Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

"This bug shell... looks like it's very useful?" Fran walked in from the door.

Hill quickly stood up: "I have informed the undead, Aglaia collects a lot of insect shells, I will pay according to the level, they will definitely bring back the most advanced ones."

Fran said noncommittally: "They must have devoured the corpses of some powerful creatures, the lines on the shell are obvious, and there must be a powerful and terrifying breeder behind them.

It's just kind of weird...why are these bugs placed so close to the ground? If you want to feed them, you have to transport corpses from the depths of the ground... It's not cost-effective. "

Hill lowered his head and thought for a while before answering: "This is the passage under Arauzato's lair, he just established a covenant with the undead and moved to the hidden forest to live, so he gave this road to the undead.

He is an ancient white dragon. Normally, he would go to the underground world to loot every few decades.

No one can raise so many corpses... Maybe the mastermind behind the scenes wants a powerful bone dragon. "

Faran nodded in agreement: "It should be for this reason... It seems that the contract with the undead also saved his life. The corpse that can absorb life force and multiply indefinitely, plus so many giant bugs, obviously It was cultivated for the dragon with powerful vitality."

He stared at the screen: "It seems that the undead will soon face the first powerful enemy they encountered in the underground world... Now that William didn't follow, can they fight?"

"It doesn't matter." Hill said indifferently, "The current dark mages and necromancers can only use summoned objects to make shots. The shadow magic net is even more chaotic.

As long as it's not the kind of magic that instantly clears everything, the undead will never be afraid... If there are too many ants, they can kill the elephant! "

The current level of the undead does not seem to be very high, but for Toril, who cannot even appear as a demigod, it is enough for them to break the defense. As long as it's not all misses, the appearance of -1 is the biggest surprise for them.

Fran looked at the screen again, then floated over to a sofa and sat on the side...obviously away from the boring and noisy goblins.

Although he was used to these little guys following Hill... Anyway, there would always be something around Hill... But the high-frequency and fast communication still gave him a headache.

Looking at the screen, Fran sighed softly and sincerely praised the insect king who caused countless troubles to the undead: "Ah! It's an unimaginable explosive force, can the acid spray out so far?

In addition to strength, even the internal organs have been strengthened... How is this done, and what kind of creatures are swallowed to make them evolve so perfectly?

Even if you eat Taikoolong, it will not have such a good effect... Is it possible to eat more than one? "

Looking at the rare long-winded Frank, Hill whispered to Liszt: "Except for the body, 100 pieces of each complete bug... First come, first served, the lowest level is 100 gold, the higher the level, the price doubles .

Insect King is 5 times!

You go to the alchemy hall... don't let the undead get beaten up and burn the bug king. "

Liszt walked away, and from the corner of Hill's eyes, he saw Fran's satisfied smile: The alchemist was actually expressing his dissatisfaction in a subtle way. He thought that Hill should have noticed something wrong the first time he saw these bugs.

As a master alchemist...it's a matter of course to study various materials, Hill can get biological materials without using the method of killing, but such a readily available insect shell has no intention of research, it's too much... Fran knew that Hill must have understood how advanced biological culture knowledge was required for the formation of these bugs.

Hill also understood that it was his mistake.

For him, not to mention the minerals on the earth, even other materials, as long as they are sold, he can easily get them... Especially after arriving in Toril, the value of the gold here is too high...

Therefore, in some cases, it is always easy to ignore the sensitivity of alchemists to materials.

Hill bowed his head embarrassedly: "I was too negligent this time, grandfather. I will pay attention to it in the future."

Fran showed a slight smile: "Remember to give me half...especially the big one."

"Of course, grandfather," Hill replied quickly.

The undead soon got the message of the time-space artifact, and Hill could already hear a loud voice shouting: "What are you robbing! If you can still grab it, just die and go back to the task?

Isn't that money to buy the experience you drop? Buy the time you run back doesn't it?

In the end, it depends on who is lucky and who is faster after returning to the city... Now they are all honestly fighting monsters! "

The chaos of the undead was quickly suppressed... but not because the commander above shouted, but if he lowered his head to pick up the corpse, he would probably be directly bitten by the corpse that suddenly erupted... by that thing Biting them is worse than being scratched by their claws and bleeding.

"This kind of bleeding effect..." Fran said thoughtfully, "I'm a little confused about the structure of the bodies of these undead elements... It is obvious that the blood tonic potion has a great effect on them, but when they take physical damage, it is still normal. the reaction of...

Is this because of the limitations of the will of the world? "

Hill said softly: "It's inevitable... Otherwise, the incarnation of the gods will not suffer any harm, and what you get will inevitably be given. The world is the same."

His eyes flicked to the pool of the gods in front of the Temple of Aglaia: the blood of Ransandre still gleamed there.

Fran's eyes glanced over gently: "Will, law, and primordial power should actually be formed according to some inherent logic, but no one can understand it... I hope one day, I can touch these mysteries. Unpredictable knowledge... The gods can certainly accept the mystery and embrace the mystery, but the wizard can't."

He looked at Hill with mixed emotions, and Hill understood his grandfather's concerns: the connection between Hill and the gods was too close...even to Toril, who was so different from Trahir, his There are so many gods around.

Now Hill can be regarded as standing at a crossroads: on one side is the smooth road leading to the luxurious palace covered with flowers and red carpets, on both sides are full of friends smiling and waving to him, as well as his beloved two A daughter, but on the other side there is only a rugged path with no future in sight. Except for the figure of Flange in front, both sides are just a mutant void that cannot be seen.

As long as Hill's heart is shaken a little bit, the door of the palace will open to him... Fran doesn't think there is anything wrong with this future, but in his opinion, a path that will never end is easier to see at a glance. The avenue to the end is attractive.

He didn't want to force Hill to follow him on this difficult road, but with Frank's character, he also didn't want his grandson to be immersed in false prosperity.

How many gods like Corellon are powerful enough to run amok in the multiverse?

Hill smiled at his grandfather: "Don't worry about me, grandfather, at least at this time, I still prefer to pursue the mystery of magic, not the greatness of gods."

Fran nodded silently and turned his eyes back to the screen: the undead at this moment finally found a way to deal with the ghouls that suddenly attacked from the ground.

They are filling the crypt with the alignment detection aura.

Wherever the crimson light is, countless lightning spells will instantly smash down... Even if there are still some omissions, most of the corpses have been found.

To a certain extent, the faction detection magic released by the undead is more accurate than the righteous knight... William's definition of evil is much stricter than Tyr's.

Hill was watching with interest the undead poking holes everywhere, when he was suddenly startled by dozens of tall black-robed monsters that jumped up and rushed into the crowd: "Damn it! How come there are still demon corpses?"

These tall monsters move quickly through the crowd, and the undead caught by them will be greeted with a powerful hug...and then lick their faces with their long forked tongues.

The paralyzed undead were almost going crazy, and the only throat they could use let out a violent scream, and the whole crypt echoed with 'Ahhhhhhhhh' and 'Don't'.

Hill couldn't help rubbing his hands, offering deep sympathy and pity for these unfortunate ghosts.

The demon soul corpse is actually the corpse of a murderer or similar villain who died without making up for his sins. The face is almost a skeleton.

Even the undead who were killed by the corpse monsters because of their hustle and bustle showed a smiling Jiuquan's smile: It's great not to be hugged and licked by something!

Hill turned his head silently: The guy in charge of the video has a very bad mentality. He doesn't care about the battle situation ahead, and he doesn't care if there are people around him who are unlucky. The camera is always aimed at those unlucky ghosts.

The goblins landed on the bookshelf, stomping their teeth and screaming, cheering for every undead who was licked by their tongues.

As a creature of nature, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com They have always hated the undead. Many times, the little flower fairies will attack when they see the undead... But the attack method of the demon corpse also seems to exceed their tolerance limit.

"Calm down!" A loud and clear voice sounded, "Thunder and Gold Mage are preparing for a group attack spell! Show the name of the person who is being grappled! The person next to him runs quickly, and if he dies, he will blame himself for being slow!"

‘Xueyun Peak’ rushed back from the front of the battlefield.

He frowned and shouted loudly: "Second left, Hei Mei's place, hehe~ Wanyou Tianluo, 3, 2, 1! Group attack!"

Black Rose's long-range professional roared and crawled away from the unfortunate ghost: Fortunately, the location of the "Wanyou Tianluo" station, which was originally responsible for protecting the priest, was relatively remote, and most of them escaped.

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