Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 566

Above the white clouds, Hill released a cloud house and stopped his busy hands.

The little flower fairies who were trying to make good relations with the lily of the valley and the windmill Jasmine that Hill released, urged Hill to quickly arrange the den of the magic plants.

Hill smiled helplessly.

Although these magic plants can absorb the magic power in the air to survive, they still prefer more nutritious soil, and Hill always arranges two flower beds for them.

He did his job swiftly, opened all the isolation circles in the cloud house, and used Chapter 5 of the Magic Book without hesitation.

The magic circle on this cloud house was made from Trashir's Silver Moon fragments as magic energy. Even Vol'jin, Hill felt that she could not find herself.

However, for those who are allied with Vol'jin, such as Bann and the like, Hill still needs to beware.

This kind of guy is a brutalist who can sweep all the clouds in the sky even if he can't find it.

Hill really didn't expect that when he heard the news of Woking again, he was actually in Ten Towns.

But in fact, it can also be understood that although the relationship between the ten Northland towns and the savages has been a little unclear, the people in the town of Brin? Sand will definitely not communicate with the savages.

They have always hated the Barbarian Rebellion.

Although the target of the barbarians is not this small town, they don't care if they hurt these useless humans when chasing enemies.

And merchants like Ten Towns who knew the news rarely risked offending a true **** to spread the word, and Tempus was not a generous god.

Besides, he hates Woking, it doesn't mean that he will become deadly enemies with Woking.

Otherwise, the followers of Wojin won't hide here, they can still go to other continents!

As long as there are merchants, Friends of Merchants will not find believers.

It's just that this believer is a trustworthy family member, or a fanatic who dares to deal with God on an equal footing, depends on Woking's luck.

Hill felt that the goddess of wealth, who always chose the wrong one, had no luck.

He returned to the room, feeling the cold breath on the clouds of Ice Wind Valley, and happily began to flip the books in his hands, especially there were several black stone books, the text on them was not just ancient elves.

Some of the patterns mixed in it are clearly dragon words.

And a book written in dragon language, even if it is a children's story, should be a magical thing.

But these books do not have any magical atmosphere at all.

But although it is a book made of black stone, the pattern is simple and looks like a good thing.

So the grocery store owner put these books on the top of the box of broken books. Even if they have fallen into ashes, they might be attracted by some businessmen who think they have an appreciation level.

But Hill estimated that most people would not understand it. Except for the wizard who learns runes, it is estimated that only scholars who study ancient books will learn this ancient elven language.

Even if a few passing wizards can understand it occasionally, it is estimated that there is no interest in those fairy children's pillow stories.

People who can see that there is a problem with the pattern at a glance, either have the inheritance of the dragon, or understand the word of God.

After the dragon's text was written, it was similar to God's Word in some respects, so people like Hill who relied on inheritance to learn reluctantly, generally can only write, and it is a little problematic to say it.

But Hill is more accustomed to using elven runes, so it doesn't matter.

He read this passage a little bit and couldn't help but laugh.

Fortunately, his pronunciation was corrected by Terry before, and Hill slowly read aloud: "The little dragon who studies well will only sleep on a bed made of gold coins."

The slate book in his hand slowly changed its shape, and finally turned into black scales, looking blank.

Hill recognized it, it was a black dragon scale.

Of course, he also recognized what these books were: Farisonis's tablet, a secondary artifact of the transformation system.

Although it is understandable, why these long-lost things appeared in Ten Towns, this was originally the place where the dragon and the ancient elves once lived together when the relationship between the dragon and the ancient elves was still good.

But Hill was actually a bit at a loss for a moment. He was a bit confused whether it was his luck or Toril World was playing his idea.

He looked down at the seemingly blank scales, stroking it gently and carefully with his hand, and he really read the words.

Each scale has one side that is polished to be very smooth, while the other side still retains the natural rough texture. The famous silver dragon, Farisonis's work is on the smooth side, written in neat dragon language. The rougher side contains some additional notes, written in ancient Elvish language.

The content on these tablets describes how dragons learn, understand, and use magic. Even the dragons who have not taught at all, as long as they have this, combined with their own inherited knowledge, can get healthy and rapid growth.

Hill read the ancient elves behind, and most of them were explanations of dragon language magic.

After Hill read it carefully, he was notified of this artifact. Only one person who spent 10 days studying the tablet could get a 20% saving throw against any spell or spell-like spell from a true dragon.

He could feel that this original dragon children's textbook would only be changed into a tool for dealing with dragons after it fell into the hands of the ancient elves.

Hill pondered for a while, and felt that the only value of this artifact for him was reference materials, and that should be just a matter of luck, which was easier for him to understand.

The Amanata Holy Grail that I encountered earlier was abnormal. Hill felt his head numb when he saw it, and he kept calling the police in his spirit. It was a trap no matter what.

Hill raised his head and glanced at the sky outside. The sun had slowly shifted, and it was already dusk the next day.

The harvest on the first day gave him an unrealistic expectation of the book collection in the North. Even if he knew that the hope was not great, Hill still went to collect the books happily.

The grocery store owner is indeed capable, and Hill received nearly 600 books in the next two days.

It's a pity that Hill watched it roughly a few times, but it didn't make him feel any strange.

He was a little discouraged, and ushered in the dusk of the third day with surprise.

Although they have been mentally prepared for a long time, there are many mages here in Ten Towns, especially those red-robed mages from Lu Sikan. Although their character is not very good, their eyesight is not necessarily bad. Compared with the idiots with tall eyes raised by the black rod in Deep Water City, these red robes, who are struggling with life and death at any time, are much stronger, and they won't miss a little chance.

But the harvest on the first day was wonderful.

Hill smiled and came to Summer's grocery store and stopped quietly.

Waved to stop the greeted Summer, Hill coldly glanced at the people hiding in the nearby bookstore. This kind of low-level illusion and shadow illusion formation, also wanted to hide from his eyes?

The people in the bookstore pretended to die motionlessly, and continued to hide in the shadow of the bookstore. They knew very well that they were just watching instead of showing hostility. Generally, the mage of this kind camp would not attack them first.

The task they received was just surveillance. Of course, the other party tried to hire them to assassinate. The Thieves Union was originally a part-time killer.

But no one is so stupid, the news of the thieves' union is even more informed than the harpist.

How did this person clean up those high-level thieves in Silvermoon City? The shadow walkers of the entire Faerun Continent were spread.

Unless there is a way to restrict his use of magic, no thieves will do it, or who can come up with a magic-breaking dagger that can pierce the shield of the nine-ring mage as a reward for the task given first, otherwise it will be Meske's oracle, they I wouldn't do anything to this great mage either.

Most of the people who join the ranks of thieves are to make their lives better. Does anyone expect a thieves to have any beliefs in life?

There is such a thing, it must be a silly son and a silly girl in a noble family who is looking for excitement, either becoming a consumable hero in the epic, or dying without knowing where he died.

Hill frowned. This attitude of dead pigs not afraid of boiling water is indeed a bit annoying.

With a move of his finger, he completely sealed off the outer circle of the bookstore, so that outsiders could not enter, he set up a trap combining invisible wind and earth magic on this circle, and didn't even place the roof. pass.

He is really good at dealing with these guys in the shadows. As long as someone steps on them, the wind will directly lead them to the ground. They won't die, but they need to climb up for a long time.

These thieves always treat the mage of the good camp very well, but except for those apprentices who just came out of the magic tower and only know to abide by the rules, the archmage like Hill has countless kinds of dishes and they don't. The way to let yourself go against your inner will.

However, have the followers of Woking reduced to the subordinates of the hiring enemy? Is Maxk rolling laughing in the astral world, right?

Hill walked into the grocery store thoughtfully, and Summer brought his big nephew to greet him nervously: "Respected Archmage, I have never divulged your news!"

Hill raised his right hand and pressed it down. UU reading www.uukanshu.com indicated that he didn't need to care about these things. Hill had already known many things.

Of course the trap had been prepared long ago, otherwise he wouldn't be able to lay it down in an instant.

He didn't find lily of the valley for the little flower fairy.

Although he wouldn't arrange the eyeliner for surveillance in all ten towns, he must have arranged the tiny bells sprinkled by lily of the valley in Bryn Sands Town and Gortas Town.

Suzuran has been with Hill for a long time, and the abundant natural power has given her the strength to be close to a demigod, and she no longer needs a living branch to monitor peeping.

Silver bells the size of a needle tip, as long as Hill throws them on those adventurers who run around, they will naturally find a safe enough place to fall.

They don't have any magical powers, but they will pass what they hear to Lily of the valley after a while, and they need to find clues in the messy news.

Hill was just reluctant to do this before, but enemies, who cares how they feel?

Chapter end