in the road of the goddess of the earth. In their own body, they can maintain the road of the earth, picking and planting and even constructing some needed buildings in the woods. , But you can't hurt these plants that can grow naturally.

They also still identify with their elves and are willing to accept these poor and respectable brothers and sisters.

Hill didn't look up, and put away his curiosity. He didn't plan to observe which one these elves belonged to.

Even wood elves who hate humans have given their kindness.

Hill is willing to respect their traditions.

He moved his fingers slightly, and then stopped. There are some things to leave for the survivors who are sad and painful.

Hill just transplanted a windbell tree in the center of the cemetery.

Trees full of silver bells sang in the wind, as if a long-lost hometown was singing a lullaby gently.

When Hill returned to the town, he found that the few elves who had settled here, rarely walked out the door, surrounded the harpist excitedly to inquire about the news.

Although many elves did not approve of the crusade's approach, no one expected that Mis Zrano would be destroyed so quickly.

Therefore, a part of the elves who ventured in the Faerun Continent all went to that city. After all, it was the glorious city in the memory of the elves, and curiosity was inevitable.

It seems that although these elves have honestly hid themselves, their relatives and friends still went to Mis Zhuonuo.

Unlike the powerful Elf Crusaders above level 15 in general, it is difficult for these ordinary elves to survive such a big impact.

Hill turned his head helplessly, hoping that some vigilant people would leave Mis Zhuonuo after discovering the movement of Ghost City.

But humans and other races may do it, but the elves may choose to stay and fight because of that arrogance and kinship.

What the Ghost City did this time was the beginning of their true transformation into all the elven enemies.

The elves probably also started from this time, completely involved in the chase of the color-resistant scroll.

It's just that they might even want to ruin it.

No matter how stubborn and conservative the elven aristocrats of Yongju Island are, this incident is indeed the reason why many elves choose to return to the mainland.

Revenge on these ghosts is the only thing they want to do.

Although Hill was prepared for the worst, he still hoped that these elves could finally return to their relatives on Yongju Island.

However, when he saw the magic ship returning half a month later, he knew that hope was shattered.

A large number of elves standing on the deck have desperate expressions on their faces.

There are dozens of white wooden coffins in front of them.

Judging from the obvious divine power fluctuations on the wooden coffin, these elves chose to tear down the outer wall of Mis Zonori's dilapidated elven temple.

This is indeed the best place to sleep for the elves, sleeping peacefully in the arms of their beloved gods.

Life is long enough so that the elves are not afraid of death, and can smile and wish their friends a long sleep. Normally, these elves will only be filled with vengeance, not such despair.

Yongju Island must have refused their request to bring these dead elves back.

Hill flew to the bow and said softly, "Come with me! There is a place suitable for long sleep."

The magic ship followed Hill around the town, and landed directly on the clearing.

The elves looked at the warm green land under the sun and listened to the crisp wind bells, and suddenly wept bitterly.

Hill stood quietly under an oak tree outside, silently watching them dig into graves one by one in grief and pain.

The elves did not separate their comrades according to the family according to the past tradition, but set aside the position of each team according to the number of the team.

Then buried his team's comrades in their place.

It seems that these elven crusaders have given up the idea of ​​returning to Yongju Island, and they plan to wait until they fall asleep and return here to accompany their comrades in arms.

Lynn accompanied his cousins ​​to bury their friends with a sad but complicated expression.

He glanced at Hill~www.readwn.com~, turned and walked over.

"Hill...I..."

"Of course the elves can choose to stay with me." Hill raised his hand to stop him from speaking incoherently. "Otherwise I would not choose the cemetery here, but I would have liked to not use it."

"Neither did I expect." Lynn replied softly, "There are many children of great nobles here. Although they are not good children, they have bullied me...

But I still don't want to see this result.

The news of Yongju Island's rejection of their return came, and everyone was about to fall apart. "

"Queen..." Hill asked tentatively.

"Of course the queen would agree, but it was blocked by the noble council." Lynn said indifferently. "In order to prevent the queen from bringing the children who died outside to Yongju Island for burial, they didn't even plan to have their own children. Take care of it."

Hill was silent, this is a political struggle, there is no humanity at all.