Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

There was a wave of divine power outside, and Hill received William's letter and stood on the terrace.

Lynn had opened the control core of the Time and Space God with the help of Martha, and golden light spread in the town.

Only bypassed the two temples and the harpist's building.

Aglaia put a little more, in addition to his main temple, the outside square, including the two small rooms where passers-by were allowed to spend the night, gave up the management rights.

She should have considered that a place that allows the people of Faerun Continent to enter at will is not suitable to prevent the undead from entering, so leave the power of surveillance to the **** of time and space. Aglaia is not interested in coming forward to deal with it at any time. A farce that can break out.

This is also a common method used by allies of the Time and Space Gods. They cannot prevent the undead from appearing near their temples, but they can let the Time and Space Gods directly deal with their violations.

No one wants to supervise the actions of the undead on their own. It requires not only patience, but more importantly enough reason.

Even the Silver Moon Goddess, who is most interested in the undead, has also honestly stretched the distance.

Hill could understand Lynn's practice of not caring about the dispersal of his power. A group of elves who could mix with the scariest blazing angel in his mouth would definitely not want to be the manager of these guys.

Lynn didn't think as simple as Hill. After listening to Martha, he was really interested in this core that could help manage the city.

He just wanted to! With so many laws and regulations in Trahill, people with good memory must have big heads, how can ordinary people remember them.

It turns out that there is such a good way to remind managers before troubles arise.

Moreover, if it is an accidental violation, you can still get a reminder. This is really suitable for elves who don't like to use their brains!

It can't be said that the elves don't use their brains. Lynn pondered. It's just that the elves' thinking is too leaping, and it is easy to get into the horns.

Your own heads are prone to conflicts, so no wonder they are so contradictory in doing things!

As for the old antiques on Yongju Island, they actually lived too long, except for the Elf Throne.

In fact, all the **** elves have gone to be the navy, and the rest are a group of fools who lie to themselves!

Lynn picked up the pen. Since the Elf arrived at Yongju Island, the fertility rate has dropped again, and there are only a dozen cousins ​​of his generation left, except for the few crazy people who participated in the Elf Crusade. All of them entered the navy in accordance with family traditions.

If it were before, he wouldn't have opened his mouth to invite people from his clan to come over. Life in the navy is pretty good, and in all political struggles, the clan can maintain neutrality. This is the duty and right of soldiers.

Even chaotic elves can adhere to this principle.

And Lynn has been worrying about how to balance the relationship between the Elven Crusaders and the original town residents these days. In terms of the strength of that group of elves, even the Silver Shield Knights next to them are not much stronger than them.

Toriel's fairness can only be found on equal strengths, and ordinary people have to step back innately.

As long as they don't hurt their lives at will, ordinary people are also used to that kind of life in hiding.

But Lynn didn't want the residents of Aglaia, who had always been in a harmonious relationship, to become as trembling as those in the big cities. He always felt that the comfortable life of the residents of Silvermoon City was what he yearned for.

So Lynn has been struggling, how to discuss with the Elven Crusaders the basic principles of being friendly with humans in the town.

It's all right now, there is no need for him to have a headache at all.

Lynn almost didn't think much about it, so he accepted Martha's suggestion and directly opened the core of management.

These original undead guys who were renamed by Corylon as ‘Trashir Elves’, no matter what, Lynn was quite willing to believe that Corylon would never sacrifice his loyal followers.

Moreover, for the elves of Toril, although there are many rules, Corellon recognized them. Unless something is particularly dissatisfied with them, the elves are still willing to obey Corellon's will.

Lynn's eyes were shining with letters of invitation, and it would be better for the entire Gal family to come.

The blessings of the elven gods to the Crusaders should have spread to Yongju Island. The group of guys must have been hit hard, as long as you think about it, Lynn feels happy.

Yongju Island is still where the Elven King Court is located, but its position as the center of politics and power has since been discounted.

The small town of Aglaia will be the place where the elves yearn for.

Lynn felt that he might become the Archon of Aglaia City in a few years.

In that case, the future city of Aglaia should also have its own navy!

Lynn meticulously wrote a letter to the patriarch. Although his grandmother might not abandon the Elf Royal Navy, eggs can't be put in a basket, right?

What if the Elf Queen loses in the fight?

Although his grandmother remained neutral in the political struggle, Lynn knew very well that after his mother was expelled from Yongju Island, Admiral Garr’s **** was already a bit crooked.

Lynn wrote the letter happily. He believed that Hill definitely had the ability to create a fleet that was much stronger than the Yongju Island Naval Fleet. As for the specific drawings of the Elf Giant Ship, hey! Corylon doesn't know what!

Hill didn't know that his friend had fallen into crazy fantasies at the moment, and he had planned the direction of burning money for him in advance.

He returned to the study and gently opened the beautiful little box.

The first thing I saw was hundreds of small bags and a letter on the top of the small bag.

Hill opened the letter, and Alice's somewhat jumpy handwriting appeared before her eyes:

Dear Father Hill!

I really miss you so much!

I heard the undead say that they are going to your world soon. Actually, I want to go there too, but Alice is also a queen now!

I also have loyal and flattering subordinates, and some suitors who surround me every day.

Listening to these words every day, I seem to understand why Merkel became stupid afterwards.

If it weren't for nature to tell me they are lying every day, so many beautiful words are enough to make me feel that I am omnipotent in the sky and the earth!

Power is really a double-edged sword!

Papa Hill! I don't know how long I will like this kind of life, but I still want to know if I can hold on to myself in this kind of life.

There are certain things that you only know how to choose if you have experienced it yourself.

The only regret is that I cannot get to you.

I enclose some special plants in this world. I think you must have known it from the undead. Quinns is a very fun world.

In addition to normal plants, humans and animals often fall into self-conflict and some inexplicable entanglements.

The undead are not very comfortable with the life here. Although they look chaotic, they actually have a criterion that they never want to violate.

That's a philosophy that has been instilled since childhood, and most people can stick to it.

Moreover, even those who do damage, actually have some ideas, even if it is for temporary happiness, that is also a choice.

I know what I want to do, even if it is evil, it is actually in order.

I think it seems that William just hopes that Salar will become like this in the future.

Quinnes is not good here, I think they are like the memory of the fish that the undead said, no matter what happened 7 seconds ago, the decision just made can be changed instantly.

People are still being saved in the front, but they will be killed directly in the back.

So Father Hill can rest assured that although there are many suitors here, I will never be tempted.

This is a world where there is no marriage, and the relationship between men and women is not as long as a rabbit.

But it's fun, really, Father Hill, it's so fun, every day is like watching absurd comedies.

It was the first time I saw a world, and the undead wanted to finish things earlier and leave sooner.

But it may also be due to the focus on the same species. The plants here are comprehensive, and the species hundreds of thousands of years ago are living very well.

I have collected a lot, some of which are even mentioned in Dad Hill’s book of plants. I think Dad will really like the species that Trahill has disappeared.

Then there are some very beautiful gems.

I have compared those in the jewellery box that Hill’s father gave me, and they are not the same category.

I don’t know the difference between these gems, but for Father Hill, as long as there are enough numbers to analyze the structure, right?

I hope these can be used. If it doesn't work, my father will tell the undead, and I will collect it for you.

As a queen, wanting more and bigger gems is justified in this world.

Although the undead didn't want to stay permanently in Quinns, there were always people who came to see it after a while.

Especially the members of the "Young Master" family. I heard the undead say that they are all artists, and they like to come to Quinns to watch these natural dramas. It seems to inspire them.

Although I don't understand why absurdity represents art, it's not bad that someone can help me deliver the letter.

Hill father, UU reading www.uukanshu. com, please don't forget Alice!

In addition, Dad, please use this box when returning gifts. I like it very much.

Hill sighed after reading this letter, not knowing what to say.

Alice would make this kind of decision, and he seemed to understand that cats are actually very realistic creatures. They just look at them and don't think about the results. They just do it.

If a cat is meditating in front of its prey, she is not thinking about whether or not to move its paws, but which paw to move first.

But at least, Hill won't worry about Alice anymore, and Quinnes is quite suitable for her changing temperament.

There was another noise outside, and Hill turned his head to call Liszt and asked what had happened.

"Sir." Liszt said with a smile, "The time and space artifact has been connected to the control core of the town, and the undead can start to take over the task."

Hill hesitated, but couldn't help but walked to the terrace to watch.