Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Hill picked up the mithril leather glove and observed it carefully for a while. The leather should be some kind of dragon skin...a bit like an ancient dragon.

But he couldn't understand the effect of this thing. Hill thought about it, put on the gloves, and directly felt the effect of this equipment.

Then his face darkened: it was a dwarven treasure so precious, an enhanced version of the slam gauntlet, apparently from the hand of some dwarven god, compared to the 50,000 gp master popular in Toril It's a higher level.

In addition to the power of the wonder itself, this mithril gauntlet doubles the user's power.

Corellon's meaning is obvious: don't you get tired of knocking dragons? Why start it yourself?

Even if you have enough strength, you don't need to make yourself so hard, and you have to risk being burned by the corrosive dragon blood.

He is asking Hill to drink a glass of water that can detoxify and refresh his mind!

Although Hill could sense Corellon's kindness, he didn't feel very happy.

His skin... is not necessarily thinner than dragon skin!

Let the group of dragons go around in the elemental storm and see how many of them can come out intact?

Hill pulled the corners of his mouth and knocked on the table with the gauntlet angrily: "I'm a mage! I'm a warlock! I will never walk around with a warrior gauntlet!

What is Corellon thinking about!

Liszt, put this thing in the warehouse! "

"Sir." Liszt said after being silent for a while, "From the eyes of the elves, you have been trying to hide your strength, after all, you were hiding from outsiders when you killed those dragons.

I think the father of the elf just intends to help you. Next time if something happens, wearing this gauntlet, no one will think that there is any problem with your power.

However, pouring the wine glass is indeed a bit of a prank. "

Hill said in a trance, "I didn't... I just wanted to deceive more idiots to kill..."

If he really wanted to hide, he would definitely not even show the elves!

Not to mention, there is a silly ancient green dragon in the cave! As long as she goes out, Hill's power can't be hidden at all.

etc!

"Liszt... That green dragon won't starve to death, right?" Hill scratched his head, but he had taken all of Claugilia Marta's storage ring.

"Sir, Claugilia Marta is a druid, she knows the magic berry," Liszt replied.

"Druid magic can't be used! Besides, magic has to be made of materials, I... It seems that I only left a little moss for her." Hill said softly, "Lister, ask the puppet to give me some goodies. The meat dishes...and the roast suckling pig."

Hill never thought to torture the prisoners!

For the attitude of the enemy, he has always killed him directly, and he has never been interested in keeping people to torture.

What's wrong with doing something with that spare time?

Hill really just forgot that dragons are not pure spellcasters, they need to eat meat.

Although I also have dragons...

But since raising livestock in the Sword Mountains, Hill has completely ignored what Terry eats, and Aglaia has puppets everywhere who can help him process food.

It was the same when Tustin came. As a good friend of Terry, Hill gave Xiao Jinlong the task of entertaining.

For Taring, the safety of the enemy has never been their concern, so they will not be reminded at all.

Hill took the food box sent by Liszt, walked directly to the cave where Claugilia Marta was being held, and pushed open the door forcefully.

It seemed that the green dragon had struggled, and the blood stains on the adamantine gate were quite obvious.

Hill looked down at the green dragon who was lying at the bottom of the cave, looking like he was dying.

He threw the small box down and pressed a condensed pearl into the cave wall: "The food here is enough for you to eat for a month. If no one has come to redeem you at that time, then there is no need to waste my food. already."

"They...even if they come...will wait until I'm dying..." Claugilia Marta said in a hoarse voice, "and you have to...try to attack...again your territory...and then.

But...I...know...it's useless...you're wrapping adamantine on the black iron gate! Too much money? I can't open the black iron gate! "

Probably thinking of the point of anger, Claugilia Marta, ignoring her weak body, shouted out the last few words angrily.

Hill hesitated and touched the door beside him.

Claugilia Marta seemed to think that his door was made of pure gold and iron, and she was so angry that she felt that it was not worth it to close her dragon. If she knew that it was a pure gold door, would she be so angry?

Hill decided to quietly close the door and add a layer of black iron to the edge of the door the next time he comes.

Claugilia Marta suddenly asked: "If...I am your mount...can you give me the fine gold on these two doors...can you give me the rest...as long as...you can eat...."

The door that rumbled shut covered Hill's surprised face: Dragons are too real, right?

A five-colored dragon is a creature that is easy to betray, so if you are a human mount, you must sign a covenant of giant dragons. This is a loyalty contract witnessed by the nine-headed dragon god.

Claugilia Marta is a very shrewd kind of dragon, and it is impossible for her to not know the bounds that must be bound to become a human mount.

And Hill also made it very clear that as long as the Dragon Cult paid, Hill would let her go.

What about Claugelia Matana's great dream of becoming Lord of Waterdeep?

This little gold can make her swallow all her past ambitions?

Did Claugilia Marta panic? Did she know that both doors were made of pure gold?

Hill walked slowly out of the cave, really missing the natural consciousness.

I hope that when the undead return, Toril's natural consciousness will also return.

Otherwise, with his emotional intelligence, he can't even tell the truth from the fake... Hill really thinks that compared to the past memory, he is lucky enough to be able to perceive hostility and judge the authenticity of the natural consciousness. his golden finger.

If it was on his own... he would have been tricked to death long ago.

Otherwise, he would rely on his skin and flesh to escape death, and hide in some deep mountain and old forest to avoid contact with people for the rest of his life.

In this tangled mood, Hill waited until the day when the undead returned to Toril.

For some unspeakable reason, all the undead in Toril have been refreshed in the infinitely expandable Alchemy Hall.

But before that, Hill, who was standing on the terrace, greeted the return of natural consciousness as soon as the dawn appeared.

He greeted the green light that surrounded him with boundless joy, a sincere heart, and received a cheerful reply.

Although it only conveyed some feelings of nostalgia, Hill was already satisfied.

It can also express some simple emotions. It seems that the damage to Toriel's natural consciousness is not very big. As expected, only the magic net is unlucky.

Hill flew to the port and called back Purvi, who had been cruising here: he could finally fly into the sky again.

Instructing the otherworldly whale to float at the top of the space tree, Hill stood in front of the terrace on Purvi's back and greeted the first group of undead who walked out of the alchemy hall.

The undead who took the task quickly with their hands and eyes almost flew out of the hall, and then felt the colorful bubbles flying down from the sky.

"Welcome back to Aglaia City!" Hill's voice with a smile reached everyone's ears, "I hope you have a pleasant and comfortable journey this time."

The undead cheered: "Hill~ Hill~ the cutest Hill~"

"Ah! Is this the bear's blessing? Is this the love we can get?"

"When we meet again after a long absence~ Hill's tender love~"

They have found that these floating bubbles are all buffs, and everyone can grab one according to their needs.

Soon they let Hill go, and various shouts rang out on the square, and the undead were communicating what color bubbles did.

Hill... Although he was already mentally prepared, he still had a black face.

Fortunately, he still heard what he wanted to know: how on earth did William explain to the undead that the information article of Toril was suddenly disconnected and updated. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

When the undead gather together, they will definitely discuss this matter.

This guy... When he found something wrong, he directly asked the God of Time and Space to kick all the players offline, and then blew up his server in the world company of the undead.

Hill knew as soon as he heard it... The manufacturer of that server must have offended William badly, otherwise he wouldn't put all the blame on that company.

However, based on what Hill knew about William, the company must have had problems long ago.

Sure enough, the undead's words all said that William asked the company to repair the server several times, but because William's company was a newcomer, not only did it fail to repair it, but he was also defrauded of a lot of money.

Anyway... William, who blew up the server, just admitted that he was unlucky, and finally bought a more expensive one at the auction house. In the words of the undead, it can be used for a server that is headed by the planetary intelligence core, so that all repair work can be done in just three days. Completed, and updated the information by the way.

William this guy, the style of doing things... always so informal.

Everyone is very satisfied with the latest plot, but they still want to see the High Forest. The undead really miss the gate of hell.

Hill, who was about to return to the castle, suddenly saw a familiar face.

Erebeth, the princess of Neverwinter who had come to the Temple of Baal on the other side of Aglaia to venture out, walked out of the gate of the Temple of Tyre surrounded by several paladins.

Judging from their route, they should be planning to find Lynn.

Princess Irebeth saw Hill standing on the back of the otherworld whale, and seemed to want to say hello to him, but was stopped by the paladin next to her.

The people at Silver Shield are very clear that skipping Lynn and going directly to Hill to do things will only get the opposite effect.

The lord of Aglaia is very disgusted with this kind of ultra vires.