Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Corellon returned to the alchemy hall after finishing his work, and Hill really changed his mind on this ancestor.

When Hill built the monument, he probably heard the undead's discussion and knew what Hill wanted to do, but he didn't intervene at all.

Not to mention that the cemeteries of the elves are all in the forest, and a tree has to be planted. It has been integrated with the big tree for many years, and it is impossible to appear among these undead.

Corellon did this, only intending to help Hill.

The Paladins of Tyre also led their horses and left the cemetery. They walked a long way and then remounted their horses. With a firm expression, they walked back to the temple from outside the city, presumably planning to pack their clothes, respond to the call of their lord god, and go all out to fight. Up.

The undead, who had squatted outside and watched for a long time, began to wave to Hill, they were stopped by Corellon just now. Now I want to know if they can come in and take a look.

Although I know this is a cemetery, isn't there a monument square next to it! They really want to see Corellon's carvings!

Listening to the chaotic questioning, Hill hurriedly waved to them to be quiet, and then said: "You can come in here in the square, and don't visit the two cemeteries over there.

Unless you are believers of the Silver Moon or the God of Justice on Toril, you will be burnt or struck by lightning when you enter there.

Please respect the majesty of the gods, everyone, and give yourself some face! "

The undead looked at each other. Of course they had Silvermoon believers, but they all believed in the one of their Trashir.

Toriel, let alone there is no room for conversion at all, even if there is, most people feel that they can't afford it even if they are undead.

Not to mention Tyre. Although the name of the **** is different from William, there are many similarities in the priesthood. The **** of time and space will not give anyone the opportunity to harm William.

When the undead changed their forms and professions, these two were not in the choice.

Although the undead had honestly agreed in front of Hill, Hill didn't believe that they would really obey, he just said ugly things before him.

So on the way back to the floating castle, even if he heard the screams of lightning and fire behind him, he did not look back.

Compromise is not worth saving.

Lynn had begun to direct the civilians who had taken refuge back to their homes in Aglaia City, and that house really belonged to them.

The residents here seem to have no real poor. After Hill allowed them to use things for money, basically every family bought a house of their own.

Moreover, some wealthy families simply bought a set for their children nearby.

Throughout the ages, no matter which world, the hearts of parents have been the same.

But Hill didn't understand why these Tyr followers were willing to settle with him forever, and the Silver Shield Knights could not have been stationed in Aglaia City forever.

These branches of the Knights of Justice may be transferred to the main battlefield to fight the demons at any time.

Hill flew in midair and watched for a while.

The city residents who were moving below quickly discovered their city lord, all saluting him according to their identities, and some even half-kneeled on the ground.

From their non-stop singing of praise, Hill could hear that Lynn had notified these people that he had promised to completely transform the original large residential area into a shelter.

No matter what happens in the future, you no longer need Hill's permission, and the city officials can direct the civilians to take refuge in the shelter!

"Don't be grateful to me." Hill said flatly, "Thank you, the mayor who is dedicated and caring for the people! This is his proposal."

The city dwellers hesitated for a second, and added praise to Lynn who assisted him in their praise of Hill.

Lynn listened without changing his face, and when he turned around, he gave Hill a look of ‘Look’.

He had told Hill a long time ago not to try to elevate his position. The people of Toril will always know who they are eating bread, and they will never admit who is sheltering them.

He would admit his mistake, and would never survive to move into Aglaia City.

Hill has never cared much about these things. The residents of Aglaia City, except for the family of the Paladin of Tyre, have no real weak, including old people and children.

What they couldn't resist was not the beasts and a few undead outside, but the terrible disaster.

Disasters in Toril's world often mean the destruction of one or even several cities.

Including gods, whether good or evil, time together is not a good thing.

Only the city lord is strong enough to protect the city and its residents from such continuous disasters.

Hill probably couldn't understand at all, how many people would crazily want to move into Aglaia City, and how lucky those who have moved in were for their wise decision.

In Toril Continent, if you talk about the strength of the city owner, there are indeed some existences that can be compared with Hill, but such people do not mean that they will be good to the city residents.

People are willing to endure that kind of life because in the eyes of most people, living is the most important thing.

The eyelids of the strong will not look down.

Hill felt that he was cold, but he could see the inferior people in the eyes of the strong in his eyes.

In Toril, this is enough. People don't need the lord to smile and treat others politely. As long as they treat ordinary people as human beings, it is a rare miracle.

The last person who would do this was Ellastro.

But Alasdro's body was too tightly bound, and Silvermoon City did not completely belong to her.

Many people don’t understand why Ellastro would give up the position of Lord Silvermoon and become the supreme lady of the Silvermoon Alliance, which is basically impossible to succeed. Apart from the fact that this lady is indeed noble in her heart, she is actually not the same as the goddess of magic behind her. I trusted her again like my predecessor did, and he followed the rules.

She needs more allies to protect her Silvermoon City.

And Hill just needs to stand here.

Whether it is the allies of the gods or the terrifying number of ‘Trashir Elves’ below, they all determine the unshakable status of Aglaia City in the future.

Moreover, the most commendable thing about Hill is that he also respects the dead.

Hill is probably the only legendary master in this world who is willing to leave a memorial to these unlucky civilians who died tragically, even if they have faith.

Lynn had never known why Hill had such a gentle character before. He looked like a proud son of heaven, with a noble background and exceptional talent.

However, one thing can be seen from the ‘Trashir Elves’, no matter how detached their personality is, their starting point is not very extreme, and they will always see the beauty of the scenery and the cuteness of the animals.

Hill, who didn't understand this at all, faced the piles of singing underneath, he could only choose to nodded coldly, let them do their own thing, and went straight back to their floating castle.

Liszt hurriedly greeted him: "A letter from the Harpman's Building. The Silver Moon Goddess blew up the fortress of Sanlinta on the Ainok Desert."

"Why there? Is there any special place there?" Hill stood on the terrace, pacing a little uneasy.

"The bathroom is ready, sir." Liszt quickly told Hill, who was uncomfortable, and he knew how Hill would feel.

In Hill's common sense, if you have touched a dead person or swept the tomb, you should take a bath when you return home.

It's like taking a bath on Qingming day.

Even though he had used the cleaning spell on himself, Hill still felt uncomfortable anywhere and rushed to the bathroom immediately.

It wasn't until he was soaking in the warm water that Liszt talked aside why Sulun had attacked there: "That fortress actually exists to protect a mine called Tasiyama there.

Tasiyama Mine is very important to Santarin. It can not only mine coal mines in the desert, but also mine mythril mines in the nearby Mokou Mountains.

Is one of their sources of income.

But more importantly, the guard that Suntarin stayed in the Mithril Mine was Fei Lin Mo Kui. "

Hill suddenly raised his head. Opposite the Mokou Mountain Range was the Scimitar Peak Mountain Range next to the Shadow Lake, where the Ghost City appeared after leaving the Shadow Realm. UU reading www.uukanshu. cm

"The people of Haunted City..."

"The ghost city prince who failed to compete for the color-resistant scroll has dragged the remnants of the floating city and returned to the Shadow Lake to start building the city on Scimitar Peak.

When Sulun bombed the fortress last night, he also bombed the mine. Those condescending ghost princes could not have missed the Fei Lin Mo Kui jumping out of the moon fire.

The harpist especially emphasized that in the moonlight, the appearance of those demons was particularly obvious. "

Hill thought a little indifferently.

In fact, Toriel should have the most informed information about Su Lun, and she is also very willing to wander around. She is just too lazy to care about some things, not that she doesn't know.

Unless the body is always covered with darkness techniques, some secrets can't be kept from this Moonlight Lord.

Offended one of the most terrifying goddesses in the world, the existence of Santarin is already a countdown.

Hill vaguely remembered that the real destruction of Santarin should have been after Mystra's first fall. At that time, the entire Toril plot was disturbed, and of course the Felin Devil's Sunshine hidden in the ground was also exposed. In the eyes of the world.

The people who are still alive in Ghost City are all powerful arcanists. The destruction and reorganization of the magic net did not affect them much, and at that time they created a floating castle. Those Fehlin magic sunflowers were sprayed by the crust When I was out, I really faced this group of ghostly princes who watched the fun.

As a result, Ghost City struggled to lose a heavy price for a prince, completely destroying the Sandalin Club and the Fort Sandil behind them.

As a result, this is about to collapse ten years in advance!

Hill patted the surface of the water, and said happily, "Go tell Lynn and see if we can add some code. Anyway, neither side is a good thing."