Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 688: Is it good or bad luck at midnight?


Hill smiled, lowered his head and counted the number of strange objects on the lower terrace. He could feel how serious the obsessive-compulsive disorder of this group of dracoliches was. The 68 treasures were not only of the same level, but also very valuable. quite.

68, this should only be all the dracolich belonging to the Dragon Cult in Faerûn.

It doesn't sound like a lot, but Hill remembers that there were only less than 20 before the dragon madness.

The power of the Dragon Cult... After expelling and killing most of the human-transformed dracolich members, it has become very powerful now, and the five-color dragon queen is not a waste of time.

There are of course human members in the current Dragon Worship Cult, but it is impossible for these people to transform into the form of giant dragons again, but only dragonmen controlled by dracolich, whose soul fire and body are controlled by these giant dragons in the heart of the paw.

Just some puppets, most of them are just for intelligence gathering and low-level thugs.

The recruiter chosen by the Dragon Cult is indeed very suitable. It seems that they have a little understanding of Hill, and specially sent Elsala, a lich that does not cause natural anger, to Aglaia.

When a gem dragon turns into a dracolich, both body and mind will be forced into serious conflict. Most of the time, the soul is actually in a strange state of wandering, and it can persist until it successfully uses spiritual power to keep its dragon body alive. There are only two active states so far. .

Elshara is now in a state of life and death.

Before killing the White Dragon Queen, Elshara had been trying to maintain her sanity and not let her obsessions drift.

At least until now, the topaz dracolich has not committed any crimes. He even maintains friendly ties with some of his Huang Yulong relatives.

For a force like Hill, who is friendly to dragons, they won't scream and kill when they see a dragon lich, just like the natural consciousness around Hill. Although they don't like Elshara, they can tolerate his presence.

But those guys in the Dragon Cult who like to create undead won't get such a peaceful reception.

Natural consciousness only hates those who turn themselves into undead, but those who turn others into undead will be hated and hated by him.

Hill calculated the total value of these strange objects, and couldn't help but widen his eyes... He found that the dracolich's value judgment on the ancient green dragon was actually based on the fact that the dragon was dismantled and skinned. , the total price of the various oddities made.

If Hill hadn't seen the estimate of the total price of the finished product made by another ancient green dragon of the same level brought by Lynn during this time, he probably wouldn't have reacted so quickly... After taking a piece of dragon skin, the final valuation is also between 2 million and 3 million.

And these oddities add up to about 2.5 million.

Hill asked Elshara with a strange look on her face: "Your value judgment on Claugilia Marta...Aren't you afraid that she will go back crazy?"

"Claugilia Marta will of course understand... For humans, dead dragons are more valuable than living dragons." Elsara said without blinking, "We have seen for ourselves that a The same is true for the enemy dragons killed.

If you look at the dragons in the extortion countries, you will understand that most of the prices they ask for are their own worth plus a portion.

Worth is the reserve price.

Even five-colored dragons give humans room to bargain. "

Sil was silent...Is the dragon's brain hole connected to the bottomless abyss?

The completely incomprehensible Hill still asked the topaz dragon lich to wait for a while. He put away the strange objects and planned to release the emerald dragon first.

Elshara nodded understandingly. He knew that the place where an ancient dragon could be imprisoned must be the most heavily guarded place in the city, and he must not be allowed in.

He doesn't have that interest either.

He is willing to do this just because the city of Aglaia is on the side of Sword Bay, and its strength is too strong, and it is not far from his cave. such a powerful force.

Of course, the dracolich, who is good at magic, would not have chosen such a humiliating retreat before the Weave happened.

The result of more than 60 dracolich shots, Corellon may not be able to bear.

But this situation...forget it! Even if they win, more than half of them will have to die.

Although the lich can still be resurrected in the future, with the current state of the power of the source, no one knows whether it will sleep for thousands of years... No dracolich is willing to sacrifice himself for such a trivial matter.

Hill came to the cave, pushed the gate open, looked at the green dragon below which was holding a roasted corbel and said, "Claugilia Marta, the one who redeemed you is here."

He glanced at the dragon's wings that were not fully grown, and gave the after-sales service with a friendly attitude, giving her a recovery spell.

Claugilia Marta hesitated for a while before saying, "You won't give me back my storage tools, so will I be able to eat the meat before I leave?"

Hill reluctantly looked at the dragon, who seemed to be staying on, and with a little effort he pulled the two doors back to his pendant: "Now... do you still have to wait?"

Claugilia Marta stood up slowly, and said regretfully: "Is this place not used in the future? Can it continue to be a prison!

I can help you as a guard! Just eat it. No need to waste golems, how expensive!

I'm still a druid and can help you fill this mountain with raspa and blueleaf trees.

I'm the best at these two trees, and I can earn 5,000 gold a year! "

Hill simply refuses: "I'm sorry, Ms. Claugilia Marta, my domain is lawful good and does not accept evil-aligned citizens."

The ancient green dragon flapped its wings dejectedly, took out a dark green scale, turned it into a small pocket with dragon language magic, and put the rest of the food in it.

Hill blinked: The scales in Claugilia Marta's hand should have fallen when he broke her wings.

This dragon really knows how to live!

Hill walked lightly in front of the green dragon, completely ignoring that Claugilia Marta was following him with heavy footsteps, and he was not afraid of any sneak attack now.

Leaving the cave, the green dragon looked up and saw Elsara looking over here on the otherworldly whale, and suddenly stomped and flew up: "Why are you here? Elsara. You How dare you leave your hole? Aren't you afraid that Elvia Tures will copy your nest?"

"Other people dare not come." Elsara didn't care about the green dragon's sarcasm at all, "Looking at your performance, you should be quite healthy, then I will wave away, as you said, I have to protect my homeland. !”

He instantly recovered his dark yellow dragon body: "Then I will go first, esteemed Lord Aglaia, I hope that when we meet next time, it will not be for such a shameful reason."

Claugilia Marta ran after her angrily: "Elsala! You coward! Who are you talking about?"

Seeing the two dragons chasing and running away, Hill shook his head helplessly.

"Are they worried that you will intercept it?" Lynn walked out of the opposite forest and broke through the chorus of the two dragons.

"Why are you here?" Hill laughed. "They will definitely do it themselves, and of course they will worry about me, ignore them, and don't dare to come in the future."

"The undead were a little disturbed when they saw them, as if they wanted to take a closer look at the other dragons." Lynn sighed, "I can only say that they are your guests, please don't disturb them.

Fortunately, the two of them shouted in dragon language, which the undead could not understand. "

"Most of them should set off for Waterdeep, right? I think the water net is almost done." Hill walked over and walked side by side in the forest with Lynn.

Since the Wood Elves became a member of the city of Aglaia, the green forest has belonged to Hill, otherwise he would not have occupied the mountain.

"Having walked more than half, and a small part, seems to be very interested in farming, and has been following behind the druids to help them plant flowers and trees." Lynn said a little strangely, "but the druids said that they Not much love for nature, but more curiosity.

When the druids used magic to cultivate plants, the undead didn't seem to be interested, but now they have to do it themselves, but they are very active.

Are the undead all of noble origin? The last time I saw someone like this ~IndoMTL.com~ was the lady of a certain duke's family, who wanted to try the life of the poor. "

"Actually, it's almost the same. You don't have to worry about food and clothing, you are safe and happy, and you have learned all kinds of knowledge since childhood." Hill thought for a while before answering. The little nobles in Toril may not have such a good life.

"Forget it, other worlds, no matter how beautiful it is, it doesn't matter to me." Lynn shook his head and said softly, "On the other side of Waterdeep City, the undead fought with the most arrogant gangster just after a day. It's the dagger gang of the city guards behind him."

"Waterdeep City's ability to unload and kill donkeys is still so high!" Hill sighed.

The end of the city guards will always be thrown away when they are used up. By the way, they have to use them as waste to test how much power the dead clan can use now.

"There's no response from the Black Tower?" Lynn asked, knowing that Hill had a way to monitor Kelburn's side.

"No," Hill said regretfully. "Only Laila occasionally takes her children out to bask in the sun, and she's not easy to mess with."

"What a pity..." Lynn didn't finish his words, but Hill understood that it was a pity for him that Laila had suddenly returned to Waterdeep with the child instead of staying in the city of hope, Remansin. .

Just as he was about to reply, he was interrupted, and the bell of Hill's tied hair rang softly.

He glanced up in surprise, then pulled Lynn and flew directly back to the study of the floating castle.

Lynn looked at Lily of the Valley holding a silver-black teardrop-shaped gem in surprise. The picture above her head was a little blurry, but it was already clear what was going on.

The undead have joined the Edna Maxwell.

Hill looked at the girl opposite the little girl with a strange face. The "Old Sanda King" was pointing at her skirt and saying something, presumably asking where her skirt was made.


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