Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 525

Hill stood on the terrace and looked at the direction of the attic quietly.

The peacock's head flashed past the window, and after seeing the expressionless Hill, he sneaked inside.

He wanted to see if Hill found out what bad things he wanted to do?

The legend of Lansender, Lord of the Morning Light, collapsed inch by inch in Hill's heart, and the kind camp that could almost destroy the world such a catastrophe was too far away from being reliable.

Hill pressed his forehead and solemnly reminded himself in his heart: Ransendell, although he has something to do with the sun, he is not the true sun god.

He is just the Lord of Dawn, don't compare it with the sun **** Trahir, it's totally different.

Ransendel was originally the **** of youth, the representative of the second and second youngsters, and it was normal to do anything.

Liszt appeared with a weird face: "The man called Taring just now and asked me to arrange a comfortable nest for him in the attic.

He also said to himself that the gods are forbidden to intervene in all recent affairs, no matter who they are, they can only look at them, unless someone summons him to appear. "

So what does the Lord of Dawn mean, as long as he doesn't take the initiative to speak to Hill, it is not considered a violation of the rules?

Hill swallowed hard, swallowed all his grievances, and waved to Liszt, whatever the Lord of Dawn wanted to do.

"By the way, remember to send him clear water and smaller fruits." Hill told Liszt.

Ransendre can definitely do it. Going to the kitchen and stealing food by yourself shouldn't give him a chance to play freely.

This guy will rush down so quickly, probably because he is worried that AO will stop him and prevent him from having a chance to intervene in this incident.

Hill sighed slightly.

Forget it, just know that Northland is indeed in trouble again.

His own territory was indeed swept in by that broken stone board to make the start.

But as long as he and Aglaia are not greedy, and have no desire for any treasures that appear in the temple of Baal, that is just the beginning.

The Destiny Tablet did not grasp the detailed information of Hill and Aglaia, and judged them by the material level of this world.

Hill estimated that there was a wealth of millions of gold coins in the warehouse of Barr's temple.

Neither he nor Aglaia would be tempted by this thing, just be careful not to get involved with Terry and his relatives.

As for these young people, whether they live or die, they still have to go back to their city with all the troubles in the end.

The four cities in the Northland are just as good as they can survive, but they may have to change their leaders.

It all depends on whether these people can suppress that little greed.

Hill curled his lips, and he could only bear it.

Everything depends on next year.

When Misdrono was completely destroyed by Netheril's Remnant Ghost City, Mystra would resurrect Kelben the Black Rod as long as he could not bear it.

Kernelon, who originally wanted to bring the elves back to the mainland, would definitely take action.

When the undead come over, see what to do with the slate!

The Slate of Destiny is incomplete. More than 100 million souls outside of his control will appear. As long as it intends to control everything, downtime will definitely be in sight.

It is also possible to completely smash into slag.

Hill glanced at the attic suddenly, in that case, maybe Ransendall wouldn't have done anything like a blazing dawn.

He always felt that the practice of pretending to be the real sun **** wasn't that his head was beaten out. A normal **** would never come up with it.

If it weren't for being deceived by false predictions, Ransendel would not have done that. The liar Prince Cyric, who has been completely irrational, is not so crazy.

Hill glanced at the sky again.

Although it's midsummer, it's not yet the day when the sun's power is strongest.

Hill didn't need to think carefully, knowing that in three days, these people would choose to go down to the underwater temple full of undead spirits.

At noon that day was also the time when the power of the ghost was weakest.

Ransender obviously planned to use the oil painting to hide his existence, so that he could hide until that day and watch the excitement.

Forget it, it's okay if this guy has the concept of hiding.

The key is another one.

Hill looked sadly at the sky, it was about to dusk, and the silver moon was about to hang in the sky. Will Su Lun come?

I hope AO's reaction will be faster, and it's best to stop this one.

Hill would rather face two Ransendre, but don't want to see a Suren.

For this, he would rather praise Shar.

As night fell, Yinyue revealed a round smiling face, but Hill's heart and face sank to the bottom of the sea together.

It was a human woman with slender legs and delicate facial features. Her long snow-white hair set off her perfect face and stunning emerald green eyes.

Wearing a vine woven ring and a white robe studded with strings of pearls, she slowly walked over from the direction of Deep Water City.

She looks like a powerful high-ranking priest. She is holding a beautiful moon hammer in her hand. Seeing the light lifting state and the milky white moonlight flowing on her body, she may even be the strongest. Silver star.

Everyone who saw her bowed back to show respect.

The residents near Deepwater City respect the priest of the Virgin of Silver, and her kindness has saved many lives.

Even if she saves everyone.

Except for the otherworldly **** servants called porcelain pieces, among all the priests of all sects serving Sulun, the silver star is already the most powerful.

Hill sat quietly on the railing of the terrace, and smiled bitterly at the beautiful lady who was looking downstairs.

Suren has always been so courageous.

Called Martha, motioned her to invite the goddess to the floating castle, and Hill asked Liszt to call out Aglaia who was hiding in the room.

Aglaia, who was notified, was very surprised: "Aren't Shar still chasing her? How dare she show up directly!"

Hill, who led Aglaia to the hall, exhaled a long breath: "Here, Tyr can appear at any time.

Since she can't kill her at once, Shar won't come, she doesn't like wasting time and energy. "

And at this time, Shar, should have found Cyric, and is showing her seductive power in the dark.

She had found the weakness of the center of the kingdom of God in Mystra, and she only needed a knife that dared to make a move.

Hill knows very well that things after ten years are no longer possible to change, it depends on whose fate is gone.

For example, the lady in front of her, who has been so dead, has obtained the greatest benefit from Shar's plan.

After the Night Lady, she would probably vomit blood when she saw the silver moon returning to its powerful divine power.

"Beautiful Suren, welcome to the small town of Aglaia." Hill pulled a handful of Aglaia, who was a little surprised, and welcomed them out together.

"Hello, warlock in another world." Su Lun smiled gracefully, "and the lovely and beautiful Poseidon, it is great that you can come to Toril.

I finally don't have to hear those prayers that want me to protect them from that ugly woman in Ambori! "

Aglaia smiled brightly: "Welcome to my house, Ms. Bai Ye, please come in."

Hill smiled and gave up the home court.

It is also chaotic and kind, maybe girls communicate better?

It just so happened that Aglaia seemed to have a good impression of Sulun, and Sulun also acted like her very much.

This is great.

Su Lun, who is uncertain and has a changeable personality, really doesn't know how to contact someone like Hill.

Even if she behaves so politely, it is completely different from the big peacock above who is full and sleeping with the oil painting.

But Hill still told him that the lady in front of him was a big trouble.

Ransender stayed for so long, but he didn't let the natural consciousness surrounding Hill call the police like this.

Hill sat and watched.

Suddenly, Aglaia was no longer shorter than Suren, and he was very mature.

At least he looked more like an adult than Suren with curiosity written in his eyes.

"Just call me Sulun." The goddess of the moon told Aglea gently, "I can't stay here for long, I'm just curious to take a look.

AO only gave me three hours.

Compared to chatting, I still hope to see that oil painting. Although it is a different moon power, I feel the same breath, as if it is another me. "

Yes, they are all chaotic and kind, and basically won't do good things, and troubles must have her share. Hill has a smile on her face and slander inside, but luckily she has more points than you.

No, Hill turned his head and thought about it. In fact, whether elves or dwarves can find Trashir, it's all because of the curiosity of Trashir's silver moon goddess~www.mtlnovel.com~ It's just that Trashir was lucky, and the ancient three gods were close enough to help her share most of the responsibilities.

And Su Lun, there is only one compatriot sister Shar who wished she died quickly.

There is also the first generation of magic goddess who agreed with her, but made her pay a huge price.

"Papa Hill!" Aglaia smiled and looked up, "I took Su Lun to see the oil painting! Then I asked her to drink tea in the garden on the roof."

"There is a big peacock there." Hill said unchanged, "I hope it won't disturb Ms. White Night."

Su Lun only asked Aglaia to call her directly, she didn't pay much attention to Hill at all.

Su Lun laughed: "I saw Ransendre flying in at Joseph Garden, but it was a pity that he was a step slower. If I came first, he would be stopped by AO."

She finally turned her head and glanced at Hill, and said with a bit of complaint: "If it were Mr. Hill, it would be nice to take out this oil painting during the white night. Unfortunately, it would be Ransender."

"I'm really sorry," Hill said softly. "Everything is destiny."

Destiny favored him too much. Fortunately, he didn't encounter any major trouble in the night where he needed to take out the oil painting.

Sulun, who received an apology, went upstairs with Aglaia with satisfaction.

Hill wouldn't worry about the big peacock who was still asleep. He should have thought that Su Lun, who was more curious than his curiosity, would definitely appear.

Asking Martha to take a few female puppets to the small garden on the roof, Hill returned to the study anxiously.

He thought of a way so that Terry would not lose his mind because of the gold coins.

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