Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 685: The Return of the Undead

Hill picked up the mithril leather glove and observed it carefully for a while. The leather should be some kind of dragon skin...a bit like an ancient dragon.

But he couldn't understand the effect of this thing, Hill thought for a while, put on the gloves, and directly felt the effect of this equipment.

Then his face goes black: this is a very precious dwarven artifact, an enhanced version of the slam gauntlet, apparently from the hands of some dwarven god, worth fifty thousand compared to the popular one in Toril The master work of gold coins, the level is higher.

In addition to the power of the Item itself, this mithril gauntlet doubles the user's power.

Corellon's meaning is obvious: Isn't it tiring to knock the dragon? Why start it yourself?

Even if you have enough power, there is no need to make yourself so hard and risk being burned by the corrosive dragon blood.

He's asking Hill to drink a glass of water that can detoxify and refresh his mind!

Although Hill could sense Corellon's kindness, he wasn't very happy.

His skin...is not necessarily thinner than a dragon's skin!

Let the group of dragons go for a spin in the elemental storm and see how many of them can come out intact?

Hill pulled the corners of his mouth and angrily knocked on the table with the gauntlet: "I'm a mage! I'm a warlock! I'll never walk around with a warrior gauntlet!

What's going on in Corellon's head!

Lister, put this thing in the warehouse! "

"Sir." Liszt was silent for a while before saying, "From the eyes of the elves, you have been trying to hide your power, after all, you were hiding from outsiders when you killed those dragons.

I think the Father of the Elf is just trying to help you, next time if something happens, wearing this gauntlet, no one will think there is any problem with your power.

However, pouring the wine glass is a bit of a prank. "

Hill said in a trance: "I didn't... I just wanted to deceive some idiots to kill..."

If he really wanted to hide, he wouldn't even show the elves!

Not to mention, there is a silly ancient green dragon in the cave! As long as she goes out, Hill's power can't be hidden at all.

Wait!

"Liszt... That green dragon won't starve to death, right?" Hill scratched his head, but he had taken all of Claugilia Marta's storage ring.

"Sir, Claugilia Marta is a druid, she knows the magic berry," Liszt replied.

"Druid magic can't be used either! Besides, magic has to have materials. I... I think I only left a little moss for her." Hill said softly, "Lister, let the puppet give it to me. Bring some prepared meat dishes...and two roast suckling pigs."

Hill had no intention of mistreating captives!

For the attitude of the enemy, he has always killed him directly, and he has never been interested in keeping people to torture.

What's wrong with doing something in that spare time?

Sil really just forgot that dragons aren't pure spellcasters, they need to eat meat.

Although I also have dragons...

But since raising livestock in the Sword Mountains, Hill has completely ignored what Terry eats, and Aglaia has living puppets everywhere who can help him process food.

The same goes for Tustin. As Terry's good friend, Hill gave Little Golden Dragon the task of entertaining.

And for Tarling, the safety of the enemy is never their concern, so they won't be reminded at all.

Hill took the food box sent by Liszt, walked directly to the cave where Claugilia Marta was imprisoned, and pushed open the door forcefully.

It looks like the green dragon has struggled, and the blood on the adamantine gate is obvious.

Hill looked down at the green dragon, who was lying at the bottom of the cave, with a dying look, and laughed: "How can it take decades for the dragon to starve to death?"

He threw the small box down and pressed a condensed pearl into the cave wall: "The food here is enough for you to eat for a month. If there is no one to redeem you at that time, there is no need to waste it. I have food."

"They...even if they come...will wait until I'm dying..." Claugilia Marta said in a hoarse voice, "and they have to...try to attack...hit your territory first. ...more.

But...I...know...it's useless...you're wrapping adamantine around the black iron gate! Too much money? I can't open the black iron gate! "

Probably thinking of the anger, Claugilia Marta couldn't care about her weak body, and shouted out the last few words angrily.

Hill hesitated and touched the door beside him.

Claugilia Marta seems to think that his door is made of pure gold and iron, and she is so angry that it is not worth it to shut her dragon. If she knew that it was a pure gold door, would she be so angry? ?

Hill decides to quietly close the door and add a layer of dark iron to the edge the next time he comes.

Claugilia Marta suddenly asked: "If...I am your mount...the fine gold on these two doors...can you give it to me? The rest...as long as...you can eat... ...just."

The door that rumbled shut covered Hill's surprised face: Dragons are too real, aren't they?

The five-colored dragon is a creature that is easy to betray, so if you are a human mount, you must sign a covenant with the giant dragon. This is a loyalty contract witnessed by the nine-headed dragon god.

Claugilia Marta is a very shrewd kind of dragon, she can't be unaware of the bounds of being a human mount.

And Hill also made it very clear that as long as the Dragon Cult paid, Hill would let her go.

What about Claugelia Matana's great dream of becoming Lord of Waterdeep?

Is this amount of gold enough to swallow her past ambitions?

Claugilia Marta was panicking? Did she know that both doors were made of pure gold?

Hill walked slowly out of the cave, really nostalgic for natural consciousness.

Hopefully when the undead come back, Toril's natural consciousness will also return.

Otherwise, with his emotional intelligence, he can't even tell the truth from the fake... Hill really feels that compared to the past memory, he is lucky enough to be able to perceive hostility and judge the authenticity. Natural consciousness is his golden finger.

If it was on his own... he would have been tricked to death long ago.

Otherwise, he would rely on his thick skin to avoid death, and hide in some deep mountain and old forest to avoid contact with people for the rest of his life.

In this tangled mood, Hill waited until the day when the undead returned to Toril.

For some unspeakable reason, all the undead in Toril have been spawned in the infinitely expandable Alchemy Hall.

But before that, Hill, who was standing on the terrace, welcomed the return of natural consciousness as soon as the dawn appeared.

He greeted the green light that surrounded him with boundless joy, a sincere heart, and received a cheerful reply.

Although it only conveyed some feelings of nostalgia, Hill was already satisfied.

It can also express some simple emotions. It seems that the damage to Toriel's natural consciousness is not very big. As expected, only the magic net is unlucky.

Hill flew to the port and called back Purvi, who had been cruising here: he could finally fly back into the sky.

Instructing the otherworldly whale to float at the top of the space tree, Hill stood in front of the terrace on Purvi's back and greeted the first group of undead who walked out of the alchemy hall.

The undead who quickly took over the task with their hands and eyes almost flew out of the hall, and then felt the colorful bubbles floating in the sky.

"Welcome back to Aglaia City!" Hill's voice with a smile reached everyone's ears, "I hope you have a pleasant and comfortable journey this time."

The undead cheered: "Hill~ Hill~The cutest Hill~"

"Ah! Is this the bear's blessing? Is this the love we can get?"

"When we meet again after a long absence~ Hill's tender love~"

They have discovered that these floating bubbles are buffs, and everyone can grab one according to their needs.

Soon they let Hill go, all kinds of shouts rang out on the square, and the undead were communicating what color bubbles did.

Hill...even though he was mentally prepared, he still got a black face.

Fortunately, he still heard what he wanted to know: how on earth did William explain to the undead Toril This information article was suddenly disconnected Update ~IndoMTL.com~ When the undead gather, they will definitely discuss this thing.

This guy... When he found something wrong, he directly asked the God of Time and Space to kick all the players offline, and then blew up his server in the world company of the undead.

Hill knew as soon as he heard it... the manufacturer of that server must have offended William badly, otherwise he wouldn't put all the blame on that company.

However, based on what Hill knew of William, the company must have had problems long ago.

Sure enough, the undead said inside and out that William asked the company to repair the server several times, but because William's company was a newcomer, not only did it fail to repair it, but he was also cheated of a lot of money.

Anyway... William who blew up the server just admitted that he was unlucky, and finally bought a more expensive server at the auction house. In the words of the undead, it can be used for the planetary intelligence core. All repair work is completed, and the information article has been updated by the way.

William, the way he does things... always so informal.

Everyone is very satisfied with the latest plot, but they still want to see the High Forest. The undead are really obsessed with that gate of hell.

As he was about to return to the castle, Hill suddenly saw a familiar face.

Erebeth, the princess of Neverwinter who once came to the Temple of Baal to venture beyond Aglaia City, walked out of the gate of the Temple of Tyre surrounded by several paladins.

Looking at their route, they should be planning to find Lynn.

Princess Irebeth saw Hill standing on the back of the otherworld whale, and seemed to want to say hello to him, but was stopped by the paladin next to her.

People at Silver Shield are well aware that skipping Lynn and going directly to Hill to do things will only get the opposite effect.

The lord of Aglaia resents this kind of overreach.