Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 484: Zentiel Hold’s Foretold Demise

Corellon went back to the alchemy hall after finishing his work. Hill really changed his mind about this old ancestor.

When Hill built the monument, he probably overheard the undead discussions and knew what Hill wanted to do, but he didn't get involved at all.

The cemeteries of elves are all in the forest, and a tree must be planted. After years and months, it has long been integrated with the tree, and it is impossible to appear among these undead.

Corellon did this just to help Hill.

The paladins of Tyre also left the cemetery with their horses. They rode their horses again after walking a long distance. With a resolute expression, they circled back to the temple from outside the city. They probably planned to pack up and respond to the call of their Lord God. , all out to fight.

The undead, who had been squatting outside for a long time, began to wave at Hill, who had just been stopped by Corellon. Now I just want to know if they can come in and see.

Although I know this is a cemetery, isn't there a monument square next to it? They really want to see Corellon's carvings!

Listening to the chaotic questioning, Hill quickly waved his hands to signal them to be quiet, and then said, "You can come in as you like in the square, but don't visit the two cemeteries over there.

Unless you are followers of the Silver Moon on Toril's side or the God of Justice, you will be burned or struck by lightning if you enter there.

Please respect the majesty of the gods, everyone, and save yourself some face! "

The undead looked at each other, of course they had Silvermoon followers, but they all believed in the one of their Trahir.

Toril, let alone there is no room for conversion, even if there is, most people feel that they can't afford it, even the undead.

Not to mention Tyre, although the **** name is different from William's, but there are many similarities in the priesthood, the God of Time and Space will not give anyone the chance to hurt William.

When the undead changed their forms and occupations, these two were not in the selection range.

Although the undead agreed honestly in front of Hill, Hill didn't believe they would be obedient.

So on the way back to the floating castle, he didn't look back even though he heard the wailing and screaming in the thunder and fire behind him.

Doing it yourself is not worth saving.

Lynn has begun directing the civilians who have taken refuge back to their homes in Aglaia City, where the house really belongs to them.

The residents here don't seem to be really poor, and after Hill allowed them to use their things as money, basically every family bought a house of their own.

Also, some wealthy families simply bought a set for their children nearby.

Throughout the ages, no matter what world, the hearts of parents are the same.

However, Hill doesn't understand why these Tyr believers are willing to settle with him forever, and it is impossible for the Knights of the Silver Shield to always be stationed in Aglaia City.

These offshoots of the Knights of Justice may be transferred to the main battlefield to fight demons at any time.

Shirfield watched for a while in midair.

The townspeople who were moving below quickly discovered their city lord, and all greeted him according to their identity, and some even half-kneeled on the ground.

From their incessant praises, Hill could hear that Lynn had informed these people that he had promised to completely convert the original large residential area into a refuge.

No matter what happens in the future, the city officials no longer need Hill's permission, and the city officials can direct the civilians to take refuge in the shelter!

"Don't thank me," Hill said lightly. "Thank you for the mayor who loves his people! This is his proposal."

The townspeople hesitated for a second, before adding a tribute to Lynn, who assisted him, to Hill.

Lynn listened without changing his face, and when he turned around, he gave Hill a "look at it" look.

He told Hill long ago, don't try to elevate his status, the Toril people will always know who they are eating the bread they are eating, and will never admit that they are protecting themselves.

I'll admit I'm wrong, I won't live to move into Aglaia City.

Hill has never cared much about these things. The residents of Aglaia City, apart from the family members of the Tyr Paladins, have no real weak, including the elderly and children.

What they can't resist is not the beasts and a few undead outside, but the terrible disaster.

Disasters in the world of Toril often mean the destruction of one or even several cities when they appear.

Including gods, whether good or evil, time together is not a good thing.

Only the lord is strong enough to keep the city and its inhabitants in the midst of this continual disaster.

Hill probably can't understand how many people are crazy to move into Aglaia City now, and how grateful those who have already moved are for their wise decision.

Toril Continent, in terms of the strength of the city lord, there are indeed some existences that can be compared with Hill, but such people do not mean how good they will be to the city people.

People are willing to endure those days because, in the eyes of most people, living is the most important thing.

The eyelids of the strong do not look down.

Hill felt indifferent, but he could see the inferior in the eyes of the strong.

In Toril, that's enough. People don't need the city owner to smile and treat people politely. As long as they treat ordinary people as human beings, it is a rare miracle.

The last person to do this was Erathrow.

But Elathrow is too shackled, and Silvermoon City is not entirely hers.

Many people don't understand why Elathrow wants to give up the position of the Silvermoon City Lord and become the supreme lady of the Silvermoon Alliance, which is basically impossible to succeed. In addition to the fact that this lady is really noble in her heart, she also shares the same relationship with the one behind her. The goddess of magic no longer trusts her like her predecessor, and she obeys her words.

She needs more allies to protect her Silvermoon City.

And Hill just needs to stand here by himself.

Whether it is an allies at the level of gods, or the terrifying number of 'Trahir elves' below, they all determine the unshakable status of Aglaia City in the future.

And, most commendable of Hill, he also respects the dead.

Hill is probably the only legendary master in the world who is willing to leave a memorial for these unfortunate civilians who died tragically, regardless of whether they have faith or not.

Lynn had never known why Hill had such a gentle personality. At first glance, he looked like a high-ranking man with a noble birth and extraordinary talent.

However, from the 'Trahir Elves', it can be seen that no matter how eccentric their personalities are, their starting points are not too extreme, and they can always see the beauty of the scenery and the cuteness of animals.

Hill, who didn't understand this at all, faced the piles of praises from below, and could only choose to nod his head with a cold expression, let them go about their own business, and go directly back to his floating castle.

Liszt hurriedly greeted him: "A letter from the Harper's Building. The Silver Moon Goddess blew up the Sanlin Tower's fortress on the Ainook Desert."

"Why there? Is there any special place there?" Hill stood on the terrace, pacing a little uneasy.

"The bathroom is ready, sir." Lister hurriedly told the uncomfortable Hill, who knew exactly how Hill would feel.

According to Hill's common sense, if you have touched a dead person or swept a grave, you should take a bath after returning home.

It's like taking a bath on Qingming day.

Although he had used the cleansing spell on himself, Hill, who still felt uncomfortable everywhere, rushed to the bathroom immediately.

It wasn't until he was submerged in the warm water that Lister talked about why Sullen had attacked there: "The fort actually existed to protect a mine called Tessiamar there. /

The Tethyama Mine is very important to the Zhentarim, not only can mine the coal mines in the desert, but also mine the mithril mines in the nearby Mokou Mountains.

is one of their sources of income.

But more importantly, the guards Zhentarin left in the Mithril Mine were Felin's Sunflower. "

Hill raised his head suddenly, and opposite the Mokou Mountains is the Scimitar Peak Mountains beside the Shadow Lake. After leaving the Shadow Realm, the City of Shadows appeared from here~IndoMTL.com~The people of the City of Shadows..."

"The Prince of Shadow City, who failed to compete for the Nye Scroll, has dragged the remnants of the floating city and returned to Shadow Lake to start building a city on Scimitar Peak.

When Su Lun bombed the fort last night, he also blew up the mine by the way. Those condescending ghost princes couldn't have not seen the Fehlin magickids jumping out of the moonfire.

The harpist emphasized that in the moonlight, the appearance of those demons was particularly obvious. "

Hill thought a little indifferently, this is really hitting a snake and hitting seven inches!

Actually, Toril's most well-informed person should be Su Lun, and she is also very willing to wander around. She is just too lazy to care about some things, not ignorant.

Unless the body is permanently covered with darkness, some secrets cannot be hidden from the Lord of Moonlight.

Offending one of the world's most terrifying goddesses, Zhentarim's existence has been counted down.

Hill vaguely remembers that the real destruction time of Zhentarim should be after the first fall of Mystra. At that time, the entire land of Toril was stirred up, and the Felin magic flower hidden in the ground Of course, it was also exposed to the eyes of the world.

The people who are still alive in the city of ghosts are all powerful arcanists. The destruction and reorganization of the magic net has little effect on them, and at that time they created a floating castle. When it was spewed out of the earth's crust, I really came face-to-face with this group of ghost princes watching the fun.

The result was that the City of Shadows fought to lose a prince at a heavy price, completely destroying the Zhentarim and the Zhentil Keep behind them.

As a result, it is about to collapse ten years in advance!

Hill patted the water and said happily: "Go and tell Lynn and see if we can add a little bit more, anyway, it's not a good thing on both sides."