Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 566: Silver Dragon Farisones’ Tablet
On the white clouds, Hill, who released a cloud house, stopped his busy hands.
The little flower fairies who were trying to establish a good relationship with the Lily of the Valley and Jasmine Windmill that Hill released kept urging Hill to quickly set up the nest of the magic plants.
Hill smiled helplessly.
Although these magic plants can absorb the magic power in the air to survive, they still prefer more nutritious soil. Hill has to arrange two flower beds for them every time.
He finished the work quickly, opened all the isolation circles in the cloud house, and used the fifth chapter of the magic book without hesitation.
The illusion circle on the cloud house is made of Trasil's silver moon fragments as the magic energy. Even if it is Wojin, Hill feels that she can't find herself.
However, Hill still needs to be wary of strong men allied with Vol'jin, such as Bane.
This kind of guy is a tyrannical faction who can sweep all the clouds in the sky even if he can't find them.
Hill really didn't expect that when he heard the news from Woking again, it would be in Ten Towns.
However, it is also understandable. Although the relationship between the ten northern towns and the barbarians has always been unclear, the people in the town of Bryn Shande will definitely not communicate with the barbarians.
They have always hated the barbarian rebellion back then.
Although the barbarians' target is not this small town, they don't care if they hurt these useless humans when chasing the enemy.
Businessmen like Ten Towns who know the news rarely spread the word at the risk of offending a true god. Tempus is not a generous god.
Besides, just because he hates Vol'jin doesn't mean that he will become sworn enemies with Vol'jin.
Otherwise, Vol'jin's believers wouldn't be hiding here, they could still go to other continents!
As long as there are merchants, there will be no lack of believers for the merchant's friends.
It's just that whether this believer is a trustworthy follower or a madman who dares to deal with God on an equal footing depends on Vol'jin's luck.
There is no such thing as luck for the Goddess of Wealth, who is always wrong, Hill feels.
He returned to the room, felt the cool breath above the clouds in Icewind Valley, and happily began flipping through the books in his hands, especially some black stone books, the words on them were not just ancient elf texts. .
Some patterns mixed in it are obviously dragon language.
And a book written in dragon language, even if it is a children's story, should be a magical wonder.
But these books are completely devoid of magic.
However, although the book is made of black stone, the pattern is simple and simple, and it looks like a good thing.
So the owner of the grocery store put these books on the top of the box of torn books. Even though they were already covered in dust, they might attract the attention of some businessmen who thought they could appreciate them.
However, Hill estimated that most people would not be able to understand this ancient elf language. Apart from mages who study runes, it is estimated that only scholars who study ancient books will learn this ancient elf language.
Even if a few mages who pass by occasionally can understand it, they probably don't have much interest in those elves' children's pillow stories.
A person who can tell that there is a problem with the pattern at a glance, either has the inheritance of a giant dragon, or understands the language of God.
After the writing of the giant dragon, it is somewhat similar to the language of God in some respects. Therefore, people like Hill who rely on inheritance to learn reluctantly can only write, and there are some problems in speaking.
But Hill is more used to using elf runes, so it doesn't matter.
He read this passage bit by bit and couldn't help laughing.
Fortunately, his pronunciation was corrected by Taili before, and Hill read out slowly: "Little dragon who studies hard will sleep in a bed made of gold coins in the future."
The slate book in his hand slowly changed shape, and finally turned into black scales, which looked blank.
Hill recognized it, this is the black dragon scale.
Of course, he also recognized what these books were: Farisones' tablet, a secondary artifact of the transformation system.
Although it is understandable why these long-disappeared things appeared in Ten Towns, this is the place where the giant dragons and ancient elves used to live together when they had a good relationship.
But Hill was still a little dazed for a moment. He couldn't tell whether it was his luck or whether the world of Toril was playing with him.
He looked down at the seemingly blank scales, stroked them gently and carefully with his hands, and sure enough read those words.
One side of each scale is polished smooth, while the other side retains its natural rough texture. That famous silver dragon, Farisones's, is on the smooth side, written in neat draconic language. The rougher side contains some additional notes, written in Old Elvish.
The content on these tablets describes how the dragons learn, understand and use magic. Even a little dragon who has no teaching at all, as long as they have this, combined with their own inherited knowledge, they can grow healthily and quickly.
As for the ancient elf language that follows, Hill read it once, and most of it is a commentary on dragon language magic.
After Hill read it carefully, he was notified of this artifact. Only a person who has spent 10 days studying the tablet carefully can gain 20% of all spells or spell-like spells from real dragons. Department of exemption.
He could feel that the original dragon teaching material for children was changed into a tool for dealing with dragons after it fell into the hands of the ancient elves.
Hill pondered for a while, and felt that the only value of this artifact for him was reference materials, so it should be just a matter of luck, which was easier for him to understand.
The Holy Grail of Amanata that I encountered earlier was abnormal. Hill's head went numb when he saw that thing, and he kept calling the police in his mental sea. No matter how he looked at it, it was a trap.
Hill looked up at the sky outside, the sun had slowly shifted, and it was already dusk the next day.
The bumper harvest on the first day made him have unrealistic expectations for the collection of books in the Northland. Even though he knew that the hope was not high, Hill still happily collected the books.
The owner of the grocery store is really capable, and Hill actually received nearly 600 books in the next two days.
It's a pity that Hill glanced at it a few times, but it didn't make him feel any strange.
He was a little discouraged, and greeted the evening of the third day sadly.
Although I have been mentally prepared for a long time, there are many mages here in Ten Towns, especially those red-robed mages from Luskan. Although their character is not very good, their eyesight is not necessarily bad. Compared to the idiots raised by the black stick in the city of deep water, these red robes who are always on the verge of life and death are much stronger, and they will not miss a little chance.
But the harvest on the first day was wonderful.
Sill smiled and came to Summer's grocery store, and stopped quietly.
Waving his hand to stop Summer from coming out, Hill glanced coldly at the person hiding in the nearby bookstore. This kind of low-level illusion combined with shadow magic circle, also wanted to hide it from his eyes?
The people in the bookstore pretended to be dead, and continued to hide in the shadow of the bookstore. They knew very well that they were just watching instead of showing hostility. Generally, mages of this kind of kind camp would not attack them first .
The task they received was just surveillance. Of course, the other party also tried to hire them to assassinate. The Thieves Union has always been a part-time killer.
But absolutely no one is that stupid, the news of the Thieves Union is better than the harpist.
How this guy dealt with those high-ranking thieves in Silvermoon City has spread throughout the entire Faerun Continent.
Unless there is a way to restrict his use of magic, no thief will do it, or whoever can take out a magic-breaking dagger that can pierce the shield of a nine-ring mage as the reward for the first task, otherwise it will be considered as the God of Mask They will not do anything to this archmage.
Most of the people who join the ranks of thieves are to make their lives better. Who would expect any thieves to have any beliefs in life?
If there is such a thing, then it must be a silly son and silly girl in a noble family looking for excitement, either becoming a consumable hero in an epic, or dying without knowing where he died.
Hill frowned. This attitude of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water is indeed a bit annoying.
With a move of his finger, he completely blocked the circle around the bookstore, preventing outsiders from entering, and then set up a trap using invisible wind and earth magic on this circle, even the roof. Never let go.
He is indeed very good at dealing with these guys in the shadows. As long as someone steps on them, the strong wind will directly bring them down to the ground. They will not die, but it will take a long time to climb up.
These thieves always think that the mages of the good camp are easy to deal with, but except for those apprentices who just got out of the magic tower and only know how to obey the rules, there are countless kinds of cooking for a great mage like Hill They don't let themselves go against their inner will.
Have Vol'jin's followers been reduced to hiring the minions of their enemies, though? Musk is going to roll with laughter in the astral world, right?
Sill walked into the grocery store thoughtfully, and Summer brought his big man who looked like a nephew to greet him anxiously: "Respected Archmage, I have never leaked your news Ah!"
Hill raised his right hand and pressed it down, indicating that he doesn't need to care about these things~IndoMTL.com~Hill already knew many things.
Of course the trap was prepared long ago, otherwise even he couldn't have set it up in an instant.
He found Lily of the Valley not for Xiaohuaxian.
Although he won't set up surveillance eyeliners in all ten towns, he must have already set up the tiny bells sprinkled by lilies of the valley in Bryn Sander Town and Goertas Town.
Ling Lan has been by Hill's side for a long time, and the abundant natural force has given her the strength close to that of a demigod, and she no longer needs living branches to watch and peep.
A small silver bell the size of a needle point, as long as Hill throws it at the adventurers running around, they will naturally find a safe enough place to fall.
They don't have any magical power, they just pass on what they hear to Lily of the Valley from time to time, and Lily of the valley needs to find clues in the messy news.
Hill was just reluctant to do it before, but enemies, who cares how they feel?
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