Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 445: The Deer Tavern in the small town of Cuerva

Hill knew that what he needed now was a map.

And then try to find a way to go to the seaside. Since the clone of Aglaia has followed him to Faerun, it can't be in vain.

Maybe I can establish a **** name before this avatar dissipates!

Bullying other gods Hill is a little worried, but the sea goddess, Hill thinks he can handle it.

Hill had a random chat with the tree, only to get bad news.

This is a very cold mountain, and the winter lasts so long that even such a tall tree can only stay awake for half a year.

And there are dragons.

Although the color of the big tree is not clear, at least one can be identified.

The very cold northern mountains with the dragon's lair, Hill sighed softly, wouldn't he be in the Nether Mountains?

He persevered and asked the tree carefully, and finally determined his location.

Although he fell near the dragon's lair, these blue dragons had just fought and lost many of their men, such as the fringe area where Hill was without patrolling hobgoblins.

Hill remembers this family of blue dragons called 'Blood of Moremi'.

This is the largest dragon lair near the Silvermoon Alliance, originally home to six blue dragons.

He remembered that two young couples killed his own father and drove his mother away.

Seems to have fought with followers of the abusive goddess Lauvita for some reason.

Of course, the most important reason Hill will remember these dragons is that they created the dragon-veined hobgoblins.

Bored people, the focus is always in this subtle place.

It has left some benefits for the current self. At least Hill can confirm his position. Now, as long as you go south, you can reach the Silver Moon Alliance.

It looks like their battle with Lauvita's monastery is over, but it's a lot of convenience for Hill.

Although not afraid of the dragons, Hill doesn't like trouble.

After confirming the direction, he said goodbye to the big tree that helped him, and after delivering the gift, he ran to the south without looking back.

What better place for Hill in Faerûn than Silvermoon City?

The result of the blue dragon going mad here, Hill also remembers, went to the orcs.

And Silvermoon City is almost a paradise for mages. Of course, they have to be rich.

If you don't have money, you can only count on yourself to be talented, and the supreme lady, Alastro, likes to help talented young people.

Though Hill did not have Faerun's money, he carried a lot of purer gold bars.

The thought of knowledge that can be bought with money makes him jump between the branches with excitement.

When moving, Hill can feel the faint dragon pressure.

Hill didn't feel any danger at all.

Ordinary dragons really have no pressure on him, and even Lingjue has not issued any warnings.

Sure enough, as soon as he got started, he encountered the Taikoo Red Dragon and two dragon kings, which made him misjudgment about the dragon family.

Hill quickly left the blue dragon's turf, bypassing the doomed fortress.

He still couldn't help but glance, but now it's just ordinary hobgoblins standing guard here.

Finally confirming the hobgoblin's height, Hill looked back at the direction of the cave in confusion.

Although I've heard about dragons for a long time, as long as it's the mother's, the gap is too big, isn't it?

Hill spread his wings of wind and thunder and flew into the sky, looking around.

The place where he came out was the edge of the desert, which should have been flying westward.

It didn't take long for him to fly before he saw the first town.

Hill, who didn't want to stop at first, saw a large number of half-elves in the town below, he couldn't help but fall down.

It's very close to the High Forest, so I might hear some news.

However, before falling, the crystal flower coat must be converted into a traditional mage robe. The undead kind, although easy to move, is too awkward here.

Hil only hopes that those goddesses of love and beauty have seen more undead girls' refreshing robes and beautiful dresses, and they can spread the word when they come back, otherwise, Hill will not be used to this kind of spacious robe.

People from the Silver Moon Alliance have long been accustomed to flying mages, and not many people are curious about Hill's appearance.

Of course, the respectful attitude is always there.

Faerun's legal profession hasn't been hit yet, and it's still a mage!

Hill strolled through the town called Cuerva and observed the higher-level professionals, who seemed to like going to a tavern.

Hill felt the friendly and peaceful atmosphere of this forest town, and couldn't help walking into the lively Minglu Tavern.

"Hey~ Outsider, do you want a drink?" Hill received a cheerful greeting as soon as he walked in.

"I only drink fruit wine." Hill replied casually, and quickly sat down to the last empty table.

Here is a ranger-based profession, and no one will make fun of him for not drinking spirits.

However, there was a loud bang in the tavern, and many people stomped their feet and raised their glasses.

"Haha! I just said, if you grow up like this, you must be a half-elf!" A half-elf wearing elf leather armor shouted cheerfully, "The loser of the bet will pay the money voluntarily!"

"Did he admit it! It's not normal for a mage to speak Elvish!" a human warrior shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Don't struggle, Tyne, his language is typical golden elf language, which is not what mages learn." The bartender who first asked Hill brought a cup of pure water to Hill with a tray. Golden drink.

"Dear Mr. Mage, please forgive our boredom. Summer is coming to an end soon, and after the snow has closed the mountains, we have spent the year safely again.

They're all a little overexcited. The bartender smiled and spoke to Hill in Elvish language, "Did you just leave the forest, sir? Not sure how your lingua franca works? "

Hill blinked and replied slowly, "Not bad. Is there anything to eat?" He changed it into Common.

"Your way of speaking is too classical." The bartender shook his head, "It's okay to communicate with mages, but it may sound a bit difficult for ordinary people.

The elders of your family probably haven't been out for a long time, right? I remember that this was a preferred term in the old Nether era. "

Hill nodded silently: According to the time on Faerun's side, it seems that the Elf God King and the others are indeed old antiques from a long time ago.

"Are you planning to go to Silvermoon City?" the bartender said cheerfully, "Wait a minute, I'll go get you one of our most famous signature meals."

"Please call me Hill." Hill thought about it and smiled at the friendly bartender.

"I'm Lynn." The bartender who was about to reach the bar replied loudly, "It's a singer!"

O devotees of Myril, the **** of singing!

Appears to be a part-time cleric bard.

Soon, Lynn came out holding a large iron plate: on the left are two seafood hot dogs, which are mixed with seafood and cheese sauce and stuffed into hot dog buns.

In the middle are salted lamb chops stacked into a hill.

On the right is sausage and a few large meatballs. Beneath the sausage is a generous amount of mashed potatoes.

"Try it!" Lynn put the big iron plate in front of Hill at once, "This is our family's signature meal! Even Silvermoon City doesn't have it! Many people have come all the way for this!"

There was a burst of laughter from the side: "Lynn! It's too much! One day you will be finished when the chef of Silvermoon City finds you!"

Hill laughed and pointed to the seat opposite: "Talk with me! It's my first time here, and I really don't know anything. Order what you want, and I'll treat you."

Lynn nodded in satisfaction and went back to get himself a glass of wine.

Hill could feel that he wasn't taking any expensive wine, after all, many of the rangers sitting around were drinking this.

"This is Acquavit." Lynn said to Hill with a smile, "It's too cold in the north! You'll get used to drinking this kind of strong liquor after a long time. You're not used to it now, and don't drink it if others encourage it! This wine is really strong, even those dwarfs can throw it down."

Hill couldn't help shaking his head and smiling: "I'm a mage, and I can't drink spirits."

Then there was a frenzied laughter around, and someone was even whistling and stomping their feet.

Hill is a bit baffled, mages are not allowed to drink alcohol! Is it the same in any world?

"They're not laughing at you." Lynn sighed, "You look like an academic. I don't know what a wild mage is. They say you can't even cast fire magic without drinking.

They are happy. Next time they go out on patrol with the mage, they can satirize those guys. "

Hill blinked, not knowing what to say.

It's normal for mages to secretly drink alcohol, but drinking to the point where even rangers despise it is too depraved.

"Mage, why did you come in?" The half-elf who walked around and collected the money jumped over, "Those guys are all bought and drunk, and they never want to sit in."

"But this is originally a place to drink and eat." Hill said lightly, "Of course you come in and eat when you are hungry."

"Eh~" the half-elf laughed, "Don't be angry~ It's rare that there are mages willing to enter the place where the rangers are staying. What did your elders say?"

Hill raised his eyes and looked at him: "The nobility of a mage lies in the heart, not in who to sit and eat with."

He showed a sharp smile and condensed a ball of lightning on his fingers: "The truth is within the range, isn't it?"

The half-elf smirked and stepped back: "I'm sorry! I won't disturb you guys chatting."

"Can you put that thing away?" Lynn stood by with his wine glass~IndoMTL.com~ afraid to sit down, "I always thought it was going to blow up in my face!

Your mage level must be high. "

Hill nodded reservedly: "Not bad."

He picked up the knife and fork and began to eat slowly. He looked very elegant, and Lynn couldn't help but sigh: "Did you grow up with a full set of elf education?"

"No, my father is a noble." Hill swallowed a mouthful of sausage before answering, "Is this venison? It tastes really good."

"Yes, our specialty here." Lynn replied with a smile, "Buy more if you like it. Silvermoon City is full of spices, and the meat is gone."

Hill thought about it before asking, "Can I wrap it around?"

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