Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 548: Abduction of Ransendall

The undead came out of the town one after another from the east gate, looking like they were planning to open up wasteland.

Hill couldn't help asking Liszt: "Are they going to expand? For the undead, don't they need such a big place?"

"Corellon should have decided that those elves who are unwilling to go to Evergather Island will want to come and settle here." Liszt replied, "The scope of the town is too small.

He posted a mission to expand the town of Aglaia. But it also requires planting a variety of flowers and trees.

The forest next to it has to be included, and the group of wood elf druids have agreed.

We have all seen the construction drawings of the city, and the panorama has been prepared. I suspect that William helped him to make it, which is a bit familiar.

Mr. Lynn thinks he intends to build a city of elves here.

But Corellon can do whatever he wants. Mr. Lynn said it's fine for us to cooperate. Anyway, Corellon will pay for it himself.

Other forces will not object, not even Waterdeep, the most affected city.

No one on the northern continent can stop the idea of ​​the Father of the Elves, and no one can discuss with the elves what is first come, first served. "

Hill nodded.

Anyway, he's planning to be a hands-off shopkeeper, so Corellon can do whatever he wants!

He can be the city lord, but no one can do it except him.

As for the Elf Queen on Evergather Island, Hill knows very well that if she ever returns to the mainland, it must be the day when the High Forest returns to the hands of the Elf.

She couldn't go anywhere else.

Although he didn't know Lynn's ambitions, Hill also set his sights on the port.

The undead can be built, but not managed by them.

Hill remembers Lynn saying that his cousins ​​were all from the Navy family?

"Liszt." Hill asked softly, "Tell Lynn, the port needs to be brought under the management of the mayor's mansion. I have built the lighthouse and the port management center, he just needs to arrange for someone to go in. /

Since the undead have been greeted, there must be other ships trying to stop here. Our location here is actually very good, but it is more dangerous.

I don't need a lot of people. Most of the caravans here should not dare to come. It is estimated that most of them are elves. "

"Sir." Liszt couldn't help asking, "Does the port still have requirements for the faction?"

"Of course." Hill laughed, "I don't want to make money, the port is not intended to be open to everyone, and ships and people from the evil camp are not allowed to enter.

The time and space artifact must still only detect evil, and will not affect people from other factions. "

Liszt nodded and went to coordinate with Lynn.

In fact, the town control core of the God of Time and Space is really useful. It is clear what happened to the whole city, and the city owner can completely rule it out.

Of course, the city lord must at least ensure that his strength is not bad, and he must be careful to assassinate.

But at least there will be far fewer backstabs in my own city.

The only problem is that the God of Time and Space will also be very clear.

It would be good if Hill had a floating castle, but those ordinary noble lords in Salar would be very troubled.

Of course William couldn't see the affairs of their house, but William knew exactly who came to their house.

Don't care about those who are known by William and who are more open-minded, they will enjoy this control core, and most importantly, the undead will be more controlled.

Absolute freedom and safety, most people will still choose safety.

Hill looked at the undead below again. They seemed to be used to it. The first step in the new world always starts with building their own base.

Hill always felt that William did this to make the undead cherish the city.

At least most people don't like the city they built with their own hands being destroyed.

Nine times out of ten the undead who dare to do it will be suppressed by others.

The undead are the most powerful when they deal with themselves.

Sill blinked suddenly, lost in thought: Are the undead here called Trasile Elves?

What's his name?

The title always brought back some uncomfortable memories.

Also, the undead have always thought that group of elves were fools!

What price did Corellon pay to get the undead to admit that they were related to the Trahir elves?

That's why the undead say, is it Corellon who sends money for money?

Hill shook his head, pulling back his thoughts, he'd know sooner or later.

He walked back to the desk and sat down. He glanced at the various seeds in the box. After turning it over, he knew it.

Quince's plants aren't quite as alright as Alice said.

The world will of this world is chaotic, so many plants, even if they look similar, are not of the same kind at all.

Since the seeds germinate, they grow according to the outside environment, and their genes are not stable at all.

Hill pondered for a while, and from the seeds it seemed: Quince was probably unstable even the earth.

It doesn't mean the earth's crust or anything like that, in which case life couldn't have been born in that world, but the land.

Probably today is fertile soil and tomorrow is desert.

Combined with the changing weather, it's really hard to survive.

But again, these plants are very resilient and can adapt to most environments.

But it's impossible to have such creatures as dryads and dryads. All their wills insist on how to survive.

The seeds of Quinn's world contain very powerful vitality, and Hill already understands why there is life in that chaotic world.

It is quite possible that a single strawberry will suffice for one day's survival.

Hill wanted to see what these plants would look like once stable genetics were generated.

He took out a new bag of demi-artifact seeds, separated half of the seeds from these small bags and stuffed them in, and then it only took a while for Hill to get the results of the analysis.

But it's best not to put the different worlds together, otherwise, the optimization function of the seed bag will easily be disturbed.

If you can maintain this vitality but genetically stable, then Hill can get something very great.

Like the legendary Fruit of Life.

Hill was a little excited.

The remaining half is handed over to the spirit of the oak tree in the pendant for storage. No matter what kind of seed, Hill will keep a part of the most original.

Hill took out the boxes of gems at the bottom of the box, and it was indeed strangely beautiful.

The interior of these gems seems to be fluid, and they all carry a kind of vitality.

The most basic ability is to keep people young.

As Alice said, this is indeed something the Queen would be collecting like crazy.

Even for Alice herself, there is no use for anything other than good looks.

Hill kept most of the gems away, except for a brilliant golden gem with a fluid flowing inside it, much like the fire of the sun.

He walked out of the terrace and waved to the peacock who was still watching curiously above the clouds: "Dear Lord of the Dawn, do you want to come down for a drink?"

The golden peacock shook its feathers and quickly glide down, in exchange for the frantic screams of the undead girl.

Even many people who have been working in the wilderness have returned, and this kind of golden peacock really seems to attract the attention of girls.

Ransender proudly circled the town in mid-air, fully displaying his beautiful feathers before landing on the terrace.

Liszt has prepared drinks, and next to the transparent crystal cup, the golden gems are even more dazzling.

Ransendall's attention was drawn: "Hill! What gem is this? From your world?"

"It's a small world called Quince." Hill replied with a smile, "Corellon knows where it is, but you shouldn't be able to pass through his stargate, right?"

"Corellon..." With his beautiful wings outstretched, Ransondel slumped on the table in frustration, staring at the golden gem. "He hasn't spoken to me for centuries."

"Myth Drano was completely destroyed this time. Is your tower of the sun all right?" Hill asked in confusion.

How could Ransendell be so free and come to watch the fun? Isn't his tower destroyed?

"Ah! It collapsed together," said Ransendall indifferently. "It's okay, my followers are very good at rebuilding."

"Is there still a need for rebuilding there?" Ransondel used to like the city of Myth Dronor, but now it's not even the ruins.

"I like it," Ransendell said absently. "The shackles are still there, and I want to study them. The shackles of Misdrono are much stronger than yours here, and they can be killed directly. A floating city!

My followers have found the energy of the floating city, which has been directly drained.

Hill, that thing can support a floating city for 10,000 years, and it was killed directly by the mysterious lock!

How the **** did you do it! Unfortunately, Misrien ignored me.

I'm really, really curious. "

Hill was silent. He was a little embarrassed at first, but now he feels that if Lansendell's attention is really diverted by him to Quince, Toril's world will have to thank him~IndoMTL.com ~Misrien has been trapped by you and there is only one remnant left. Why are you embarrassed to ask him the principle of the lock?

Although he didn't die directly in the disaster of dawn, if most of his followers were not gone, Mythryn would not have fallen like that later.

Having really gotten this guy away, Hill thinks he deserves a lot.

If Toril here also pays attention to the merits of the sky, the waterfall sea should be lowered from the top of his head!

"Why is the interior of this gem unstable?" Ransendell still couldn't hold back, and pulled a gem to his head with his wings.

"I don't know either." Hill said with a smile, "But the person who sent me this told me that the Quinns world is unstable, and even the earth and air are changing at any time."

Ransendell was really interested: "Are there no gods there?"

Hill smiled and said, "I don't know about that. However, the new trahill elves are adventurers."