Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 409: Victory in the Killing Vines
Hill lay on the window and looked at the unwilling dwarf Loos.
The turban on his head was scattered in the wind by the violent punch.
Winter Goddess is wrapping him around in circles.
"I'm going~" Hill called out uncontrollably.
Both Liszt and Alice looked outside, then looked at Hill in confusion.
"Where Bellows was born, not everyone can touch a man's turban." Hill explained slowly, then couldn't help laughing, "I no longer have to worry about what will happen to this Ross. The problem is, no matter how crazy Talos is, he will never admit that this false **** has anything to do with him.
Frost maidens are going crazy.
No matter who did this, he should be prepared to be hunted down by the God of Storms for tens of thousands of years! "
Liszt showed an expression of sudden realization. He accepted Hill's comprehensive knowledge, and he knew a little of this knowledge. For desert men, especially noble men, the only women who can help them wrap their headscarves are their mothers and wives.
He crouched in front of Alice, smiling and explaining to the little white cat.
Hill couldn't help but look up at the sky outside. From the arrogant appearance of the Winter Goddess in the early morning, to the dark of night, the opponent has lost a single combat power, and he hardly felt the passage of time.
I don't know how many gods outside the starry sky are paying attention to this place. You know, this is not just a matter of the gods.
Since the undead came to this world, everything here should be no secret.
Compared to the elf pantheon outside, the human pantheon, goblin-like gods and even evil gods, including demons and demons, should all be watching in a weird mood now.
Especially the unfortunate Mrs Venom, Hill discovered that it was not Talona, the goddess of disease and poison, but Zugmoy, the evil goddess of fungus from the bottomless abyss.
As can be seen from the name, Mrs. Venom is called Zug, and the forest where she lives is also full of various fungi, and her body is also covered with various strange-shaped toadstools.
Furthermore, the virtue of not retreating once a fight begins is exactly the same as Mrs. Fungus.
There is only one goddess of disease in this world. The poison was handed over to Mrs. Venom by the mastermind behind the scenes. With Talona's character that she does not allow anyone to despise her, this is enough for her to hunt down the mastermind for eternity. .
She'll even throw her wrath on Lady Fungus, who passively accepts it.
Hill doesn't know what he's trying to do, but Mrs. Fungus won't thank him for his kindness to turn herself into a toadstool when she sees it.
Mrs. Fungi is a demon. Although humanoid, her torso is made up of foul-smelling flat plates and curly fungi, and her lower body is also a bundle of curly, stout, whip-like pseudopods.
The most important thing is that she does seem to be eating people when she fights, but that is an attack method of a huge demon. The mushrooms swallow people and dissolve them.
She will do this to any enemy smaller than her size!
The mastermind behind the scenes turned her from a powerful lord to a perverted grandma who eats children, and then foolishly killed the undead!
Mrs. Fungus would be very angry if she found out, and demons also have self-respect!
Hill is not worried that the demon lord will not know that her past competitor, the spider queen Rose, will be happy to inform her.
The reason why Hill can still look at the sky like this is actually because of Ross and the Winter Goddess.
Liszt has completely blocked the top of the magic tower for a long time. No matter whether someone has sneaked into the defensive circle, it is impossible to quietly climb to Hill.
As for the core of Liszt, if the **** of hunting has the ability to pierce the 30-meter-thick adamantine plate directly, he might as well just rush up and kill Hill!
Anyway, the upper floor of the magic tower relies on a magic circle, and most of the walls are made of obsidian.
"Ow!" A feline scream came from behind the magic tower.
"The cry of a leopard?" Alice perked up her ears sharply, and jumped directly to the bay window where she could see the magic tower and looked down.
Hill walked over slowly, watching with Alice the huge black panther tightly entangled by the killing vines.
Alice's one paw pressed tightly against the window until the leopard's face was exposed, and she slowly retracted it.
It was an extremely ugly face, with fangs and fur dripping blood.
Although it is a very terrifying image, this is exactly what he wants to kill the vine, he is afraid that there is not enough flesh and blood!
Hill looked at the vine that had inserted all the tiny tentacles into the leopard's body and left with confidence.
"How did he get in?" Hill asked Liszt gently, leaving Alice room to calm down.
"Undead, right?" Liszt kept flipping through while holding his tablet.
Every time Liszt searches his core, he likes to act like a secretary who is desperately searching for information.
Although as the center of the magic tower, he is actually more like mobilizing his memory to search directly, and he can complete this work in a few minutes.
"The only possibility is when the undead set traps outside some time ago." Liszt replied, "At that time, the defense outside the magic tower had some loopholes. If he followed the pace of the undead entering the magic tower, It is indeed possible to hide in the store.
There were too many people coming in and out in those days, and he may have turned into a small ordinary animal, and the defense formation didn't notice it at all. "
Hill nodded and said nothing. The arrival of the undead can't be only beneficial. He doesn't care about this little trouble.
This **** of hunting, if it really follows the original settings, probably Amber, who was killed by Alice, is much stronger than him.
Hill lowered his head and glanced at it. After being caught, this guy's divine power could no longer be hidden. Hill could feel that his power was indeed very low.
Even demigods can chase down weak gods who kill him, and Hill doesn't think his vines will fail.
Hill walked back to the front window, watching Ross and the Winter Goddess intently, not Alice, who was staring at the bottom.
"Sir." Liszt floated a sideways glance at the little white cat.
Hill shook his head silently. Even if he made up his mind to be completely separated from Merkel, it would not change that Alice's former love. It's normal for her to be touched, and she doesn't need to worry too much.
It's the Storm King, who seems to be gnashing his teeth at the useless hunter.
It seems that this **** of hunting is called a hunter in this world.
With such a perfunctory name change, the God of Hunting is indeed a despised existence in any camp!
Hill cheered up, the backhand was useless, the two below should use their real skills.
It's been a day's delay, and although I don't know what's going on elsewhere, Hill feels confident enough to drag the undead over.
Going out of the magic tower to fight Ross and the Winter Goddess, Hill would never be that stupid.
This is the world of the mastermind behind the scenes. If he really likes Hill's artifact, he won't necessarily have to create dozens of gods to deal with Hill.
Of course, in that case, his idea of blocking the undead must have failed.
But Hill doesn't think there's any point in this world being reserved. The guy hiding behind the scenes probably only thinks about using the waste, and when he gets the benefit, he runs away quickly.
Before the undead came over, Hill would still have to be stubborn. He was originally a god, and he never had the pleasure of automatically sending people's heads.
Hill sorted out his equipment and unhesitatingly unleashed his earth-based skills on oil paintings.
The endless meteor smashed straight down, smashing deep pits on the ground.
The huge impact directly caused a raging fire, and the use of wind spells is likely to cause fire.
Even Ross can only swing a hammer and smash those meteors.
Winter Goddess can only dance the axe into a circle, and the Storm King, who was still in love with her just now, has no intention of helping her resist any damage.
Hill touched the amulet hanging on his waist, took it off gently and held it in the palm of his hand, he needed to wait for a suitable moment.
After dancing for another half an hour, the Winter Goddess finally couldn't stand it anymore. She was actually not uninjured in the storm. The power to fight evil is not under the control of Loss. The sand scraping is a kind of kindness to her. harm.
And, if it wasn't for Ross asking her to hold on to it, Amber might not have fallen.
Who wants to get the mage in the magic tower without hitting himself, who looks like he is going to die, but runs straight to Amber, who is alive and kicking!
It's all Ross's fault!
If he hadn't seduced him with the Ring of Winter, the Winter Goddess would never have come out to trouble the mage herself!
Winter Goddess can feel that this meteor shower seems to have a large range, but the strongest force is going towards Loss. She moves back with small steps carefully, waving her axe while hitting and retreating.
"Oona! Where are you going?" Ross finally found that his allies had retreated to the rear, leaving the meteor shower to himself~IndoMTL.com~ What can I do? "The winter goddess named Ouna said pitifully, her cold and hard ice face suddenly turned into a pitiful big goblin, "I don't have the strength to resist the power of the artifact!" Why would Ross not help me at all?
I even share my priesthood with you! "
Loss was not moved at all, just sneered: "If you dare to run, you'd better pray that I die here!"
"Is this an infighting?" Alice slowly walked over and hung herself on the window to watch the farce below.
Hill glanced at Liszt, he nodded, and went to deal with the matter over the vine.
Since the hunter is dead, the killing vines had better go back to the magic tower, so as not to stay outside and can't help but get promoted .
"Which one do you play now?" Alice summoned her fine gold ball again, staring down tightly.
It seems that she has calmed down and is looking for a punching bag.