Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 530: Ransendell’s helpless advice

Hill poured himself a glass of fruit wine, with a large golden wing spread out in front of him beside him, indicating that he would like a glass too.

There's obviously juice on the little table over there.

Looks like this guy smells alcohol.

Hill pondered for a while, and poured him a glass of so-called fruit wine. In fact, the multi-flavored fruit juice that even children can't get drunk. This is also a kind of cocktail. But in fact there is no alcohol at all.

He wouldn't give the Dawn Lord any chance to cause trouble.

If an existence like Ransendell gets drunk in Hill's place, then he can only watch.

Above the water curtain, the heroic Princess Irebeth said with a bad face: "Go and see if there are any traps around, I brought you with me, not to watch you act!

Aren't you the most inquisitive? Isn't it said that Neverwinter has no secrets you don't know? Even the defense of the palace can't stop your dexterous footsteps.

I'm waiting to see you work that!

If I hadn't found a better one, how could I have brought someone like you with me! "

"In this world, can you find a second good-aligned rogue? Beautiful Irebeth!" Morrison twisted his body and laughed, "Don't do it for those who make money. Small ads are angry!

That's all means of making a living, it's better than me paying for it!

I am the future shadow master!

Musicians in the Shadows~"

Hill glanced at Morrison in surprise.

There are really long-standing thieves who are still in the good camp! While he was definitely confused, it was surprising enough.

It seems that there are very few experienced thieves in the good camp.

He's a member of the Hill Territory! The townspeople would be terrified to know that a thief had been living with them for so long.

Maybe it's because everyone is a latecomer, and they don't carry much supplies with them. People in that large residential area are not vigilant.

But it looks like a middle-aged thief whose main job should be to gather intelligence, otherwise it is impossible to maintain a good camp.

Hill smiled sideways, wouldn't he be a harpist scout?

Irebeth sneered and said, "Go to work! If the trap is not fixed, if you die in it, you will be a dead musician in the shadows!

Also, you were chosen because you were a master magic tool maker, not a thief!

I know how much money you sell all kinds of traps!

You just love peeping!

If you don't want to be beaten by me, hurry up and do things! "

Morrison walked away dejected.

Sure enough, he has his own means of making a living, so he can maintain the faction, otherwise, the other identity of the thieves is the killer.

How could it be possible to make money to sustain a thief's career by selling gossip alone, giving him the hope of being promoted to Master of Shadows.

When Morrison was exploring the surroundings, only one female thief was sent from other cities, obviously a novice who could only follow behind Morrison, learning by doing.

Fortunately, there were no complicated traps in the small square in front of the temple, and Morrison only cleared a few.

After all, this place used to be one of the main temples of Baal. It was very prosperous, and there was an endless stream of believers.

Even if Baal's followers play the trick of murder, they won't have time to show off their murderous skills with another believer in front of their master god.

Princess Irebeth nodded to several leaders in other cities, and walked directly to the gate of the temple without hesitation.

No **** would set a trap on his temple gate unless he didn't need faith.

At least every **** in Toril welcomes strangers into their temples, and every belief is worth cherishing.

Of course, what you will encounter after entering, you have to see whose temple.

Irebeth seems to have more adventurous experience. She left a Druid to stay outside. After people in other cities found out, they hurriedly rearranged people.

There are actually two bards and one ranger left.

A bard looks like a multi-level cleric, but not Myril's.

And the ranger's peculiar but light footsteps give the impression that he may also have an agility-type sidekick.

Hill hesitantly glanced at the people who entered. Did they choose to bring all the warriors in because they wanted to carry the treasure easily?

But in a undead manipulative place like the Temple of Baal, a multi-cleric bard is more likely to survive than a fighter, right?

It's not to deal with living people. It needs powerful strength. As long as there are enchanted weapons, ordinary people can knock ghosts to death.

Mind resistance is more important!

Hill shook his head. It seemed that although the higher-ups in the temple knew what was going on, these nobles and city leaders were kept in the dark.

Again, the Slate of Destiny will not be written in such detail, at most a few special beings will be marked.

Identifications like the Son of Baal and the Neverwinter Princess do not refer to a specific person.

The gods also have to wait until the beginning to find out where this doomed destiny will appear.

Their preparations were not necessarily a few days earlier than Hill.

Watching the adventurers file in, Aglaia sighed: "It's impossible for us to see what happened next.

This temple still has its owner. "

With Baal's previous mighty power, what happened in his temple can only be seen by AO in the whole of Toril.

Only with his complete demise will everything in the temple be revealed.

Hill nodded and poured her a glass of juice: "We'll just wait for the results, good or bad."

"What method did you use to make those dragons willingly hide?" Ransendall asked, tilting his head, "The biggest trouble in your territory is that little golden dragon, which is too weak and too useful. .

I thought you had to get involved too!

Which adventure story doesn't have a cute little dragon just coming of age?

This is the best fit for you, lawful good golden dragon!

I haven't seen something this small in years.

With him around, all of Faerûn's metal dragons would have to be involved. "

"Actually, Terry understands." Hill said with a smile, "including his parents, they all know that something must have happened.

But they can't guarantee that they can control their desires.

So after finding a place where they could pass the time, they simply went in.

It's a scavenger hunt, with some gold and silver jewels in it, which is really attractive to dragons.

Also, now Terry is not the smallest golden dragon, the earliest eggs in Bahamut have hatched.

There are several golden dragons inside! "

Hill tried to put it lightly.

The labyrinth array and the locks are double shielding. It takes a lot of energy for Lansendel to see through.

He glanced at the mountains to the south, and felt that the Silver Moon Dragon Queen family was probably more addicted to the treasure hunt.

The big peacock, who croaked twice, said regretfully, "It sounds like a fun game, and I'll get one to play when I go back.

Unfortunately, I can't go to your place.

Only you and Aglaia can get in touch with me a little bit. After all, there are relatively few things here.

By the way, Hill, would you mind building a Dawn Tower here? "

The big peacock rolled his golden eyes and asked Hill with a smile.

"Where do you want to build?" Hill asked curiously, "I don't have a place here?"

Although the Sword Mountains are very long, they are relatively barren. Hill also sprinkled a lot of seeds from trees in the extremely cold region, but one year is not enough for these small trees to fully grow.

He just optimized the seeds so that they can all grow. The natural power in the Mystery Lock has already made these flowers, plants and trees grow very fast.

All the clearings in Hill's territory, no matter how small, are overgrown with weeds and flowers from nowhere.

Also, the highest peak has been occupied by Terry. Hill couldn't choose to let his friends give up the place. If Ransondel really wanted to come in, he could only be on the beach. In fact, it was okay, but he might not be willing to be neighbors with Tyre.

"It's not here, it's the wasteland behind." Ransendell laughed. "There's a place I'm very interested in."

Hill couldn't help but glanced at the Lord of Dawn. Could he have already made up the idea of ​​'Lathander' at this time?

"The ruins in the wasteland in the back?" Hill said calmly. "You don't need to ask me, I never care about things beyond my control."

"Aren't you planning to expand your sphere of influence?" Ransendall's eyes widened, "Even if it's a god, he hopes to expand his sphere of divine authority and get more priesthood back!

Aglaia is already recognized as the sea **** here in Sword Coast, don't you plan to let her name resound throughout Toril?

While it is true that the sailors here will spread the name of Aglaia throughout the world, it is too slow to hear her name only on the ocean.

There will even be many careerists vying for divine power with her. On other continents, there seems to be Poseidon~IndoMTL.com~, but his strength is not as good as Amberley. Don't dare to leave your own country.

Aglaia can't be as intimidating as that kelp! "

Hill couldn't help biting his cheek. As a god, can you say this to anyone other than your own believers?

Besides, you gods, are you actually called Amberley Kelp when you chat?

"You must do everything according to your ability." Hill suppressed his helpless mood and replied simply, "Before starting, you must consider whether there is a chance of failure, and what consequences will be caused if you fail, And whether you can bear the consequences.

If you can afford it, you can gamble.

No, that's called death. "

Ransendell lay on the chair thoughtfully, letting the chair wander around in the air, the beautiful golden tail vibrating briskly in mid-air, and occasionally turning on the screen.

Aglaia secretly watched it a few times, and the golden peacock is really beautiful.