Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 179

  Chapter 276 Hill who releases the blessing of nature attracts people's coveted

   Seeing William's smug expression, Spencer smiled helplessly.

  It seems that William is really convinced that the Mage Association will definitely give in to Salar.

  It's not incomprehensible, at least the frustrated wizards who committed suicide by jumping off the cliff gave Spencer a little confidence.

  It's just that he is still a little uneasy, and the Mage Association should also know that this magic circle is difficult to reproduce!

   "Can this circle still be done?" Spencer couldn't help asking, "That's Yinyue! It's impossible to continue to help you."

   "Isn't there a Silvermoon Warlock?" William laughed, "They can't be so fine and powerful, but it's okay for ordinary people. I just need to add some time magic.

  I just need to get a few out and let those guys know that I still have them.

  I think no one would think that if I angered me, I would care about the dignity of the king.

  I can sell more things for the price.

  If it weren't for a bit of saneness, I would not wait for a response from the Wizards' Association and would just sell it.

   Forget it, that is, just wait.

  The boss has already prepared the magic book, and it happens to be sent to King's College with the wind department. After that, someone learns the spell of time acceleration by himself, and it will be easier to handle. "

  Spencer nodded in understanding, anyway, William will stay here for a long time, enough for a few time-space mages to appear.

   "That's going to be a long time later." He sighed softly.

"Mages are not stupid, and they won't turn a blind eye to the foreseeable future. I don't want them to follow Salar's orders." There was a cold expression on William's brows. "It's just to keep them at the bottom line of life. It hasn't become. The existence of transcending gods treats humans as ants, and it's too early to swell!"

  Spenser nodded silently.

   "Take a good rest! Dear cousin." William showed a warm smile and said cruel words, "Tomorrow you will probably be busy."

   Spencer rarely raised a trace of anger: "What does it matter? Even if it is not done well, it is not me that they scolded. I went back to sleep!"

  William hasn't become a **** yet! There is no way to block others from calling him by name.

  Salar people are very used to calling him His Majesty the King, and the undead don't care.

   When Spencer was busy dying, he wanted to do something to make the undead scold him severely.

  It was only relying on the last point of his sense of honor as a knight that he suppressed the bad idea of ​​letting his king follow.

  William smiled nonchalantly, watching the angry Spencer walk out step by step.

  This is the only way his dear cousin knows how to express himself in anger.

  Others, at best, you can't put it into action.

  Most of Salar's ​​military aristocrats are still very military-like, and William has always been very fortunate that he was in this country.

  The rest, even if it is Cortez or Héva Sardo, he has to go crazy, choose to lift the table and restart the stove.

  It's definitely not as easy as it is now, and the task for the undead will be even more bloody.

  William stretched, he also wanted to take a good rest, and sitting there these days is very tired.

  And, to be honest, even if nothing happened, the undead still cursed him.

  The corner of William's mouth was torn off. How many dog ​​plans he scolded in the past, and how well he would do it every day he shouted, but now it feels a bit difficult to be scolded back thousands of times.

  The door of the hall closed instantly, and William stood up and walked to the back bedroom. He wanted to sleep well.

  The news of William's return made Hill dare to appear in the camp again.

  Although he knew that the demon might not run to this camp where William would appear at any time, and the gods would often stare at the camp, Hill still felt careful to sail the ship.

  What if this is a fool who believes that the most dangerous place is the safest place?

  Anyway, people like Hill will hide in the farthest and most invisible place.

  But this is the devil! He was still a demon who squatted under the eyelids of the elf dwarves all the year round.

  Hill flew down the pit silently.

  He wants to see what the chicory looks like in the ground, and whether the devilish breath has been almost cleaned up.

  Hill knew that after discovering the devil, William ordered the abandonment of all small cities except the center line.

  Only the city in a straight line from Dionisio to the central city will he rebuild.

  Sunflowers and various mosses that can be purified were also planted during this period.

  But he is still collecting sunflower seeds, and if there is extra, he will sprinkle them in the original city.

  Hill did not inquire, but the hundreds of thousands of people in this triangle area eventually became only 50,000 people in the small camp outside the central city.

  What a terrible fact this represents, everyone can understand.

  In that fully enclosed camp, undead people go in to deliver food every day, and it is said that the management is also very strict. But there are always corpses sent out.

  After all, I have stayed in the oil painting for a long time, and even the hidden demon admirers can't hold on.

  The people who live there are probably suffering very much now.

  William was kind enough to let about 100,000 slaves live in another camp, otherwise these people would be really miserable.

  Knowing that he is really safe, after the king of mankind is willing to free them, these original slaves will change almost every day.

  Although they have to live within the radiation range of an oil painting, they kneel down every morning and evening to worship the painting hanging in the middle of the camp.

   Fortunately, they also knew that they would thank King Salar, otherwise Hill would suspect that this was a believer for the sun god.

  But they behaved so well, William did not allow one to be released, Hill wondered, he planned to lock these people in all the cities and rebuild them, and then decide how to arrange their places.

  Hill carefully walked through every corner of the deep pit cave. It seemed that there was really no problem. With his current perception of evil, if he couldn't find it, it would basically be impossible.

  Back on the ground, he notified Adrian that he could start the construction of the city.

  Spencer was not outside, and Hill notified the captain of the guard.

  He didn't know why, he smiled weirdly, and then went back to the king ship to find Spencer.

  Spencer soon released the fill task.

  Probably hundreds of thousands of undead people began to take out their own bags.

  The mud brought from the territory of Salar slowly filled the long tunnels around the deep pit, dug out by them.

  Only a circular passage tens of meters high was left at the bottom of the direction leading to Dionisio.

  There are still people in this passage, first transforming into hard obsidian, and then projecting the phantom of the defensive circle to trace.

  Hill didn't know what William was planning, but he also discovered a little bit. No matter what William did, he would consider ordinary people's lives.

  However, the range of the deep pit left is indeed twice larger than the original central city.

  Hill returned to the cloud house and waited for the early morning of the next day.

  He had already heard that Spencer asked the undead to go out to plant flowers after the soil was full.

  Hopefully, there will be less stimulation in a few days.

  The identification technique of the God of Time and Space, but even how tall these flowers and plants can grow, let alone the color.

  The imagination and composition ability of the undead, Hill absolutely does not doubt.

  When Hill got up, he found that Adrian had already taken someone to lay the foundation of the center city.

  Even the hardened land has been transformed.

   It looks like both Adrian and Spencer have been busy all night.

  While the sun has not risen, Hill hastened to go to Xiangyanghua Park to wait for the first wave of seeds.

  He found that William attaches great importance to Sunflowers now, and has already started to separate the undead from Sunflowers.

  Although he doesn't know why, he knows what he should do.

  Hurry up and collect some seeds.

  Satisfactorily harvested the seeds, Hill felt that no matter what role William had with the flowers in the future, he would not lose it.

  He flew back to the top of the forest formation, looked at the few peregrine falcons and the decadent wizards inside, why didn't he leave?

  After William came back, the isolation circle was closed!

  They are getting used to it, so have they ignored it?

  The sequelae of this phantom array is so big! How did he think that these mages and druids were a little stupid.

   Hill slightly opened his arms and closed his eyes slightly, communicating the laws of nature.

  He spread his blessing from the heart to as far as possible.

  The land near the central city was gently blowing in the breeze, and green seedlings slowly grew.

  Hill used up two-thirds of his mana and looked up at the green-covered plain, smiling slightly.

  This feeling of life blooming makes him too comfortable.

  He glanced at the guests in the woods, then turned back to his cloud house.

  Originally wanted to use tranquil water in the woods, but the people inside, Hill really didn't want to take advantage of them.

  Just go back to rest, and wish again tomorrow.

  He completely ignored the performance of the few peregrine falcons below, letting that gray peregrine falcon stare scorchingly at Hill, and bowed his head in disappointment.

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  Violet waved her wings and flew towards the **** standing in front of the study window.

  Fran looked at the gray peregrine falcon rushing aggressively, and gently waved her into the defensive circle.

   Violet swaggered into the window, and when she landed on the ground, she recovered her half-elf appearance.

  "The defensive formation you opened can't even enter ordinary animals? It's all legendary. Are you still so careful?" She fell freely on the sofa, but her mouth was not forgiving.

  "Are the trees hanging on the tree too tired?" Flange said blankly, "Lie down for a while, it's okay, I can understand."

  "You don't understand druids at all." Violet sneered, "For a bird, standing on a tree is the most comfortable time."

  Franch sneered: "Hill wouldn't want to recognize a bird as a grandmother."

  Violet's expression remained unchanged: "I didn't say I wanted to see him."

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  (End of this chapter)

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