Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 748: The temple of Heim that has to be installed before leaving

Hill flies slowly along the main road towards the city of Aglaia.

When passing through Longsaddle Town, he couldn't help but glance: that Kelburn's friend, Marco Hubbell's Tower of Evening Twilight, can only appear in Neverwinter under the current conditions. the edge of the forest.

The waves caused by Purvi, flying slowly under the clouds, alarmed the tower's guards: a griffin flew around the tower a few times and finally stopped at the top of the tower, craned its neck and looked up, looking up. It wasn't meant to fly up to see it.

It seems that this gryphon also knows what the appearance of the otherworldly whale means, otherwise this grumpy creature is not so polite to the flying creatures passing by... Relying on the magic tower controlled by the 20th level archmage, Of course it is not afraid of dragons.

So this griffin has never had a good reputation. Its cock-fighting personality is known far and wide. If it can be so honest, it is estimated that the Hubbell Archmage has repeatedly claimed the identity of Purvi.

Hill glanced at the well-known magic tower, turned his head noncommittally, did not intend to do much, and the strange castle group on the west side of the hill also lost his interest.

If the Hubbell Castle he had seen in various game illustrations was a little mysterious of a large medieval castle... The real Hubbell family castle didn't interest him much at all, it was actually composed of countless towers The bizarre building complex surrounding a five-story stone castle in the middle...and it all looked dilapidated, whether it was the castle or the tower, it was obvious that it had been repaired many times.

It is normal to have some blue and white buildings below the hillside, but they are only three-story garden mansions, and they are not closely connected. The distance between each building is at least 200 meters. .

Then there is the small town at the foot of the mountain, which is no different from most towns in Faerûn, and there is no trace of a mage town at all.

Hill couldn't help laughing and told Purvi to return directly to the territory.

He might as well go back and build the road.

He really thinks too much. As long as he is an official mage, he will not be willing to stay with others: Archmage Marco, who can protect himself, will go to the forest ten kilometers away from his family to build a magic tower. Although people have to hug together to keep warm, they must at least give themselves an independent space.

Changan Town is the site of their Hubbell family, and their mages can't be accommodated in this hill without too many mages. Of course, they can live very spaciously. .

As long as they are middle-level mages, they won't be too poor. It doesn't cost much to find a place to build a tower... Hill feels that what they need more is to be careful not to be bombed by the neighbor next door to their tower.

Actually, there is no problem for the mages of the Hubbell family to choose to live in the tower, not to mention getting used to the structure of the magic tower... This can also save a lot of space and damage to the next door neighbor.

Those tattered towers that have been repaired countless times can justify this choice.

Hill saw the traces of the years there... Those towers on the edge, although there are signs of restoration, are obviously retouched... But the further in, the uglier the towers are, the shades are different Even the rough edges of the stone make it easy to see the owner's impatience.

Hill has forgotten that the mud in this world is turned into stone, and the most common stone is converted. If the strength of the defensive magic circle is not strong enough, it is normal to have to fill the house with stones after a few experiments. .

Well... it seems that the only attraction for the mages in Longsaddle Town is the rich collection of books and the familiarity with the history of Faerûn.

He thought there would be something interesting in this place...disappointing.

Hill fell to the ground in dissatisfaction, the crystal flower ring on his finger glowed, and pulled out a 25.5-meter-wide cyan avenue from the main road leading to the finger ridge of the world... His transformation Mud is stone, even if the mana used is slight, it is quite easy to turn it into a relatively solid bluestone road.

Hill walked slowly to the lake, the blue road stretched under his feet, he walked around the lake that fell from the sky, and then flew to the westernmost side of the lake.

The shape of this lake is interesting, it just happens to be the shape of a heart... The apex of the heart is the starting point on the east side, and the less obvious depression is on the west side.

If it wasn't for Hill who built the road, it wouldn't be so obvious, but now, people flying in the air can feel the shape of the heart by looking closely.

Hill happily raised a small pier in the west, and planted endless vines on the small stone building, outlining the recess more clearly.

He decided to leave the surprise to the undead to find out...as long as they could remember that they could fly.

Then he turned around and continued walking towards Aglaia City: along the way, he had to move the passing fields to other places.

Fortunately, all the fields here belong to the city of Aglaia. They just hired someone to plant them. He can do whatever he wants.

The fields allocated to the townspeople, according to Lynn's opinion, are all distributed on the edge of the green forest. Although it is relatively close to the cemetery, there are creeks there to help irrigate.

Furthermore, the Torils would find it safer to be near the graveyards of the Knights of Justice and the Priests of the Silvermoon, at least the evil undead would be afraid to appear there.

Hill doesn't care about this. The temple cemetery has always been sealed tightly, and the flowers and trees nearby probably don't have the ability to absorb much nutrition from those corpses... Anyway, he doesn't eat the food in these fields.

He walked slowly to the east gate of Aglaia City. Lynn was already smiling and stood there waiting for him to finish. There were many curious townspeople watching behind him. It was rare that even dwarves and gnomes ran out. .

Lynn took a look, then clapped his hands and said, "It seems that our lord has already built the road, and the rest is to plant beautiful shrubs on both sides of the avenue... Ilsa, I'll leave this to you, and I'll give you a sum of money to hire the Trahir."

A wood elf dressed as a druid came out and bowed slightly: "Okay. I'll go to the alchemy hall tomorrow morning."

"I built a small pier on the edge of that lake." Hill urged, "I found that the fish in that lake were all brown fins, which are considered to be very good among freshwater fish... The lake was cut from the kingdom of Cormyr.

This fish is a specialty of that country and is said to taste pretty good.

Tell citizens I allow them to fish in the lake, but not during the breeding season for brown fins. "

Before Lynn could speak, the townspeople who heard behind him cheered... Although they seldom went to the lake before because of the long distance, having one more kind of food would be great for everyone. is good.

Now there's a way out...the poorest family in Aglaia can afford an ordinary horse.

Hill nodded to them: "Go if you want! The road is safe, just don't cross that Faerûn road."

Many citizens rushed directly onto the road, seemingly planning to see the lake and the fish in it with their own eyes... Some of them turned around and went home. These people were smart enough to go back to find their mounts first.

Hill couldn't help shaking his head and asked Lynn with a smile, "Is there anything else?"

"Go back to the castle first?" Lynn said softly.

Hill reluctantly grabbed his arm and flew directly to the floating castle. In fact, he really just asked casually... What can happen in one day?

Purvey had long since run back on his own... He really liked the open-air gardens on the castle.

The light blue moonlight filled the garden always made him feel like he was back home.

When Hill heard this description for the first time, he had to wonder if the otherworldly whale, the blue native world with no land but an endless ocean, was a moon that had not yet awakened...

After returning to the study, Lynn spoke quickly: "The Temple of Heim chose Neverwinter City and plans to leave early tomorrow... I actually knew for a long time that their minds were uncertain, even if we gave him a place, he It's just an ordinary church that can be evacuated at any time.

It seems that they have not been optimistic about the city of Aglaia. "

"It's not surprising that the Temple of Heim wants to leave me. Heim's believers are all adventurers and mercenaries, especially those who are bodyguards." Hill poured a glass of wine for the unhappy Lynn, "Just Not to mention their most basic protection work, where does Aglaia City still have tasks for these people?

Didn't the undead even grab the quests in the tavern?"

Lynn sighed: "But how could they be so embarrassed to go to Neverwinter... The people of the Knights of Justice almost went crazy... The people in the Temple of Heim were so embarrassed to let them go back with them, and they were almost killed by the Silver Shield. The demigod head was beaten up.

In the end, the original Captain of Neverwinter succeeded, and the guys connected to the Temple of Heim threw them out with the messengers of Neverwinter. "

"It's finally a bit smarter." Hill commented lightly, "This is to find out that Heim's group of people are secretly doing something bad... Isn't it just to make our perception of the Knights of Justice worse?

As long as we act unwelcome, with the stiff heads of those tin cans, we will definitely run.

At that time ~IndoMTL.com~Neverwinter may be a good choice...

These guys really don't care about their friendship with the Knights of Justice for thousands of years... Heim, it really isn't that good with Tyr. "

Lynn snorted coldly: "It's their luck... Normally, those priests of Tyre rushed to the front line, and they should all be in Luskan.

But they are well aware of the abilities of the undead. There is no need for them to risk the backlash of the magic net to release the magic, so they all stay in the temple.

The priests of Tyre are all born of the law..."

Sil laughed: "It seems that the relationship between them and the nobles of Toril is quite delicate."

The righteous believers of Tyre, how much lessons have to be learned to react to these dirty thoughts so quickly!

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