Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 80: Wolfpack’s Savannah and Hill’s New Magic
Compared to the **** of casting and craftsmen, the **** of nobles, who is very close to elves, is more trustworthy. The **** of nobles does not obey the elves.
Otherwise, this casting method of killing monsters and extracting the soul will spread to the human world, and human beings will definitely be classified as evil by the will of the world.
Hill can imagine that after human beings learn it, they will only use those irrational monsters in the beast tide with confidence at first, but how dangerous it is!
There will definitely be people who will kill those single monsters who are indifferent to the world and just want to live their own lives.
And if this is the case, there is no neutral good camp in this world, and it can only be completely turned to evil!
If you don't want to be thrown into the abyss, the will of the world can only cultivate monsters!
It would be better for the monsters to kill all humanoid creatures, and the world would not be willing to accompany the fallen into the abyss with them!
What did the **** of nobility hear to prevent the **** of foundry and craftsman from becoming bigger in the first place?
Humans at that time would definitely want to get the casting method of dwarves. After all, at that time, human professionals were even more pitiful.
In the history books, the first human kingdom, the domain of Dionisio, started out as a small basin in a valley.
The **** of nobility was able to build a country, and he also received a lot of help from elves and dwarves.
Hill touched his forehead and slowly thought, when did the **** of nobles start to be hostile to the **** of casting that the dwarves cultivated, and firmly suppressed the craftsmen under the status of nobles?
As a demigod, why does the **** of casting and craftsman allow his status to become so illusory?
The Mages Association and the Warlock Tower, at that time, did not exist!
Hill sighed. He felt that the history of mankind was already very chaotic because of the participation of dwarves and elves, but now it seems that there may be people in the dark.
Although the **** of nobility was close to the elves at that time, he did not completely surrender to the elves.
The **** of foundries and craftsmen, who is fully supported by the dwarves, doesn't really have the upper hand, does he?
Maybe the elves are waiting for his help, so humans can only become vassals of elves!
However, I don't know who, helped the **** of nobles and suppressed the **** of casting and craftsman cultivated by the dwarves, but he did not stay for a long time, otherwise the **** of nobles would not come behind, and be killed by elves again Pulled in.
But it's just being drawn in. Humans are still an independent race.
Elves and dwarves can only think of other ways.
Limited by the will of the world, they can't do more, unless the human is willing to fall.
There are only other ways to tempt human beings to fall and pursue a life of pleasure.
But the beast tide has preserved the high-level combat power of human beings.
Elves and dwarves can only consume human alertness for a longer period of time.
Unfortunately, the method of slowly corroding human beings has just had some effect, and the **** of time and space was born.
Hill is a little happy, the will of the world still favors humans.
So as long as human beings keep it up and don't do too much evil, the will of the world will not allow the monsters to grow rapidly enough to threaten the survival of human beings.
Hill looked at the wolves outside through the window of the hut, wondering if the white wolf knew this?
Hill sighed and picked up another leather bag.
Then I found out that this is what the White Wolf really wanted to give him.
An artifact-level seed bag.
As soon as Hill's mental power entered, he saw endless small grids.
Focus on which grid, and it will show what kind of seed it is, what it is useful for, and how to plant it.
If Hill puts seeds into it, this artifact will automatically identify the type, put it in a special small grid, and also distinguish the activity of the seeds.
If a new seed is put in, Hill will have to communicate with the artifact and tell him the details of the seed.
The artifact will give a preliminary planting method. When Hill is planting outside, if there is any problem, the artifact will find a solution according to the memory of the inheritance.
This is an artifact of an Elven Druid.
Hill frowned and communicated carefully.
As an artifact that has been used for many years, he quickly showed that his master, the Moon Elf Druid, did not die in the hands of the wolf god.
But it was true that he was seriously injured after being attacked by a sneak attack. After fleeing into the wilderness, he still did not recover.
The demigod druid may have been dead for thousands of years, except for the bones, only the artifact remains silent in the wilderness.
The shape of his bag is inconspicuous, and even if ordinary monsters pass by, no one is interested.
Except for the Silver Wolf who is already a demigod.
When the wolf **** wandered over there, he picked up this bag.
But he had no desire to plant. After confirming that it was a seed bag, he kept it in the warehouse.
Hill is really helpless. Did the goddess of hunting know that her demigod died like this?
At that time, the gods could still come to the world. If a demigod died, wouldn't he even look for it?
Hill suspects that at that time, even the goddess of the hunt may not have fully occupied the voice of the moon elves. There are many moon elves who do not want him to be too close to these foreign elves.
But after all, the goddess of hunting is the main god, and the lord of the moon elves is the only one who obeys her.
So these demigods can only leave the Elven Forest.
Then who killed him, was it the Elf God King or someone else?
Makes the Moon Elf completely unable to be independent.
No matter whether the white wolf understands the will of the world or not, he still stayed here for three days to contain the wolves that came from all over the place.
Hill didn't plan to leave the hut afterwards. Even though the white wolf commanded the wolves in the water system and washed the bloodstains and residues on the mountain every day, the smell of blood was still terrifyingly strong.
The moon on the last night seemed to be very bright.
The huge moon hangs almost on the top of the mountain, and the giant white wolf squatting, the hair turns silver against the background of the moonlight, reflecting the faint light.
He led the pack of wolves standing on the mountain peaks, howling loudly at the moon.
They are describing the grief and desolation of the wolf clan over the past ten thousand years, as well as their eternal belief in the moon god.
Hill looked at the wolves lying quietly under the moonlight, and knew in his heart that when the sun rose tomorrow, the wolves would set out to find their own territory.
And this place has probably long been determined in White Wolf's heart.
He just wanted to go all the way and accept wolves all the way, but he never thought that the high-level wolves in ten thousand years would have only so much.
Hill silently waited until the first ray of sunlight gently sprinkled on the top of the mountain, and put away his hut.
He landed gently beside the white wolf, ignoring the wolves peeping at him in a commotion.
The white wolf glanced at Hill and instructed Hill to tighten himself and run with the wolves.
Their goal is to head north.
After running fast for a long time, the wolves stopped in front of a mountain several thousand meters high. The white wolf raised his left front paw and gently tore apart a piece of camouflage.
The mountain in front of Hill split in half, revealing a narrow valley in the middle.
The valley is very long, and with Hill's eyesight, he can barely see the exit on the other side.
The white wolf raised his feet and walked slowly into the grass several meters high with the wolves.
On the hillsides on both sides, there lived a large number of vultures. They stood high and looked at the wolves with cold eyes.
However, the number of wolves was too large, and the vultures circled for a long time, and finally did not fly down to attack.
In this world, the animals are generally huge, and these vultures are only about 3 meters wide when they open their wings, so it is impossible for them to be enemies with wolves.
Birds are not currently on the enemy list of these beasts.
Flying down can only be sent to death.
Birds live so long because they can fly. Presumably this is why they still maintain their numbers.
Living is the life-long pursuit of Warcraft.
On the other side of the valley, there is a prairie with lush water plants and herbivores.
Those vultures can maintain so many numbers, probably thanks to the rabbit voles everywhere.
The arrival of the wolves frightened these timid animals. After living carefree for so long, they finally welcomed their natural enemies.
Hill followed the white wolf, looked at the vast and pure grassland, felt another kind of purity, and his mood was much calmer.
The cold wind blowing from the valley ruffled his long hair, causing Hill to look back in surprise.
It was probably closed all the year round, but it was opened for the first time in ten thousand years. There was a strong wind in the valley, and the cyclones rushed into the grassland one after another.
White Wolf motioned Hill to follow him.
His dignified and solemn performance made Hill understand that this place should be the land of the wolf **** ten thousand years ago.
Before dying with the abyss, the wolf **** completely sealed off the prairie.
At that time, the wolf clan was the overlord all over the world, and he didn't need this hiding place at all. He probably just wanted to leave a memory for his younger brother after a long period of isolation.
Unexpectedly, ten thousand years later, it has become the only place for the wolf clan to live.
The white wolf walked step by step with the wolves~IndoMTL.com~ A silver light gradually rose from her body.
The silver light echoed in the distance, telling them that it was their destination, the eternal home of the wolves.
Hill followed quietly, a new spell emerged in his mind.
He finally embedded the wind rune into the ice storm.
In the past, this spell was a icy swirling ice and snow, but now, it is a sharp blade with claws and claws in a tornado.
Hill quietly stared at the spell model in the spiritual sea, where he first described a hybrid spell in the spiritual sea.
During this time, no matter how much Hill comforts himself, no matter how much benefit he gets.
He is still resentful, and no one wants to be a tool man.
It is also because of this that Hill, who has always been gentle and has a hard time awakening powerful spells, is the first to actively awaken a Forbidden Spell-level attack spell.
Looking at this spell model, he quietly landed on his spell ring, standing between the wind and water elements. Hill knew that as long as he returned to the territory, he could consider the advanced legend.
At the same time, he also learned another spell, the Cone of Ice: a fan-shaped icy wind blows forward, freezing enemies within 100 meters.
Hill, chuckled lightly, he really thinks he's a very interesting person now.