Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Hill flew slowly along the main road to the city of Aglaia.

When passing through Long Saddle Town, he couldn't help but glance: that Kelburn's friend, Marco Hubbell's Tower of Evening Twilight, can only always appear on the edge of Neverwinter Forest under the current conditions. .

The waves caused by Purvi, flying slowly under the clouds, alarmed the tower's guards: a griffin flew around the tower a few times and finally stopped at the top of the tower, craned its neck and looked up, as if it did not Going to fly up to see.

It seems that this griffin also knows what the appearance of the otherworldly whale means, otherwise this grumpy creature is not so polite to the flying creatures passing by... Relying on the magic tower controlled by the 20th level archmage, it certainly won't What a dragon to be afraid of.

Therefore, the reputation of this griffin has never been very good. Its cock-fighting personality has been famous far and wide. To be so honest, it is estimated that the Hubbell Archmage has repeatedly claimed the identity of Purvi.

Hill glanced at the well-known magic tower, turned his head noncommittally, and didn't plan to do much, and the weird castle group on the west side of the hill also lost his interest.

If the Hubbell Castle he had seen in various game illustrations was a bit mysterious about the large medieval castle... The real Hubbell family castle did not interest him much at all, it was actually surrounded by countless towers in the middle one. The five-story stone castle is a strange building complex... and it looks dilapidated. Whether it is the castle or the tower, it can be seen that it has been repaired many times.

On the contrary, it is normal to have some blue and white buildings below the hillside, but they are only three-story garden mansions, and they are not closely connected. The distance between each building is at least 200 meters.

Then there is the small town at the foot of the mountain, which is no different from most towns in Faerûn, and there is no trace of a mage town at all.

Hill couldn't help but smile and let Purvi go directly back to the territory.

He might as well go back to repair the road.

He really thinks too much. As long as he is an official mage, he will not be willing to stay with others: Archmage Marco, who can protect himself, will go to the forest ten kilometers away from his family to build a magic tower. Huddle together for warmth, but at least give yourself a separate space.

Chang'an Town is the territory of their Hubbell family, and their mages can't be accommodated until this hill is too many, of course they can live very spaciously. .

As long as it is a middle-level mage, it will not be too poor. It doesn't cost much to find a place to build a tower... Hill feels that what they need more is to be careful not to be bombed by the neighbor next door to their tower.

In fact, there is no problem with the mages of the Hubbell family choosing to live in the tower, not to mention getting used to the structure of the magic tower... This can also save a lot of space and damage to the next door neighbor.

Those tattered towers that have been repaired countless times can justify this choice.

Hill saw the traces of the years there... Those towers on the edge, although there are signs of restoration, are obviously retouched... But the further in, the uglier the towers are, with different shades and even the edges. The rough stone makes it easy to see the owner's impatience.

Hill had forgotten that the mud in this world was turned into stone, and the most common stone was converted. If the strength of the defensive circle was not strong enough, it was quite normal to have to fill the house with stones after a few experiments.

Hmm... It seems that the only attraction for the mages in Longsaddle Town is the rich collection of books and the familiarity with the history of Faerûn.

He thought there would be something interesting about this place...disappointing.

Hill flew to the ground in dissatisfaction, the crystal flower ring on his finger glowed, and pulled out a 25.5-meter-wide cyan avenue from the main road leading to the finger ridge of the world... His mud turned into stone, Even if the mana used is light, it is quite easy to turn into a relatively solid bluestone road.

Hill walked slowly to the lake, the blue road extending under his feet, he walked around the lake that fell from the sky, and then flew to the westernmost side of the lake.

The shape of this lake is very interesting, it just happens to form the shape of a heart... The starting part on the east side is the apex of the heart, and the west side is a less obvious recess.

If it wasn't for Hill who built the road, it wouldn't be so obvious, but now, people flying in the air can feel the appearance of this heart by looking closely.

Hill happily raised a small pier in the west, and planted endless vines on the small stone building to outline the recess more clearly.

He decided to leave the surprise to the undead to find out...as long as they could remember that they could fly.

Then he turned around and continued walking towards the city of Aglaia: by the way, he had to move the passing fields to other places.

Fortunately, the fields here belong to the city of Aglaia, and they just hired someone to plant them.

According to Lynn's opinion, the fields allocated to the townspeople are all distributed on the edge of the green forest. Although it is relatively close to the cemetery, there is a stream there to help irrigate.

Moreover, the Torils would feel safer near the graveyards of the Knights of Justice and the Silvermoon Priests, at least the evil undead would not dare to appear there.

Hill doesn't care about this. The temple cemetery has always been sealed tightly, and the nearby flowers and trees probably don't have the ability to absorb much nutrition from those corpses... Anyway, he doesn't eat the food in these fields.

He slowly walked to the east gate of Aglaia City. Lynn was already smiling and standing there waiting for him to finish. There were many curious townspeople watching, and even dwarves and gnomes ran out.

Lynn took a look, then clapped his hands and said, "It seems that our lord has already built the road, and the rest is to plant beautiful shrubs on both sides of the avenue... Ilsa, this matter is I'll leave it to you, and I'll give you a sum of money to hire the Trahir Elves."

A wood elf dressed as a druid came out and bowed slightly: "Okay. I will go to the alchemy hall tomorrow morning."

"I built a small pier on the edge of the lake." Hill urged, "I found that the fish in that lake are brown fins, which are considered to be very good among freshwater fish... Maybe this lake is from the It was cut from the Mir Kingdom.

This fish is a special product of that country, and the taste is said to be quite good.

Tell the townspeople that I allow them to fish in the lake, but not during the brownfin breeding season. "

Before Lynn could speak, the citizens who heard behind him cheered... Although they seldom went to the lake before because of the long distance, it is good for everyone to have one more food.

Now there's a way out... even the poorest family in Aglaia City can afford an ordinary horse.

Hill nodded to them: "Go if you want! The road is safe, just don't cross the Faerun road."

Many citizens rushed onto the road directly, as if planning to see the lake and the fish in it... Some people turned around and went home. These are smarter and know to go back to find their mounts first.

Hill couldn't help shaking his head and asked Lynn with a smile, "Is there anything else?"

"Go back to the castle first?" Lynn said softly.

Hill reluctantly grabbed his arm and flew directly to the floating castle. In fact, he really just asked casually... What can happen in one day?

Purvi had long since gone back on his own... He really liked the open-air garden on the castle.

The garden, filled with pale blue moonlight, always made him feel like he was back home.

When Hill heard this description for the first time, he had to wonder if the otherworldly whale, the blue native world with no land but an endless ocean, was a moon that had not yet awakened...

After returning to the study, Lynn spoke quickly: "The Temple of Heim chose Neverwinter City and plans to leave early tomorrow... I actually knew for a long time that their minds were uncertain, even if we gave him a place, what he built was only An ordinary church that can be evacuated at any time.

It seems that they have not been optimistic about Aglaia City. "

"It's not surprising that the Temple of Heim wants to leave me. The believers of Heim are all adventurers and mercenaries, especially those who are bodyguards." Hill poured a glass of wine for the unhappy Lynn, "Don't mention them. The most basic protection work is done, where does Aglaia City still have tasks for these people to do?

Didn't the undead even grab the quest in the tavern?"

Lynn sighed: "But how could they be so embarrassed to go to Neverwinter... The people of the Knights of Justice almost went crazy... The people in the Temple of Heim were so embarrassed to let them go back with them, they were almost killed by the demigod of the Silver Shield. Beaten up for a long time.

In the end, the head of the original Neverwinter City succeeded, and the guys connected to the Temple of Heim threw them out with the messengers of Neverwinter City. "

"It's finally a bit smarter." Hill commented lightly, "This is to find out that Heim's group of people are secretly doing something wrong... Isn't it just to make our perception of the Knights of Justice worse?

As long as we behave unwelcome, with the stiff heads of those tin cans, it will definitely run.

At that time, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Neverwinter may be a good choice...

These guys really don't care about their friendship with the Knights of Justice for thousands of years... Heim, as expected, the relationship with Tyr is not that good. "

Lynn snorted coldly: "It's their luck... Normally, those priests of Tyre rushed to the front line, and they should all be in Luskan.

But they are well aware of the abilities of the undead. There is no need for them to risk the backlash of the magic net to release the magic, so they all stay in the temple.

The priests of Tyre are all born of the law..."

Hill laughed: "It seems that the relationship between them and the nobles of Toril is quite delicate."

The righteous believers of Tyre, how much lessons have to be learned to react to these dirty thoughts so quickly!

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