Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 463: After the extreme winter, the secret surging
After Lynn's visit, Hill finally feels what a real winter is.
The reason why Lynn had the cheek to order a fruit feast with Hill was not only because he knew that the mage must have a lot of stock in his hands, but also because it was impossible for him to leave the tavern after the extremely cold weather.
Many single adventurers choose to live in pubs in the winter. They don't want to be locked in a dark little house alone, burning firewood in a daze.
Besides, there are always some people, it's okay to let them cut people with knives, and let them calculate how much wood they need to cut to survive a cold winter is like killing them.
These adventurers would rather save a sum of money and send it to Lynn.
But in the same way, Lynn doesn't dare to leave the tavern casually. Adventurers, even if they are not evil, are not good things.
Without enough deterrence, the tavern can turn them into a den, Lynn will not make his place a stronghold of evil forces.
No matter where Lynn got the news, the day after he left Hill contentedly, the outside temperature plummeted and the goose feather snow fell almost impermeably.
The small town of Cuerva fell into complete silence. Hill also received the last part of the books from Mage Hughes, and his simple letter of apology. Within 45 days, Mage Hughes could no longer copy the books for Hill. .
Hill made an estimate and understood why Hughes had to go out in such a big snowstorm. Hill gave him a few gold bars back and forth, and almost all the orders for these books were completed today.
Despite the desire for money, the Hughes mage does not violate the law of equal exchange.
Only sometimes, if you don't know the real value of things, then his equivalent exchange will not be so honest. Of course, if you don't understand, it is actually equivalent. He exchanged his knowledge for yours ignorance.
What really made Hill feel that the winter in the north was terrifying was that the forest formation he summoned was actually affected by the weather.
This is a real projection, which is several times more durable than local plants, but it may be that the dimensional space where they were before has never been so cold, even if it doesn't affect their body, these giant trees are trapped in slumber.
The reason why the maze is safe is because these big trees are monitoring everything around them at all times, and their sleep makes the maze suddenly lose half of its power.
Perhaps as Lynn said, no one will come out looking for trouble at this time, but Hill is still a little worried.
But after thinking of a lot of ways, it may have to be Masha to host, and Hill doesn't want his Tarling to waste so much energy every day in the empty snow, waiting for an enemy that may never appear .
In the end, Hill reluctantly experimented with the Water System Mystery Lock, but he did not expect it to succeed. Sure enough, ice is water.
The snow is getting bigger and denser, merging with the icy mist floating in the air.
Hill looks at the labyrinth outside every day, wondering if anyone can help him test the power of the labyrinth.
But it seems that the guests in the shadows can't stand this harsh environment, or they can't hide their existence in this environment?
The labyrinth of Hill has always been quiet, like the small town of Cuerva, without any movement other than the sound of the snow falling.
Although it is in a dimensional space, it is not completely immune to the outside world. On the narrow coast outside the villa, a thin layer of ice has formed in the ocean, and the beach has become a natural slide.
Aglaia really likes this kind of icy environment, rushing out every day to break the ice cap that just formed in the early morning, looking for her ideas in the ice-water mixture.
She has been practicing very hard, and she wants to close her spells into a loop, and even form a mythical lock.
Hill was half lying on his couch, looking lazily at the struggling Aglaia, drinking fruit wine, and occasionally looking up at the long spell catalog hanging in the middle of the study, feeling It was as if he had returned to Trahir's magic tower.
At that time, he was sitting on the patio outside the study, eating breakfast with Aglaia's daily fun of wrestling with the undead, living a happy and comfortable life.
While away from Trahill, Hill lived a life of perpetual fear, even in a safe place.
After all, security is only relative. In the face of the unknown world, no one can be 100% assured.
On the contrary, after arriving in Faerûn, Hill will not worry about his own safety. He has countless ways to escape.
No matter how violent it is, at least Faerûn won't be so easily exploded into pieces or slipped into the bottomless abyss.
And Hill also knew what the danger was imminent.
Although for ordinary people and even low-level professionals, encountering any dragon is a disaster, but it is not enough to put Hill in any danger.
He didn't want to come to Faerûn at the time, he just didn't want to see the devastated world, and it wasn't suitable for him to travel around.
Ciel doesn't know what other people will do when they come to the world where Faerûn is, but he will definitely travel all over Faerûn and then go to the other continents in the world of Toril.
Especially the strange eastern continent, he wanted to know, as a world where various gods manifest, is there a heaven, and what kind of dragon is the dragon in the east.
If there is anything to do, the winter actually goes by quickly.
When Hill discovered that Aglaia's daily ice-smashing activities could no longer be carried out, the nearly solidified ice fog outside began to slowly turn into smoke.
It feels like a little bit of vaporization in the snow under the sun, and it looks like a fairyland.
Even Aglaia, who was annoyed that the spell ring had not been completed, couldn't help but leaned into the entrance of the dimensional space, clinging to the door and looking out, even unwilling to look at the light screen in the hall.
On the day when the vaporized ice mist completely turned into water mist, Aglaia plunged into the sea water. She already had a little inspiration, and now she needs to integrate her ideas.
The sea is the source of her power, no matter what world it is.
Outside the small town of Cuerva, people also began to walk around.
Although it is still cold winter, but for professionals, wearing leather jackets can already go out of the house.
It's just that I can't go to the wilderness. After all, no matter how thick the leather jacket is, it's not my own skin, so my movements are still restricted, and I can't even bend my arms and draw a bow.
After being a cat for more than a month, even if the belief is not so pious, he will choose to visit his own temple.
For the first time, there are so many people in front of Hill's door.
People in the town already know the scope of Hill's labyrinth. Even if they are passing by in twos and threes, they will point to this side, but no one intends to try to see if Hill's labyrinth is extremely affected. influence of winter.
But Hill heard that they were betting on Hill again.
Two-thirds of people felt that the current labyrinth must be at its weakest.
No matter what tree it is, once it goes dormant, it will not wake up until the spring flowers bloom, unless it is forced to wake up.
But none of these people thought that a natural wizard with elven blood would do such a thing to hurt a tree.
Every awakening that violates the laws of nature will shorten the lifespan of these trees by a large amount, and even most of the awakened trees will no longer be able to become tree people.
Hill certainly wouldn't do that.
Lynn also thinks that Hill will not, but he also knows that in Faerun, no matter which corner of the person is, the most hated is that there is a powerful being around who can't see the strength.
He forcefully kicked out the guys who were squatting in his pub for the winter. The coldest winter is over. Even if they sleep on the streets, they can't die, not to mention that everyone actually has their own house.
Quelva is easy to settle here, there is no mayor to make money, so you can choose an open space in the town to live for almost 5 gold coins.
What's needed here is combat power, and no one expects much money from these guys.
Whether it is the temple or the library, the most important task is actually defense, so the priests and mages who come here are all good in combat, but weak in other aspects.
Otherwise, the priests of the three temples would not have any interest in preaching.
Lynn took stock of his supplies, tidy up the house, and hurried to Hill's place to take a look.
He knows that Hill lives in the dimensional space, and it stands to reason that there will be no problems.
But to have a dimensional space that lasts for so long, Hill's head has been hung with a golden brilliance. He is not a super rich person, and he can't do such a thing at all.
Like Hughes, he also knew that it would be more comfortable to live in a dimensional space in winter, but he would never do that, otherwise he would not be able to live in a mansion, and he could get a hut out of it.
Hughes doesn't even use a magic circle that brings warmth, preferring to burn wood for warmth like ordinary people.
Of course, it could also be because he has no other ability than copying scrolls.
Unlike a natural mage like Hill, who can easily find a way to make money, at least Hill must be able to alchemy pharmaceuticals, which is a natural mage's housekeeping skills.
Lin stepped **** the snow on the ground and walked to the entrance of the maze.
Those slackers would rather step on a deep pit than dig a way!
Lynn really wants to do it himself sometimes ~IndoMTL.com~ but he also wants the sheriff's face.
And if he digs a road once, he may have to dig for a lifetime in the future. He is absolutely not willing.
He looked up at Melika's temple, only the priest of the goddess could command the rangers, and he didn't know if a priest who was willing to deal with people could come.
Let's not talk about the idiot who joined the Dragon Cult, even the first one doesn't like to meddle in his own business.
But that's actually a druid, and it's normal to prefer nature.
Melikay's church doesn't actually have an organization, and it's voluntary to send people everywhere. The parish here is very mature, and it's no wonder that there are no pastors who are willing to communicate with people.
But isn't that what the Dragon Cult is doing?
Lynn gave up thinking temporarily, looked up and smiled: "Long time no see, Martha. Why is there so much fog here?"
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