Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 179: The Hill, who unleashes the blessing of nature, is coveted

  Chapter 276 Hill, who unleashes the blessing of nature, is coveted

   Seeing William's complacent expression, Spencer smiled helplessly.

   It seems that William is really convinced that the Mages Association will make concessions to Salar.

   is not incomprehensible, at least the frustrated mages who almost jumped off the cliff to commit suicide 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 magic circle still be done?" Spencer couldn't help but ask, "That's Silver Moon! It's impossible to continue helping you."

  "Isn't there a Silvermoon Warlock?" William laughed, "They can't be so delicate and powerful, but ordinary ones are fine, I just need to add some time magic.

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

  I don't think anyone would think that if I annoyed me, I would still care about the dignity of the king.

   I can sell things for a little more at the price.

   If it wasn't for some reason, I didn't plan to wait for the Mage Association's response, and I would sell it directly.

   Forget it, that is, wait a minute.

The big guy    has prepared the magic book, which happened to be sent to King's College together with the wind element. When someone learns the time-acceleration spell on their own in the future, it will be easier to handle. "

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

   "That will take a long time." He sighed softly.

   "The mages are not idiots, and they won't turn a blind eye to the foreseeable future. My request for them is not to obey Salar's orders." There was a trace of coldness in William's eyes, "Just let them maintain the bottom line of being human. Before becoming an existence beyond the gods, it is too early to treat humans as ants!"

   Spencer nodded silently.

   "Have a good rest! Dear cousin." William smiled warmly and said cruel words, "You will probably be busy tomorrow."

   Spencer raised a rare trace of anger: "What's the matter? Even if I don't do well, they're not scolding me. I'm going back to sleep!"

  William hasn't become a **** yet! There's no way anyone could call him by his name.

  Salarians are used to calling him His Majesty the King, but the undead don't care.

   When Spencer was busy dying, he wanted to do something and let the undead scold him fiercely.

   It was all because of his last sense of honor as a knight that he suppressed the evil intention of letting his king follow him.

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

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

  Others, at most, you have to **** in your heart, and you can never put them into action.

  Most of the military nobles in Salar are still very military-like, and William has always been very fortunate that he landed in this country.

   The rest, even if it was Cortez or Heva Saldo, he had to go crazy and choose to overturn the table and restart the stove.

   Then it must not be as easy as it is now, and the quest for the undead will be a bit more bloody.

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

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

  William's mouth twitched. Back then, he scolded many dogs for planning, and shouted every day how good he would have done, but now it's a bit hard to be scolded for tens of thousands of times.

  The door of the hall closed instantly, 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 devil might not run to this camp where William would appear at any time and the eyes of the gods often stared at, Hill still felt that he was sailing carefully.

  What if this is the kind of idiot who believes that the most dangerous place is the safest place?

  Anyway, people like Hill will hide in the farthest and most impossible places.

   But this is the devil! He is still a demon who crouches under the eyes of elf dwarves all year round. Who knows if his thinking has become so confused that he can't understand it in the abyss.

   Hill silently flew down the pit.

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

  Hill knew that after discovering the devil, William ordered to abandon all small towns except the center line.

   He will only rebuild the city on a straight line from Dionisio directly to Central City.

   During this time, sunflowers and various moss that can be purified are also planted.

   But he is still collecting sunflower seeds, and any excess will be scattered to the original cities.

  Although Hill didn't inquire about it, the hundreds of thousands of people in this triangular area eventually turned into a mere 50,000 people in the small temporary camp outside the central city.

   What a terrible truth this represents, anyone can understand.

   In that fully enclosed camp, the undead come 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, he has stayed within the scope of the oil painting for a long time, and the hidden devil worshipper can't hold on.

  The people who live there are probably suffering a lot now.

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

   knows that he is really safe. After the king of mankind is willing to free them, these original slaves are almost the same every day.

  Although they also live within the radiation range of a painting, they kneel and worship the painting hanging in the middle of the camp every morning and evening.

   Fortunately, they also know how to thank King Salar, otherwise Hill would suspect that this is a believer prepared for the sun god.

   But they behaved so well, and William didn't allow one of them to be released. Hill wondered, he planned to lock these people until all the cities were rebuilt, and then decide how to arrange their whereabouts.

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

   Back on the ground, he informed Adrian that the construction of the city could begin.

   When Spencer was not outside, Hill informed the captain of the guard.

   He didn't know why, laughed oddly, and went back to the kingship to find Spencer.

   Spencer was quick to post the fill assignment.

   About a hundred thousand undead began to take out their small bags.

  The soil brought from the territory of Salar slowly filled the deep pit and the long tunnel dug by them.

   Only left a circular passage with a height of tens of meters 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 doing, but he also found out that no matter what William did, he would take into account the lives of ordinary people.

   However, the area of ​​the deep pit left is indeed twice as large as the original central city.

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

   He had heard that Spencer asked the undead to go out and sow seeds after the soil was filled.

  Hope, the excitement will be less in a few days.

   The identification technique of the **** of time and space, but even how tall these flowers and plants can grow, not to mention the color.

   The imaginative and compositional abilities of the undead, Hill has absolutely no doubts.

   When Hill got up, he found that Adrian had already brought people to lay the foundation of the central city.

   Even the land that should be hardened has been transformed.

   Looks like both Adrian and Spencer have had a busy night.

   Before the sun rises, Hill took the time to go to Sunflower Park to wait for the first wave of seeds.

   He found that William now attaches great importance to the sunflower, and has begun to isolate the undead and the sunflower in the magic circle.

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

   Hurry up and collect some seeds.

   Satisfied with the harvest of the seeds, Hill felt that no matter what the use of the flowers and plants was for William in the future, he would not lose money.

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

  After William came back, the isolation circle was closed!

   They are used to it, so are they all ignored?

   The sequelae of this illusion formation are so great! Why does he think these mages and druids are a little silly.

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

   He spread his blessings from his heart as far as possible.

  The land near the central city, under the gentle breeze, slowly grew green seedlings.

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

   This feeling of vitality makes him too comfortable.

   He glanced at the guests in the forest formation and turned back to his cloud house.

   originally wanted to use the tranquil water once in the forest formation, but the people inside, Hill really didn't want to take advantage of them.

   Just go back to rest, and wish you another blessing tomorrow.

   He completely ignored the performance of the few peregrine falcons below, and let the gray peregrine falcon staring at Hill with a burning gaze, and lowered his head in disappointment.

   Looks like this kid ~IndoMTL.com~ doesn't like the druid.

  Violet flapped her wings and flew towards Flange, who was standing in front of the study window.

  Fran looked at the gray peregrine falcon that was rushing towards him, and waved her gently into the defensive circle.

   Violet, who swaggered into the window and landed on the ground, regained her half-elf appearance.

   "The defense formation you opened, even ordinary animals can't enter? It's a legend, are you still so careful?"

  "Is it too tired to hang on the tree?" Fran said expressionlessly, "Lie down for a while, it's okay, I can understand."

  "You don't know Druid at all." Violet sneered, "For a bird, standing in a tree is the most comfortable time."

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

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

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  (end of this chapter)