Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 1207: The days in Toril, the countdown begins

Sill looked up to the dark, cloud-shrouded half-mountain to the north.

Earthquakes and volcanoes that erupted at the same time cleaned up the entire Neverwinter Mountains... Except for the traces left by the magma, everything else is gray and black.

If it wasn't because Hill had stabilized the leylines on the other side, it is estimated that the small half to the south of the Neverwinter Forest would definitely not have stayed.

The only benefit of this disaster may be that after the forest on the north side collapsed, hot springs gushed out from the ground.

Although most of them were mixed with the muddy volcanic ash to form a swamp... Hill suddenly had a strange feeling, whether there must be a vast swamp in this area, and two big heads exposed in the swamp cautiously Spy on the black dragon brothers here.

Although the seaside has turned into a mountainside, they still made their home on this main road in northern Faerun.

"We can play in the Neverwinter Forest now, can't we? Lord Lord." The white dragon that Oberon was sitting on suddenly spoke in a high-pitched voice.

"Auberon has no opinion." Hill replied gently after thinking about it, "However, the vine must be worn.

You guys also know that you are impulsive, don't you?

I finally made a friend, but I turned into an enemy because of my mess, but what should I do? "

Bai Long tilted his head and thought about it, then nodded immediately: "I know! Little goblins are not a good thing either, if they play too much tricks, they may... make us want to bite them to death.

But in that case... Auberon should be sad. "

"Yes!" Hill patted his head appreciatively, "So, be more tolerant to your friends!"

"What about the two black dragons next door?" The white dragon rubbed happily on Hill's hand, "What if they want to eat white dragon meat?

Together, we can't beat the two of them!

Even if you call for help, the dead will not survive. "

The smaller dragons on Bailong Mountain, especially the young dragons, are a bit carefree because of the abundant food and safe life, but for this young white dragon who once lived **** the big glacier, in the past The sense of crisis that may be skinned by some creature at any time is always there.

"Brother Black Dragon won't do that." Hill comforted him with a smile, "He will even protect you."

"What?" White Dragon screamed, "Black Dragon? How is that possible? That thing can eat dragon meat!"

"Because they also signed a contract with the goddess of magic!" Hill laughed, "To some extent, the two of them have to listen to Alvia!

No matter what, they will not watch their colleagues or even their boss's children being hurt right under their noses.

Don't worry!

Elvia will always protect you in Joseph Garden.

But, don't make trouble!

Bad boys must be punished. "

Hill reassured him patiently.

The IQ of an adult white dragon is sometimes... even worse than that of a goblin. Therefore, a young white dragon is no different from a child.

Hill is a bit patient with children.

After all, compared to his own brats, these white dragons can actually create much less chaos. Spraying some water mist, throwing two ice hockey pucks, and stealing some meat are nothing?

Even if you are full of energy all day and night, as long as you whip the whip, you can be honest for a while.

Moreover, it may be because the infancy is more like animals, Bailong is actually very easy to develop some fixed habits, even if he is selfish and indifferent by nature, he can still teach children.

Anyway, in Toril, only those who are more selfish can live longer.

As long as Hill thinks of his own little bears, he is extremely tolerant of these little white dragons' quarrels: Orianna is a little bastard, and a fight can turn the world upside down. If the three little bears reach a consensus, it will make the spirit Jinshan trembled three times.

If the characteristic of infinite strength is put on a particularly bad boy, it will be a disaster.

Oliana's biological parents were really exhausted in those years. After all, the patriarch always only let his biological parents wipe their ass, even if they had just struggled out of the cosmic storm, there was no respite.

It is the tradition of the Earth Bear that whoever raises it will clean it up. The other bears can at most help them with some food, as for discipline... Hehe, who is not a baby, why should he suffer that?

The black dragon brothers who went to the settlement and went directly to the Goddess of Magic silently put away their prying eyes. They didn't want to hear how the Lord Agraia taught the little white dragon.

Anyway, it’s not a bad thing for the two of them that the neighbor next door becomes a goblin...Fairies and little flower fairies are creatures that are likely to attract the covetousness of some mages who want to build their own magic botanical gardens, and there must be many Adventurers try to enter this sprawling forest to catch two and go.

Moreover, these guys with ulterior motives must go from the swamp...who dares to go to the south?

The area to the east that used to be the Harbell family has now turned into a cold water lake several kilometers deep.

No one knows where the water came from, maybe it was an underground river that penetrated directly into the Underdark?

No one can go there anyway.

Anyone who wants to sneak into the Neverwinter Forest will probably have to sneak into their brother's swamp.

Weizlum looked at his younger brother who was hiding in the hot spring water: "Urzul, with these little neighbors, although we won't make a lot of money in the future, we will definitely not starve to death!"

Urzul turned over and let the sun shine on his belly: "Get rich? What kind of get rich?

Accompanying the undead to the glacier sea in the north can earn 5,000 gold, what other wealth is worth our trouble? "

"Being a dragon! You can never pick and choose! Can we let the bandits pass by?" Wetzlum said seriously.

"Oh~ that's definitely not possible!" Urzul said happily, "There are no days of 5000 gold, but 5 silver coins can make a dragon happy!

Anyway, we are safe now, and absolutely no one will come to eradicate the dragon. "

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Weitzlum warned his younger brother with a serious face, "We! We are black dragons following under the skirt of the great goddess of magic, Mystra!

It was never a dragon, you know? There is no such thing~”

"Brother~" Urzul quietly opened one closed eye and stared at his brother's dragon face, "Wouldn't the five-color dragon be struck by lightning if he said this?"

"Tsk!" Wetzlum impatiently pushed his paw away from the younger brother who liked to tell the truth, "Shut up if you can't speak!"

Urzul spread his dry wings, followed the power of his brother's claws, and floated leisurely on the warm swamp, his voice was full of happiness: "Ah... I thought that before , we really like the cold sea water!

Now it seems that it is more comfortable to be warm~”

Weizlum grinned slightly, looked at the archmage in white clothes fluttering on the branch of the Neverwinter Forest, and then slowly fell into the water.

When the sorrow of not being able to revenge condensed in their hearts, of course only the cold ice water could keep them rational and not fight desperately with the magicians in Amn.

But now, they no longer bear the hatred of the past, and they don't even need to search for the future by themselves. Of course, they just need to choose the most comfortable way of life.

He slowly closed his eyes in the sun... He used to think that the blue dragon who loved music to the point of madness must have been subjected to a sophistication, but now, he can understand!

Longsheng has no worries, of course he can pursue other joys of life!

Weizlum thought for a while, and suddenly said: "Ah~ the best entertainment I can think of, seems to be black and white."

"Huh?" Urzul replied slowly, "What are you thinking again! Brother.

Isn't this the only job that makes money and entertains? "

I don't know around my territory, ah, no, it should be Hill, a pair of voluntary inspectors, who appeared on the main road from Aglaia to Luskan, helping Oberon clear the glade After reorganizing, I flew back to the floating castle.

In his study, a stiff vine was hanging in mid-air to lay a dead body.

Hill couldn't help but sighed, and touched the red leaves of the killing vine.

After knowing that Hill was about to leave, the killing vine decided to split again... She swallowed Malar more than once, condensing too much Toril's natural divine power in her body, and she was once again on the verge of promotion.

As a part of nature, it is her nature to devour creatures, no matter how careful Ao is, she will not be counted.

But Killing Vine doesn't like Malar's supernatural power that is full of murderous characteristics~IndoMTL.com~ Anyway, she originally planned to leave a powerful clone in Toril to help Lynn manage the white dragon, He simply decided to advance to a level before leaving... After the promotion, the messy power swallowed in the previous stage will be directly purified.

Hill didn't know what color she would become after this transformation.

It is indeed easy to advance to the level of killing vines that rely on devouring to grow, but because of her ability to swallow everything, it is difficult to grow, especially after the crimson demigod stage.

Because of the uncontrollable desire to devour, this plant will create terrible disasters, and plants have very obvious weaknesses.

The one next to Hill is probably the first killing vine that humans can see to advance to the rank of God, right?

Hill said softly: "We are leaving in half a year, you have to work harder~"

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