Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

The undead walked out of the town from the east gate one after another, looking like they were planning to open up wasteland.

Hill couldn't help asking Liszt: "They are going to expand? For the undead, don't you need such a big place?"

"Kerylon should have determined that those elves who are unwilling to go to Yongju Island will want to come and settle here." Liszt replied, "The area of ​​the town is too small.

He announced the task of expanding the small town of Aglaia. But it also requires the planting of various flowers and trees.

The forest next to it had to be included, and the group of wood elf druids had agreed.

We have all seen the construction drawings of the city, and the panorama has been completed. I suspect that William helped him make it, which is a bit familiar.

Mr. Lynn felt that he was planning to build a city of elves here.

But Corellon can do whatever he wants. Mr. Lynn said that we can cooperate. Anyway, Corellon will pay for it.

Other forces will not oppose it, even the most affected Deepwater City will not be able to speak.

No one on the northern continent can stop the idea of ​​the father of the elves, and no one can discuss with the elves what it means to come first. "

Hill nodded.

Anyway, he intends to be a hand-off shopkeeper, so Corylon can do whatever he wants!

The position of the city lord is all right for him, but no one can do it except him.

As for the elven queen on Yongju Island, Hill knew very well that if she ever returned to the mainland, it must be the day when the Supreme Forest returned to the hand of the elves.

She couldn't go anywhere else.

Although he didn't know Lynn's ambition, Hill also set his sights on the harbor.

The undead can be built, but it is impossible for them to manage.

Hill remembers Lynn saying that his cousins ​​are all from the Navy family?

"Liszt." Hill instructed softly, "Talk to Lynn that the port needs to start to be under the management of the mayor's mansion. I have built both the lighthouse and the port management center, and he only needs to arrange for people to go in.

Since the undead have been greeted, there will definitely be other ships trying to stay. Our position here is actually very good, but it is more dangerous.

It doesn't need a lot of people. Most of our caravans should still be afraid to come. It is estimated that most of them are elves. "

"Sir." Liszt couldn't help asking, "Does the port still have requirements for the camp?"

"Of course." Hill laughed, "I don't want to make money. The port is not intended to be open to everyone, and ships and people of the evil camp cannot enter.

The time and space artifact must still only detect evil and will not affect people in other camps. "

Liszt nodded, and went to coordinate with Lynn.

The real-time sky god’s town control core is really easy to use. It knows exactly what is happening in the whole city, and the city lord can do nothing.

Of course, the city owner must at least ensure that his strength is not bad, and he must be careful to assassinate.

But at least there will be a lot less backstabs in your own city.

The only problem is that the **** of time and space will also be very clear.

It's okay for Hill to have a floating castle, and the ordinary noble lords of Salar will be very troubled.

Of course, William couldn't see the affairs of their home, but whoever came to their home, William would know everything.

Those who don't care about those who are known by William and who are more open-minded will enjoy this kind of control core, and most importantly, the undead will be more controlled.

Absolute freedom and safety, most people will still choose safety.

Hill looked at the undead below again. They seemed to be very used to it. The first step in the new world is always to build their own base.

Hill always felt that by doing this, William wanted the undead to cherish the city.

At least most people don't like the destruction of a city built by themselves.

The undead who dare to do it will be suppressed by others in all likelihood.

The undead, when they deal with themselves, are the most powerful.

Hill blinked suddenly and fell into thought: The undead are called Trashir Elves here?

What is his name?

This title always reminded him of some uncomfortable memories.

Moreover, the undead have always thought that the group of elves are fools!

What price did Correlon pay to make the undead admit that he was related to the group of Trashil Elves?

That's why the undead would say, is it Corylon that sends the money in exchange?

Hill shook his head, pulling back his thoughts, he would know sooner or later.

He walked back to the desk and sat down, glanced at the various seeds in the box, and after flipping it, he knew it well.

Quinnes' plants are not as Alice said, completely fine.

The world will in this world is chaotic, so even though many plants look similar, they are not of the same kind at all.

From the beginning of the seed germination, they grow chaotically according to the external environment, and their genes are fundamentally unstable.

Hill pondered for a while, and it seemed from these seeds: Quinns probably even the earth is unstable.

It doesn't refer to the earth's crust. In that case, life cannot be born in that world, but it refers to the land.

Probably it is fertile soil today and desert tomorrow.

Coupled with the volatile weather, it is indeed difficult to survive.

But in the same way, the vitality of these plants is also very tenacious, and can adapt to most environments.

However, it is impossible for creatures like Treants and Treants to appear, all of their will insist on how to live.

The seeds of Quince's world contain very powerful vitality, and Hill already understands why there is still life in that chaotic world.

It is very possible that a strawberry can satisfy a person's needs for a day's survival.

Hill wanted to see what these plants would become once stable inheritance was generated.

He took out a new semi-artifact seed bag, separated half of the seeds in these small bags and stuffed it in, and then only needed to wait for a while before Hill could get the results of the analysis.

But it’s best not to put the different worlds together, otherwise, the optimization function of the seed bag will be easily disturbed.

If this vitality can be maintained but genetically stable, then Hill will get something very remarkable.

Just like the legendary fruit of life.

Hill was a little excited.

The remaining half was handed over to the oak tree spirit in the pendant to seal up. No matter what kind of seed, Hill will keep a part of the most primitive.

Hill took out a box of gems from the bottom of the box, it was indeed a little strangely beautiful.

The inside of these gems seems to be flowing, and they all carry a kind of vitality.

The most basic ability is to keep people young.

Just like Alice said, this is indeed something the Queen would collect like crazy.

For Alice herself, it was of no use other than good-looking.

Hill collected most of the gems, leaving only a brilliant golden gem with a liquid flowing in it, similar to the fire of the sun.

He walked out of the terrace and beckoned to the peacock who was still watching curiously above the clouds: "Dear Lord of the Morning, do you want to come down for a drink?"

The golden peacock shook its feathers and quickly glide down, in return for the crazy scream of the undead girl.

Even many people who have been working in the wilderness have come back. This golden peacock seems to really attract the attention of girls.

Ransendre went around the town triumphantly in mid-air, fully displaying his beautiful feathers before landing on the terrace.

Liszt had already prepared the drink, and beside the transparent crystal glass, the golden gemstones were even more dazzling.

Ransendel's attention was really attracted: "Hill! What kind of gem is this? Is it in your world?"

"It's a small world called Quinns." Hill replied with a smile, "Corylon knows where it is, but you should not be able to pass through his star gate, right?"

"Corylon..." With her beautiful wings spread, Ransendre lay down on the table discouragedly, staring at the golden gem, "He hasn't talked to me for centuries."

"Mis Zhuonuo was completely destroyed this time. Is your Tower of the Sun okay?" Hill asked puzzled.

How could Lansendel come to him to watch the excitement when he is so free? Didn't his tower be destroyed?

"Ah! It collapsed together." Ransendre said nonchalantly, "It's okay, my believers are good at rebuilding."

"Is there any need to rebuild there?" Ransendre used to like the city of Mis Zhuonuo, but now he can't even talk about the ruins.

"I like it." Ransendre said absentmindedly, "The mystery there is still there, I want to study it. Misdrono's mystery is much stronger than yours, and you can kill a floating city directly. !

My believers have found the energy in the floating city, and they have been directly drained.

Hill, that thing can support a floating city for thousands of years, but it was killed directly by the lock!

How did you do it! Unfortunately, Misrion ignored me.

I'm really very very curious. "

Hill was silent. He was a bit embarrassed at first, but now he feels that if Ransendall’s attention is really transferred to Quinnes, Torell’s world will have to thank him~www.readwn.com~ Misrion has been trapped by you and there is only a remnant soul left, why are you embarrassed to ask him about the principle of the lock?

Although he didn't die directly in the disaster of dawn, if most of the believers were not gone, Misrien would not have fallen so much later.

He really took this guy away, and Hill thought he was worthy of merit.

If Toril also pays attention to the merits of heaven here, it is time for him to descend the sea of ​​waterfalls above his head!

"Why is the inside of this gem unstable?" Ransendel still couldn't hold back, using his wings to draw a gem to his head.

"I don't know." Hill said with a smile, "but the person who gave me this told me that the world of Quinns is unstable, and even the earth and air are changing at any time."

Ransendel was really interested: "Are there no gods there?"

Hill smiled and said, "I don't know about that. However, the new Trahir Elves are all adventurers."