Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 11: My grandfather is here

Hill was dizzying: I haven't seen such an interesting drama in years! The player's world is really aimed at **** off the enemy, and those who are watching enjoy it the most.

Hill has seen some people jokingly saying that the forum is hot, and it seems that they can use the tablet to see the forum.

I really want to get a tablet! Hill scratched his head and wanted to.

It's a pity that Hill is timid, and even if he gets this thing, he doesn't dare to use it. After all, once it is used, it will be completely exposed under the eyes of the God of Time and Space. Hill muttered silently: "Think of William! Poor William!" He finally controlled himself.

Hill squatted in a different direction. He saw a player browsing the alchemy recipe book. Although it is only a basic-level potion, the recipes provided by the gods are definitely more comprehensive than those in Hill's hands.

This player flipped so quickly that Hill almost took all his energy to remember it.

Suddenly someone patted his shoulder and asked, "What are you looking at?"

The massive use of mental power made Hill a little numb, so that he didn't react immediately and used spells to escape.

Her, who was in a cold sweat, turned to look at Fran who asked, "Grandfather, why are you here?"

"If someone wants to kill you, do I have to collect your corpse?" Fran said coldly, "Don't you know how many people are watching you around here? You dare to die just because of your talent?"

"Yes, yes, grandfather, I'm sorry! I will never dare again!" Hill repeatedly begged for mercy.

"What are you doing here?" Fran scolded: "I told you to stay in the Mage Tower, don't care about these things! You even dare to participate in the battle of gods as a little mage?"

Hill was surprised: "God War? He just appeared?"

"What are you talking about in God's Domain!" Fran said, "Hurry back with me!"

Hill said regretfully: "That tablet is very useful! I just read a little and added a lot of recipes."

Fran replied to him: "There is still a chance in the future. The news of the battle of the gods will come back soon. There are always people who want to run away from these undead. It's good to collect two at that time."

Hill can only answer yes, but he knows in his heart that players are afraid of nothing to do, how could they be afraid of war, and the gods are not afraid.

In their game, no matter how powerful the gods and demons are, they are only bosses that they can definitely solve. With the life pile, they are all too familiar.

The ambitions of the **** of time and space have been revealed. As long as most of his divine power is handed over to the system, the summoned players will be able to drown the human continent.

There are dozens of human kingdoms with a combined population of only 230 million. Hill has no doubts about the population size of a technological society.

Hill looked up at Frank and said, "I want to find an excuse to tell the players my address. They are welcome to visit me when they are in the West."

Fran raised his eyebrows: "It seems that you have seen a lot of information in the past few days. We have to talk about it when we go back!"

Hill knew that Flange had acquiesced. He quickly turned around and looked around.

The little wizard who looked at the basic alchemy had already walked to the stove in the corner and tried to boil the potion. Hill gently sat on the branch above his head: "Wrong, that's Schisandra, you want to put milk thistle."

The little mage who called Haw Wai Wai screamed, and hurriedly threw away the Schisandra, and put a handful of silybum seeds. Then suddenly looked up at Hill: "Who?"

Hill bowed his head and smiled at him: "Hello, I'm Hill. Hill Bolaño."

Haw Wai Wai said hesitantly: "Hello, I'm Haw Wai Wai. Excuse me, is there anything I can do to help you?"

Hill listened to the mission-specific language and smiled: "I am very curious about the legendary undead, so I came to take a look. Among so many people, you are the only one who is serious about identifying herbs, and the undead do not use potions. ?"

"No, it's just that our herbs are not the same as yours, so we can't recognize them." Haw said, "The ones who came first prefer to fight, and there will be more researchers in the future."

"Really?" Hill replied, "Actually, I still want to watch it for a few days. But the elders came to arrest me, and I appreciate your efforts."

Hill looked at Haw, who almost jumped up, and smiled crookedly: "You are currently in the northern border of Salar, and I live in the western border of the Baronion of Boraño. If one day, you are in the western border, welcome Come to my house."

Hill handed Haw Wai Wai a group of small mana potions: "I think you want to do this, this is what I did before, get it for you."

He looked at Haw Wai Wai saying thank you: "Although you are also a junior professional class, you don't seem to be very good at using spell power. Please read more basic books. Mathematics is the foundation of magic."

Hill slowly flew up, and just as he was about to put on a big one, he was carried by the collar of the **** and entered the ultra-high-speed flight mode.

Mage is indeed a high class! Hill felt that he flew back to the mage tower in about 2 hours, which was a bit like a tornado.

Seeing Adrian who had returned, Hill knew why Frank knew he had run away.

His villain complained first: "Why did you come back so early? Uncle Adrian!"

Adrian laughed angrily: "Do you know what it feels like when I come back and see you're not there?"

Hill replied: "I just went to see."

Adrian said: "You told me not to have contact with them! Then why go on my own?"

Hill diverted his attention and said: "They said at least 50,000 people will come in a month."

Flange, who had been listening in, couldn't bear it any longer: "One month?"

"Yes, they said it themselves." Hill replied: "The undead have been discussing, thinking that the small valley can't live there, and William should give the newcomer a new territory. I'm curious, so I will pay attention to it. Listen, they said that 50,000 people will have to come in after a month."

Fran said: "That's at least 50,000 people?"

"Yes, that one has probably been hidden for a long time. He is very powerful!" Hill said, "I just don't know how he accumulated the faith."

Fran replied: "It's not this world. But his roots are here, so he must return to this place to consecrate God."

Hill felt that if he was in another world, he might be the **** of games.

He asked Fran in confusion: "If it's another world, why is there a battle of gods? Which one has ended so early?"

Fran sneered: "In addition to his own time and space, that person's hand extends to entertainment and education, and even justice and fairness!"

Hill is horrified: "Justice?"

Fran said, "Are you stupid? Are justice and fairness the same thing?"

He added: "That majesty only dares to use justice."

In Hill's eyes, justice and fairness always go together, but this is definitely not the case. This continent has never pursued fairness. The God of Justice looks more like the God of Contract.

Justice is something that a righteous **** must declare. Who is offended by entertainment and education?

Fran looked at the doubtful Hill and said, "Love and literature, knowledge."

Adrian was stunned: "Knowledge?"

Fran said: "It seems that His Majesty wants to define education first."

Hill suddenly understood that professionals in this world are all single-line apprentices, there is no such thing as basic education, and it is difficult for ordinary civilians to learn to write. A servant like Bonn who can be a noble requires several generations of struggle. Lina's father was Frank's entourage back then.

What education means, the world does not even understand: for them, knowledge is expensive and needs to be treasured.

Hill didn't want to say anything, even if the **** of knowledge understood the meaning of education, he would not necessarily fight for it.

He was shocked to hear Faran say, "This time it's the rose and the scepter who are the main ones." Hill knew it was the **** of nobility and kingship. It seems that this person is very clear that fairness is the biggest threat to the foundation of the nobility.

Then the goddess of love and literature and art who has always been the **** of nobles will definitely end. Since these two have taken action, then the **** of justice and the **** of knowledge will only wait and see.

Hill thought silently: "Nobility and kingship? No one will really believe in this game. Not many people who believe in these will come to play the game."

Fran said to him: "Do you really think that one has a chance? Why would you suddenly contact the undead?"

Adrian was stunned: "Hill, didn't you always want us to contact the undead?"

Fran went on to say: "And after I said the battle of gods, you still emphasized that people will come to you when they come to the Western Territory~IndoMTL.com~ It seems that you think William can win?"

Hill said: "There are a lot of them. 50,000 people are just the first step in their mouths."

Frank was surprised: "Do you think that His Majesty's power is enough to summon more undead?"

"Although their bodies are made of divine power, they are very weak." Hill didn't want to say that the tablet was the foundation of divine power. Those bodies were actually made from tablets.

There is only 1 point of divine power, which constitutes the chip of the tablet, and this chip is also hidden.

The player's body is made of chip hook magic. Hill has noticed that the spying mages are paying attention to the bodies of the undead, exploring the contrast between the magical power and the divine power that constitute the body. In fact, there is no divine power in that body.

When players use tablets, they are taken out of their backpacks. Hill looked at it carefully, and the small bag that existed in the shape of a pocket was the motherboard of the tablet, and the divine power that constituted the chip was always hidden inside. The tablet in the player's hand is actually a computer screen.

What a genius idea. He is the **** of time and space, and each of his family members carry space bags, so no one will feel abnormal. This type of waist bag can be made by an archmage. And players use it every day, perfectly unnoticed by all prying eyes.

Even if she guessed, Hill didn't want to tell anyone.

He looked up and said, "I can feel his power. And the undead are pretty sure their master **** can summon more!"

Adrian breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's not bad. As long as my job is not affected, my majesty won't do anything casually."

Fran said: "Then don't mention it, the war of gods has nothing to do with the mage." He turned to Hill: "Where is the place you said last time? I'll go see if it's suitable to build a tower." /