Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 543: Warm welcome from Hill

Hill showed a sinister smile, and the crystal fan fell directly into the palm of his hand.

As a gift of reunion after a long absence, Twelve Tornadoes is his heartfelt welcome ceremony.

Especially the little **** in the middle standing on the mast.

Three tornadoes rolled directly towards the ship from three directions, absolutely guaranteeing that they would stand side by side, face to face, on all fours.

A ray of light quickly flew out of a ship and rushed directly towards Hill.

The diamond-shaped crystal told Hill the identity of the comer.

It seems that the artifact of the God of Time and Space has no intention of accompanying the undead into the tornado and swinging freely.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~"

"Hill is raging mad~ Hurry up and go back to the house!"

The undead on the deck ran around, howling and pouring salt on Hill's wounds.

The Seraphs of Corellon don't know what happened yet, but they can also feel that the undead's tongue is causing trouble.

Even the artifact didn't plan to take care of it, so they all flew away before the tornado hit.

Such a slow wind speed does not seem to want the lives of the undead, at most it can teach them a lesson.

With a sullen face, Hill looked at the sailboat that was turned into the air by the tornado. The undead who hadn't had time to rush into the cabin kept colliding with their companions, and those who were unlucky would even collide directly to the board.

Even if their pain response is minimized, this kind of horizontal shot to the magic ship is enough to let them know what it means to be slapped!

The undead have always chosen dead friends, and there are many people who close the door after entering by themselves, so most of them failed to rush into the cabin.

It's just a matter of time for everyone to experience what it means to be dark, dizzy, and have a bruised nose and a swollen face!

Especially the ship that was taken care of by the three tornadoes, most of them were children in shape, and they were pushed back and forth between the three tornadoes like bowling balls.

The undead were indeed screaming, but the Seraphs who landed above the port felt that these guys were not afraid, but rather happy.

Or excited.

They looked at it with interest for a while, and some of them simply flew in, trying to figure out why these visitors from another world could scream and be happy.

Lin En and the elf crusaders beside him looked awkwardly at the paladins of Tyr who were standing with them at the port to welcome visitors from another world.

Although the interaction between the undead and Hill is a bit funny, it is still understandable. If you dare to play a prank, you will be retaliated, and Hill didn't want their lives.

However, those Seraphs who rushed into the tornado by themselves...

I don't know how many gods and powerful people are staring at this place now!

Not to mention the harp players over there who climbed to the roof to watch the excitement as soon as the song was heard.

They glanced at the envoy standing at the top of the tower, and then suppressed the thought of stopping the angels back into their throats.

The non-stop flapping wings and tiptoes all prove that Lashriel has tried hard to suppress his impulse. At least he is the leader, and he hasn't rushed in together yet!

Playing along is what this notoriously wayward ghost would do.

The elf crusaders just feel a little ashamed.

Only Lynn looked at the chaos on the sea, and suddenly felt his eyes go dark.

How can he manage such a person in the future?

Did Hill say that the undead have their own managers?

When something goes wrong, can he find a solution in time?

Lin En felt that he seemed to be wrong about something. There is a difference between chaos and chaos. Could Corellon and Su Lun be the same thing?

Hill looked over there with a sullen face. Of course he knew that if these undead dared to make such a fuss, they must have been mentally prepared to be beaten. It might even be something discussed on their forum.

This is not an activity that can be prepared in a day or two.

But what can he do?

You can't let them drop an experience first just for a little mischief.

Hill had no choice but to hope that some undead who hadn't planned to do this but were implicated would beat them up a few more times when they survived the wind.

He thinks it should be no problem, there will always be someone who will get dizzy and spin the flywheel.

Hill glanced at the diamond-shaped crystal in front of him, the divine weapon avatar restrained the light of divinity, and the originally shining appearance dimmed a lot.

Probably because he was worried that Hill would take his anger out on him.

Hill pointed to the southeast corner: "I can't provide other help, I can't do many things here in Toril.

The forest park over there is where I prepared the residence for the undead. There is an alchemy square in the middle, and I will leave it to you.

I still have locals here, please pay more attention and control the excitement of the undead. "

The diamond-shaped crystal floated up and down a few times, and an exquisite small box appeared in midair.

Hill took over: "Give it to me?"

The artifact jumped and quickly turned into a beam of light and flew directly into the alchemy square.

Hill couldn't help but look up, the golden sun peacock above the clouds told Hill what the artifact of the God of Time and Space was worried about.

This guy seems a little ready to move.

With Ransander's curiosity, Corellon had nothing to do.

Not every guy who has committed a crime can still dance in front of the suffering master like him.

Corellon didn't mind killing him, if he could.

The artifact of the **** of time and space must know who the guy who is eyeing him is, so he runs fast.

As long as he enters the Alchemy Square, he can completely assimilate that hut, and firmly bind himself and Toril's space law. Even if anyone wants to do it, it will not be so easy.

The time-space artifact really used his fastest speed, and he didn't want to sacrifice one of his clones just like that.

Really taken away by Ransander, he really had no choice but to blew himself up!

Otherwise, if the undead and Ransander are mixed together, Toril may really be blown up completely. He is here to help the God of Time and Space to gain benefits, not to send the God of Time and Space into the bottomless abyss.

That guy's whimsical idea, no matter how good it looks, turns out to be a big pit that can never be recovered.

"Sill." Standing beside him, Terry asked thoughtfully, "So you are a bear? Is there a bear **** in your world? No, a **** bear...

Nor..."

"The bear of the earth, the descendant of the earth goddess Trasil, is the descendant of the world tree god." Hill interrupted the golden dragon who didn't know what he was struggling with. He didn't want to guess what Taili was thinking. , I always feel that I will be more angry.

Terry nodded suddenly, then lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

The gauze curtain of the study behind Hill moved slightly, and Hill turned his head to look at the fawning and smiling little girl.

"Papa Hill~ I really can't blame me~" Aglaia lowered her head, only showing half of her body and looked at him, with one toe moving uneasily, "They guarded me and let me hear It's the first song!

I really didn't hear the second song at all.

I thought it was a surprise~ so I didn't say anything.

Sorry, Papa Hill~

I really didn't think that much. "

Hill could only sigh, and gently waved away the depression in his heart: "This should be a nursery rhyme in their world, and I guess they have sung it since they were young.

They just need to change the lyrics and post them on the forum, they don't need to practice together.

Forget it! In fact, I was already mentally prepared, but I didn't expect it to be so ruthless. "

Hill believed Aglaia's words. His little daughter hadn't learned to read his poor old father's jokes.

Not to mention the alchemy huts of the undead, it is the lord's mansion in their family residence, Aglaia can't even see what happened inside.

Actually, with that "Hill Biography", he will lose face sooner or later, but Hill really didn't expect that he told Toril on the first day that the undead came, that he, Aglaia The lord of the town is a bear.

"Your other half is an elf?" Terry suddenly said again, "Elves in any world are so crazy!"

"Terry." Lin En, who didn't know when he came up, said with a sneer, "As a dragon, how do you have the face to say such a thing?"

"Lynn!" Hill directly blocked the infighting among his own people, "Why did you come up suddenly?"

"How long are you going to let them hang around there?" Lynn withdrew his glaring look at Taylor, "How should I deal with their person in charge?"

"Just go directly to the square in the forest park. It's a clone of Trasil, the **** of time and space, which is responsible for managing the undead.

Do you remember the Salar law I showed you? The regulation of the undead will only be more than that, you know it in the past.

Let Liszt take you there.

However, you'd better go to the port first, the undead are already sick, so they can be put down. "

Lin En nodded and left, dragging Tai Li away by the way, so he wouldn't let this golden dragon be idle!

Hill waved off the tornado.

The magic boat dexterously avoided all the falling people in an instant, causing them to fall into the sea one by one.

Hill was a little surprised. With such a ruthless operation, the one who can't control the magic ship is also an undead, right?

The magic ship soon stopped at the port in the eyes of everyone~IndoMTL.com~The residents of Aglaia town and some passers-by couldn't help but stand on the side of the road and watch.

As the undead began to wobble and jump off the boat, Hill heard a very loud gasp.

Never in the history of Toril were there so many elves and half-elves.

"Hill~Hill~" came a familiar voice from below, "Give me back Lan?"

Hill couldn't help laughing, and leaned lightly on the crystal railing of the terrace, and Aglaia also floated over and sat on it, her beautiful gradient dress fluttering in the wind.

There are many familiar figures on the port, but they are still there.

Hill thought that some familiar faces might not be seen anymore! After all, it's been a long time.

He gently waved to the bottom, the crystal flower ring on his left hand was shining brightly, and it was the first time that the divine art 'Water of Tranquility' appeared so clearly on the continent of Toril.

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