Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 542: Long time no place to be ashamed
Hill looked at Lynn, who had question marks written all over his face, and sighed heavily.
"If it is Corellon's will, the elves, at least the elves in the town of Aglaia, will try their best to have a good relationship with these foreign adventurers." Lynn said solemnly.
He thought Hill was worried about the elves' xenophobia.
How is this possible, the elves themselves are taken in, not to mention the will of Corellon.
"I'm not worried about this, I'm just afraid that you will be scared." Hill showed an inexplicable smile, which made Lynn feel that something was wrong.
"Speaking of which, the captain of the Silver Shield has also dealt with that group of adventurers." Hill said thoughtfully, "Well, call Terry to the mayor's mansion, I will ask Martha to invite the head of the group to come over, and let Martha and Liszt help you popularize common sense together.
The top level of the Elf Crusaders had better be there, and some things, it's better to have some knowledge.
Although I don't know how they feel about the demon goblins, I can tell you first, compared with this group of adventurers known as the undead, the demon goblins can be regarded as the orderly group around Corellon Angel. "
Lynn's face changed.
Of course he understood who Hill was talking about, Corellon had two angels by his side. A Rush Riel, typical chaos. The other Philerisel was a little more orderly.
Even if it's a chaotic elf, I hope it's the lawful one who delivers the message.
According to Hill, the demon goblins, who are naturally mischievous, can be regarded as lawful angels compared to the undead, and Lynn can't imagine what it would be like.
He looked at Hill who didn't want to say more, and stood up directly: "I'll go back and wait for Liszt and Martha, Hill, you should tell me, how many can you come?"
"There should be 80 to 90 million undead in Trasil, and I don't know how many people can come in from Toril." Hill tried his best to give a more stable number.
"Ah!" Seeing Lynn, whose face changed greatly and turned to leave, Hill quickly said, "This woodland below me will become a resident of the undead in the future."
"How many millions of people live?" Lynn asked hesitantly.
"Trahir, is the world of the **** of space and time. There are many strange objects in space." Hill replied, "My carriage is only a rudimentary product in Trahill."
Lin was in a daze before slowly leaving. He recalled the enlarged space on the magic ship and the carriage. Is such a thing the lowest level?
Before these undead came, he already felt that the world was about to change.
After hesitating for two days, Hill changed the large forest below the floating castle into an independent and connected forest park.
The open spaces of various sizes, connected by paths, await their future owners.
Just put a large space plaza in the middle for the upcoming space artifact.
The square itself can only accommodate about 200,000 people, but with that artifact, it must be able to expand beyond imagination.
If you don't have the undead in the alchemy hut, just follow the artifact inside.
Those gangs of undead families who have their own big space huts don't need any special treatment from Hill.
Then he had the heart to care about the rest of the town.
Lynn and the elven crusaders, who have been warned, are actively working on their house, seemingly planning to fortify the defenses so that no one can see inside the house.
Hill never imagined that the elves would react like this.
He also specifically asked Liszt what he had told the elves, why they thought it was enough to just fix the house.
Liszt is also at a loss. He is very serious about popularizing the great achievements of the undead. The head of the Silver Shield also added some experience of being watched.
He really didn't understand why the elf's brain hole would go in this direction.
Including Lynn, he also asked Martha to completely separate her residence from her official business.
Terry was influenced by them and completely hidden his dragon's nest. If he wanted to enter his home, even his parents had to walk through the maze again.
Only Terry himself can teleport in directly. He used the dimensional door on the artifact pendant.
Although Hill didn't understand it, it resonated to some extent. Even if his floating castle flew into the air, he couldn't see everything inside at all.
There are very few strong men in this world who have such a strong defense of their home, they absolutely don't care to show the beauty and power of their home.
As long as the house cannot be seen.
This habit of Hill is indeed provided by the undead.
The paladins of the Silver Shield didn't respond too much. They were overly curious about the undead they had contacted
Other than that, everything else is pretty good.
When the Stargate was broken, many undead didn't care about their lives, but chose to help these Paladins who fell into the vortex together.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have all survived.
After learning what the Knights of the Silver Shield said, Hill had only one thought.
In other words, when these undead who helped the paladins of Tyre at the beginning might enter Toril, Tyr's reputation and friendliness will appear directly on the system panel?
I don't know who is so prescient.
If everyone can choose to help the NPC, there must be a leader, otherwise the undead will not react so uniformly.
Otherwise, there will always be people who want to see how the NPCs struggle.
Hill, who was still a little worried at first, quickly sensed the fluctuations in the depths of the ocean outside Deepwater City, and the establishment of the Stargate.
It's not far from the town of Aglaia, and Hill suspects that Corellon chose the location.
It seems that AO did compromise.
Aglaia, who also felt the same, also carefully inspected her temple, and then completely stayed in the castle, deciding not to go out without finding the treasure of the Moon Forest Druid.
Hill spends his final days resting on his head.
He really misses these old friends, but he is also a little worried: that bit of black history, this time, he will definitely not be able to hide it. The undead will only add fuel to it, and will never help him hide it.
But all the restlessness disappeared in the morning light of the seventh day.
Hill parked his floating castle above the port, canceling all isolation circles for the first time.
He stood on the terrace, looked at the huge white sails that appeared in the sky, and smiled lightly.
As the sailboat got closer and the figures on the deck were clearly visible, Hill finally understood what Corellon was talking about.
He didn't know what he paid for, but he even let William and the God of Time and Space open the four body types of elves and half-elves.
Seeing the long ears jumping up and down all over the deck, Hill suddenly felt a dull pain in his stomach.
Does Corellon really think that Toril's elves are too incompatible with the Chaos faction?
If it really makes the Toril people feel that these are the real elves... Hill couldn't help but rubbed his ears, and only after feeling that there was no sharp point at all, did he feel relieved.
Lynn, who was standing on the harbour with Martha to welcome visitors from another world, noticed these long ears as the sailboat got closer.
Although there are many humans, there are definitely a lot of elves and half-elves that he can see on that ship.
Lynn couldn't help but glanced at the floating castle in mid-air: Hill said, they are humans from another world, right? Liszt didn't mention their strange elemental bodies, did they have elves? It's just that they act crazy because they don't die.
Lynn actually understands the madness of the undead very well, just like most of the long-lived elves are chaotic, otherwise, how can a life with a constant layer of life be lived well.
Only random chaos can find enough fun in a long life.
But Lynn likes everything he sees more than welcoming humans from another world. There are so many elves, even if he has been known by popular science that these bodies are fake, it makes him laugh from the bottom of his heart.
The same goes for the Elf Crusaders beside him, their serious faces couldn't help but laugh.
Ten white sailboats in front and back came by the wind and waves, heading straight for the port of Aglaia town.
Hill also spotted the Seraphs standing on the bow.
Corellon has sent his most powerful emissary.
Looking at their lively expressions, their big flapping wings, and their gleaming robes, Hill was sure that he was going to see the long-known Rushriel.
The undead on the deck finally found Hill standing in the air. They jumped up and down, waving their hands, and their voices were loud: "Ah Hill~ we want to kill you~"
"Wait wait~ Where's our band~ Come on~ Be happy~"
"Come on~ Hill is there! I didn't promise to surprise him~"
A lot of chairs were immediately released from the ten large ships walking side by side~IndoMTL.com~ The figures with various musical instruments sat happily. There were countless figures standing behind them, looking at the peculiar formation, Hill suspected that they were going to sing.
A small figure jumped directly to the mast of the large ship in the middle, holding a baton and posing.
Looking at the long-lost young master, a huge panic finally rose in Hill's heart.
"Old friend, I miss you!
I want us to sing that old song together~
Old friend, I miss you~
When we were drunk together~
Old friend, I miss you~
Think of our first time together
Beautiful~
Old friend, you really are here! Let's get together~"
The undead started to sing, and the lyrics turned out to be very serious. Hill slowly let go of his heart. Maybe it's been a long time, they let him go?
Soon, however, Hill was desperate.
The music suddenly jumped, and it didn't feel right.
"The sea, under the white clouds~
There is a lost bear~
Woooooooo~woooooooooo~
I can't find my home when I cry!
Children, see it~
Quickly find the poor little bear~
Hey, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah~
Send it home! “
Hill's face sinks like water, he shouldn't have any expectations of these guys!