Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 373: The green-leafed elf who wants to know who Hill is
The moment the Temple Square appeared, Hill heard a familiar laugh.
That's Aglaia greeting herself.
With a slight smile, he landed on the square and walked into the Sea God Temple on the right.
On the aqua blue goddess is a beautiful dress made by Hill for Aglaia.
Although Aglaia's spirit has not officially settled in the statue, the twinkling light proves that her arrival is not far away.
As the undead travel farther and farther in this world, so will the names of the Trahir gods.
As long as most of the humans of Gurns have the impression of these names, the gods of Trahir have naturally succeeded in becoming gods of Gurns.
At present, although this statue is surrounded by divine power, it is impossible to contact Aglaia.
Alice jumped out gently, and her slender body circled around the soles of Aglaia's statue quietly a few times: "I miss Aglaia a little. Although she and I grab Hill's attention. It's annoying when you're stressed."
Hill looked at the pensive kitten and said nothing. He knew that when he thought of Alice in Aglaia, he must have thought of something else.
However, Alice's character is still heavily influenced by Hill in some ways.
They have always been serious about their emotional commitment, but once withdrawn, no matter how painful it is, they will never look back.
Hill clapped his hands gently, awakening the silent white cat.
She jumped up, jumped into Hill's arms, and gently stretched out her head and licked Hill's cheek: "Kissing Hill in front of Aglaia's idol, it feels so good~"
Hill shook his head and smiled, taking Alice back to the pendant.
He looked back at the statue, hoping that the statue didn't have the function of keeping images.
Hopefully, though.
Hill walked out of the door slowly, as a smart person, he would never interfere in the quarrel between Alice and Aglaia.
Hill was surprised to see two elves entering the Temple of the Silver Moon.
He understood after thinking about it. Before the silver moon in the sky has completely fallen, these elves who have lived for a long time will worry about the moon **** they have known for a long time. It is also normal.
They wanted to see if the Silver Moon Goddess of Trahir would do anything to this world's Silver Moon for priesthood.
Hill lowered his head and thought for a while, the silver moon from their world might not necessarily come to this world.
The silver moon goddesses are very fond of their own world, and generally speaking, they will not spread the love of their own world to other worlds at all.
If it is the same universe, they may fight for it, but they are basically not interested in going to other crystal walls.
Like Shar, although she is not a silver moon, she is actually born of the goddess of the moon.
All she seeks is Toril's authority, and the rest of the universe doesn't care.
Hill saw two Radiant Knights standing quietly outside the Temple of the Sun, reluctant to leave for a long time, but also unwilling to enter.
It is somewhat understandable that their complex moods.
The sun **** of Guerns really fell so thoroughly that even the **** crystal was smashed to pieces, and the devil and the devil were divided together.
William waved in the air and asked Hill to follow him back to the palace.
Hill sighed, it seems that William still feels unsafe, and plans to go back to the stargate to use up the original crystal first.
Yes, there are only two demon lords with similar abilities to him, not to mention the **** of war who makes demons so important.
While he's still battling demons, no one knows where his limits lie.
Dare to use the self-proclaimed Devil Duke of the God of War, but he did not let the two dukes who were disguised as Black Moon and Red Moon attack them. At least their abilities should be considered extremely powerful among the Dukes.
However, Hill's way back is blocked again, and the undead will never miss the opportunity to return to blue for free.
Obviously Hill is going to follow William back to the Stargate. This is really the last time he has enjoyed it!
In the sky-shattering sound of 'Hill begging, please reply blue and blue', Hill reluctantly attracted the water mist and released the water of tranquility.
Feeling that his mana was recovering quickly, Hill lost a few natural blessings before returning to the palace.
He didn't notice, the two elves looked at him in shock, until his back disappeared at the gate of the palace, and then pulled the familiar undead to ask what Hill's identity was.
If Hill knew, he would have...
He couldn't do anything but hide and pretend he didn't know.
After Hill returned to the palace, he quickly said goodbye to William and went back to his room to continue polishing his fine gold ball, completely unaware of what happened.
Of course he won't see the sympathetic eyes of William and Spencer behind him.
If the original level of "The Little Biography of Hill" had already made Hill not wanting to meet people, after the layers of the undead's arrangement, Hill's story has been upgraded to an unknown level.
In their mouths that naturally carry the adder, Hill is already a representative of beauty and misery.
And the elves are inquiring about Hill with such undead.
Even William didn't know what kind of poor little Hill would become in the story the elf got in the end.
Spencer asked his king softly: "Hill, is indeed the most powerful human in Trahill's backstage, right? If I remember correctly, no one in our world dares to provoke him." /
Even those legendary wizards and warlocks now regret it.
Why did the undead still create such an image for him?
Don't they also know who is standing behind Hill? "
"Because of Hill, it's too approachable." William shook his head helplessly, "Although he behaves indifferently, he usually does it with a hand.
What the undead really fancy is this little effort.
In their hearts, Hill is their own.
Then those backers don't have much pressure on them, all they see is Hill.
But no matter how powerful Hill is now, in the hearts of the undead, he is a poor, unfortunate childhood. "
"Although the earl is stupid and Melanie is a little too loose, but among the Salar nobles, their behavior is not excessive, right?" Spencer said incomprehensibly, "Bishil is unfortunate. There are a lot of people! At least he has his grandfather, and the earl will be indifferent to him at best, and it will not endanger his life.
No one dares to count the noble children who die in this kind of family struggle every year. "
"Those people have nothing to do with the undead! They won't go anywhere to ask if these nobles are treating their children well." William sighed softly, "No one will go to grievances for people they don't know. ."
He glanced at Spencer again: "Besides, there are worse people, doesn't it mean that it's okay for the Earl to do that, doesn't it?"
Spencer nodded: "The story of the earl is already a negative teaching material for all nobles to educate their descendants. As long as he is a little bit nicer to Hill, he will not end up like that.
However, none of the three sons doesn't hate him, that's enough.
Even the heir hates him to the core, which really leaves people speechless. "
"The Earl is just a villain. If I didn't have me, Edward would be in the top position. He actually made the right choice. What he didn't expect was that the youngest son was not his seed." William said as fair as possible.
"Impossible." Spencer shook his head, "As long as there is a problem with the death of the old king, it must be Prince Charles.
No noble would allow such an obvious usurpation.
That is the greatest threat to the aristocracy.
They can use conspiracy, but they must not let the whole world know about this conspiracy.
Nobles and kings should be on top of each other and not become a joke in the mouths of commoner slaves.
In a world with gods, once commoners and slaves no longer regard nobles and royals as extremely noble, sooner or later a **** will be born who will completely pull them down. "
William was silent for a while: "You are the only one who will tell me this. It is true that the nobles and the gods of kingship have to fight me to the death.
My appearance is the greatest harm to the aristocracy, right? "
Spencer smiled indifferently: "The first day I swore to follow you, I understood.
It's a matter of time anyway, you're just ahead of time for this to happen. "
William shook his head and smiled, and took Spencer to his room~IndoMTL.com~ Sure enough, a system that can exist for a long time in a world, even if most of the people in power are idiots, there are definitely some Someone smart enough to support the whole system.
William asked the undead to invite a few guests back, and they were leaving.
Although I'm a little sorry for Hill, William almost laughed out loud when he saw the elf priest holding the enhanced version of "The Little Biography of Hill".
The alchemy carriage that no longer followed the slow-moving undead army was driving at a fast speed.
William frowned. He could feel that the demon lord had actually followed.
But his target doesn't seem to be William either.
"Spencer." William commanded softly, "Please mark the location of the Leafy Forest on the map for the elves, and we'll send them some way before returning to the valley."
Spencer walked away without asking any further questions.
William's carriage made a large circle after reaching the border of the Magic Kingdom.
William found the demon lord, and after discovering that the carriage was heading towards the Green Leaf Forest, he disappeared directly.
He felt a little strange that, for demons, elves really weren't the kind of enemies that had to be killed.
After sending off the thankful elves and knights, William, who turned and left, seemed to understand a little bit.
What the devil wanted to kill was the people who had been by William's side.
What they want is to create hatred between the natives of Gurns and the visitors of Trahir.
"So, who said the devil has no brains?" William complained to his cousin and Hill, "They just don't think it's necessary to use their brains, not that they don't.
If I hadn't been careful, I'd really be in trouble. "
Finding the deviation of the route and worrying about being attacked, Hill, who had been guarding William's side, let out a long breath: "It's fine."
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