Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 566: The tablet of the silver dragon Farisonis
Above the white clouds, Hill, who released a cloud house, stopped his busy hand.
The little flower fairies who were trying to get in touch with the lily of the valley and the windmill Jasmine released by Hill kept urging Hill to quickly set up the nests of the magic plants.
Hill smiled helplessly.
Although these magical plants can absorb the magic power in the air to survive, they still prefer more nutritious soil. Hill has to arrange two flower beds for them every time.
He did the job nimbly, opened all the isolation circles in the cloud house, and used the fifth chapter of the magic book without hesitation.
The illusion magic circle on this cloud house is made of Trasil's silver moon shards as magic energy. Even Vol'jin, Hill feels that she can't find herself.
However, Hill still needs to be wary of strong alliances with Vol'jin, such as Bane.
These guys are outlaws who can sweep the clouds across the entire sky even if they can't be found.
Hill really didn't expect that when he heard the news of Vol'jin again, it was actually in Ten Towns.
However, it can be understood. Although the relationship between the Ten Towns in the North and the barbarians has always been unclear, the people in the town of Bryn Shande will definitely not communicate with the barbarians.
They've always hated the Barbarian Rebellion.
Although the barbarians don't target this town, they don't care if they hurt these useless humans when chasing the enemy.
And businessmen like Ten Towns who know the news rarely spread the word at the risk of offending a true god, and Tempus is not a generous god.
Besides, just because he hates Vol'jin doesn't mean he's going to be a sworn enemy with Vol'jin.
Otherwise, Vol'jin's followers wouldn't be hiding here, they could go to other continents!
As long as there are merchants, Friends of the Merchants will never fail to find believers.
It's just that it depends on Vol'jin's luck whether this believer is a trustworthy relative or a madman who dares to deal with God on an equal footing.
Hill thinks there's no such thing as luck to the goddess of wealth, who always chooses the wrong thing.
He went back to the room, feeling the cool breath on the clouds in Icewind Valley, and happily began to flip through the books in his hand, especially there were several black stone books, the text on them was not only the ancient elf script .
Some of the patterns in it are obviously dragon language.
And books written in the language of dragons, even children's stories, should be magical wonders.
But there is absolutely nothing magical about these books.
Although the book is made of black stone, the pattern is simple and looks like a good thing.
So the grocery store owner put these books on the top of the box of broken books. Even if they have fallen into ashes, they might make some businessmen who think they have an appreciation level take a fancy to them.
But Hill estimates that most people don't understand it. Except for the mages who study runes, it is estimated that only scholars who study ancient books will learn this ancient Elvish language.
Even if a few passing wizards can understand it occasionally, they probably won't be interested in those fairy tales about children's pillows.
Anyone who can see that there is a problem with the pattern at a glance either has the inheritance of a giant dragon or understands the language of the gods.
After the dragon's text was written, it was similar to the divine language in some respects, so people like Hill who relied on inheritance and reluctantly learn, generally can only write, and there is a problem with speaking.
But Hill is more used to using elven runes, so it doesn't matter.
He read this passage bit by bit and couldn't help laughing.
Fortunately, his pronunciation was corrected by Terry before, and Hill read it out slowly: "The little dragon who studies hard can sleep on a bed made of gold coins later."
The slate book in his hand slowly changed shape, and finally turned into black scales that looked blank.
Hill recognized it, it was a black dragon scale.
Of course, he also recognized what these books were: the tablet of Farisones, the secondary artifact of the transformation system.
Although it is understandable why these long-disappeared things appear in Ten Towns, this is the place where the dragons and the ancient elves used to live together when the relationship was good.
But Hill was actually at a loss for a moment. He couldn't tell whether it was his luck or whether the world of Toril was playing his mind.
He looked down at the seemingly blank scales, stroked his hands gently and carefully, and read the words as expected.
Each scale has one side polished to a smooth finish, while the other side retains its natural rough texture. That famous silver dragon, Farisones's work is on the smooth side, written in neat dragon language. The rougher side contains some additional notes, written in Old Elvish.
The content on these tablets describes how dragons learn, understand and use magic. Even little dragons who have no teaching at all, as long as they have this, combined with their own heritage knowledge, can grow healthily and quickly.
As for the ancient Elvish language that followed, Hill read it once, most of which were comments on dragon language magic.
Hill was notified of this artifact after reading it carefully, and only a person who spent 10 days carefully studying the tablet could gain 20% full bonus against any spell or spell-like from a real dragon is exempt.
He could feel that the original giant dragon children's teaching material would be changed into a tool to deal with giant dragons after it fell into the hands of the ancient elves.
Hill pondered for a while and felt that the only value of this artifact to him was reference materials, so it should be just a matter of luck, which was easier for him to understand.
The Holy Grail of Amannatha I met earlier was abnormal. Hill felt numb when he saw that thing, and he kept calling the police in his spirits. No matter how you looked at it, it was a trap.
Hill looked up at the sky outside. The sun was slowly drifting away, and it was already dusk of the second day.
The harvest on the first day made him have unrealistic expectations for the book collection in the Northland. Even though he knew that the hope was not high, Hill still happily went to collect the books.
This grocer is really good, and Hill received nearly 600 books in the next two days.
Unfortunately, Hill watched it a few times, but it didn't give him any peculiar feeling.
He was a little disheartened, and he ushered in the evening of the third day.
Although they have been prepared for a long time, there are many mages here in Ten Towns, especially the red-robed mages from Luskan. Although their character is not very good, their eyesight is not necessarily bad. Compared with those idiots raised by the black staff in Deepwater City, these red robes who are always on the edge of life and death are much stronger, and they will not miss a little chance.
But the first day's harvest was fantastic.
Hill smiles and stops in front of Summer's grocery store.
Waving to stop Summer, who came out, Hill glanced coldly at the people hiding in the bookstore next to him. This kind of low-level illusion combined with shadows, also wanted to hide from his eyes?
The people in the bookstore pretended to be dead motionless and continued to hide in the shadows of the bookstore. They knew very well that they were just watching instead of expressing hostility. Generally, mages of this good camp would not attack them first. .
The task they received was just surveillance. Of course, the other party also tried to hire them to assassinate. The Thieves Guild was originally a part-time killer.
But no one is so stupid. The Thieves' Guild is better informed than the Harper.
How this person in Silvermoon City cleans up those high-level thieves has spread throughout Faerûn's shadow walkers.
Unless there is a way to limit his use of magic, no thief will do it, or whoever can come up with a magic-breaking dagger that can pierce the shield of the nine-ring mage as the reward for the task given first, otherwise it is the **** of Mask. Yu, they will not do anything to this archmage.
Most of the people who join the ranks of thieves are to make their lives better. Who still expects a thief to have any belief in life?
If there is such a thing, it must be the stupid son and stupid girl in the noble family who is looking for excitement. Either become a consumable hero in the epic, or die without knowing where.
Hill frowned. This dead pig's attitude of not afraid of boiling water is indeed a bit annoying.
With a flick of his finger, he completely blocked the circle around the bookstore so that outsiders could not get in, and then placed a trap combining invisible wind and earth magic on this circle, even on the roof. Never let go.
He is really good at dealing with these guys in the shadows, as long as someone steps on them, the strong wind will take them directly to the ground, they won't die, but it takes a long time to climb up.
These thieves always treat the good-aligned mages very well, but except for those apprentices who just came out of the magic tower and only know how to obey the rules, archmages like Hill have countless dishes. They do not allow themselves to go against their inner will.
However, have Vol'jin's followers been reduced to subordinates of hired foes? Mask is going to roll with laughter in the astral world, right?
Hill walked into the grocery store thoughtfully, and Summer brought his big nephew-like man up to greet him with unease: "Respected Archmage, I have never leaked your news. Ah!"
Hill raised his right hand and pressed it down ~IndoMTL.com~, indicating that he didn't need to care about these things, many things Hill already knew.
The trap was of course prepared long ago, otherwise he wouldn't be able to set it in an instant.
He found Lily of the Valley, not for Xiaohuaxian.
Although he won't set up surveillance eyeliners in the ten towns, he must have set up the tiny bells sprinkled by the lily of the valley in Bryn Sand town and Goertas town.
Lily of the Valley has been with Hill for a long time. The abundant power of nature has made her close to a demigod. She no longer needs a living branch to monitor and peep.
Silver bells the size of the tip of a needle, as long as Hill throws them on the adventurers who are running around, they will naturally find a safe enough place to fall.
They don't have any magic power, they just pass the words they hear to Lily of the Valley every once in a while, and they need Lily of the Valley to find clues in the messy news.
Hill was just reluctant to do it before, but enemies, who cares how they feel?