Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 404: Her hugs free
The undead are leaving in groups, and Hill thinks they're excited.
Maybe it's because the country of ice and snow is full of ice monsters? It is indeed very different from the monsters they usually fight.
Especially those who fought with the king of insects. The evil god's subordinates have long since lost their human form. If you want to become his followers, you have to fuse with an insect spirit.
Although an ordinary person can instantly reach the top of the great knight class, in this world with so many gods, most of the people who would give up their lives and choose to follow the King of Bugs are despairing avengers.
So most of the King of Bugs believers hate human beings very much, and the last thing they like to see is the happiness of human beings.
The inhabitants of the land of insects are becoming less and less like humans, and most of them live together with insects, basically fighting one is a nest.
Maybe it's because few people are willing to be ridden by bugs, and although the country of insects occupies the most resource-rich area in the south, no one bothers them.
The undead really stabbed the hornet's nest this time. Even people who are not afraid of those ugly pictures can't stand it.
The country of winter is different, especially a kind of ice and snow goblin, although the lethality is quite strong, but it looks really good.
Like a four-winged elf carved out of crystal, only the size of a palm, waving a small wand, wearing a transparent crystal skirt, and flickering with transparent butterfly wings, it is indeed very eye-catching.
Hill also thinks it's cute, but unfortunately these goblins have little intelligence, and they dissipate directly once they leave the domain of the Winter Goddess.
"Sir." Liszt showed up, "Xue Yunfeng wants to ask you, if you are separated from the magic tower, can you still get a blue?"
Hill blinked, how could the Kingdom of Winter have any ability to consume so much of the undead, what do they want?
And the focus of 'Xue Yunfeng' is not the magic tower, but Huilan. It's not that they don't know the use of the magic tower, they just politely used a less straightforward statement.
"What do they want?" Hill couldn't help asking.
"I listen to them, if the Winter Kingdom is fast, they will hold an ice sculpture competition." Liszt said as calmly as possible, "they will make the ice by themselves, but they may need a big one in the middle. The scale fills the blue."
Hill nodded helplessly: "In order to help my friends from thousands of miles away, it's okay to make an exception once in a while."
Liszt went to inform the undead, and there were thunderous cheers from outside.
The undead rushed towards the Kingdom of Winter almost in high spirits. They didn't leave anyone to defend. As long as Hill didn't get out of the magic tower, the undead didn't think there was anything to defend in their broken camp.
Hill glanced at the camp outside the magic tower. The undead had already drawn a defensive circle full of walls.
Sometimes, manpower is a real problem.
With the same work, even if the magic circle of such a low level can be painted in a few minutes, it is impossible to paint such a long city wall overnight.
They've even widened the inside of the walls so that 20 people can walk side by side.
Although it's just a simple stone wall, there are enough defenders to stand on it, and there won't be too many enemies on Hill's side.
Although he was also put on a bounty, it was no match for Stargate.
The Church of the Goddess of Gold Coins did not spend much effort on Hill's side, but placed most of the rewards on the stargate.
Especially the reward for smashing the stargate, that's what makes those gods really tempted.
Hill no longer doubts who the coin goddess is, and no one in the multiverse is so rich except for Vol'jin.
Although she didn't make a move herself, she was on the verge of crossing the border. She didn't know who gave her the courage. In the sight of so many powerful gods, she dared to increase her weight in this world.
Is he hiding in a place where he thinks he is absolutely fine?
What gave Vol'jin the illusion that her own judgment was infallible? The six-fingered Grazt, the ruler of the decadent life of the abyss?
If he still believes in the credibility of the evil faction, Vol'jin will definitely suffer another big loss.
Perhaps the tragic fall from medium power made her lose her mind?
Hill raised his hand with the Ring of Winter and waved it lightly, and a heavy goose feather began to snow outside.
Different from the chilling ice and snow brought by the Winter Goddess, the snowflakes drawn by Hill's hand are quiet and gentle, fluttering rustling, and will soon be trampled by the undead on the ground in a mess, turned into white.
Similar to what Hill thought, the battle in the Winter Kingdom ended quickly, but the follow-up affairs were very troublesome.
The followers of the Winter Goddess almost slipped all the way, and the only real opponents of the undead were those snow goblins and golems.
Rager camps all rely on coercion to rule their own territory, and there will not be a few devout believers at all.
Moreover, because of the self-isolation of the Winter Goddess, most of the people in the Kingdom of Winter are neutral and evil, and there are not many true evil believers.
After all, they believe in the goddess of winter, just to be able to live better in the ice and snow.
The one who has no other ability, can only make the whole country of winter colder and colder, and all citizens can only rely on her followers or even priestesses to survive the winter.
Her priestesses made their fortunes mostly by working as postmen, takeaways, and errand girls in harsh winter weather.
Such a country actually slowed down the undead. They thought they could pass the customs all the way, but they almost didn't find the Temple of the Winter Goddess, but they found their destination with the help of the locals.
When they smashed the temple, only the endless ice fairies and puppets were stopping them, and the human priestess would desperately shoot.
It's all those glowing red, and they must have done a lot of evil.
They knew that it was useless to surrender, and they would still die, so these high-ranking priestesses could only be loyal to their Lord God.
It's no use running away, and even if the Winter Goddess did come back alive, she wouldn't appreciate the fact that they left a useful body behind.
The undead sent a dejected mage back to inform Hill that the ice sculpture contest was being postponed.
They just smashed the main shrine of the Winter Goddess and now need to clean up the whole country.
With bad luck, it might not even be done before spring.
Hill stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor of the magic tower, and pointed to the snowflakes falling from the sky to the mage standing on the ground: "If necessary, I can help at any time."
Undead mages are much more expensive to float in the air than normal mages, so they land on the ground most of the time, even at Legendary level.
They need more than 1 hour of meditation time to completely return to blue, otherwise they have to buy blue medicine to eat, most people don't have that luxury.
Hill has long been accustomed to talking to the undead wizards on the ground, but he remembers the face of the person in front of him very clearly. This is the big boss who once bought his three alchemy cabins and an exquisite carriage.
The undead can spend a lot of money for pleasure, but they care about the consumption of a bottle of blue medicine. Although it may be difficult for people in the fantasy world to understand, the undead have their own logic.
Hill remembered the old self who bought furniture and clothing without buying medicines, and felt that he could understand their thinking.
The decadent mage was instantly happy. He knew that since Hill said so, he would definitely help them snow the next day.
Although they can also attract ice and snow, it is a short-term spell effect. Once it stops, it will return to normal quickly, and the weather cannot be cooled down. Ice sculptures need more than a period of cold.
The undead don't have the consciousness to work hard while others are playing, and they only feel that it is not me who is playing there.
He flew happily into the sky, rushing towards the group at the fastest speed, completely forgetting that he could also use his tablet to announce the good news.
Hill laughed suddenly and happily went to his laboratory.
Alice has found some materials for him, and he has to start working. Hill decides to make some frost protection potion first.
Looks like the undead will be in Winterland for a long time.
"Why are you so happy, sir?" Liszt couldn't understand, "Isn't it because the undead can't come back to do this ice sculpture competition? Although they made a little noise, it was very interesting!"
"Of course it's the beautiful Winter Goddess, and she's probably finished now." Hill replied indifferently, "The fact that she hasn't come back from the ground for so long can only prove that she's not strong enough or that she hasn't met that Loos yet.
But now, she, who has lost the main temple, has completely fallen from the throne. Even if she finds a place to die, she will not give her last bit of divine power to Ross.
That one is not polite, the useless subordinate is only suitable for food.
I still remember that morning when the winter goddess was pompous! "
"But, didn't the husband let her go?" Liszt couldn't understand what Hill was thinking at all.
"There's no way." Hill looked at his fingers, "I'm wearing the Ring of Winter, why should I save some face for the frost girl outside.
But her end is so tragic~IndoMTL.com~ I'd still be happy! "
"Sir is more and more like a real mage." Liszt said suddenly.
"Why? I thought I didn't feel like a mage at all in terms of cleanliness!" Hill asked curiously.
"When Mr. does things, he is more and more free to do what he wants." Liszt sighed, "Before, I could use logical thinking to speculate on Mr.'s choice."
"Is that the Warlock?"
"Warlocks are not qualified to do whatever they want, sir." Liszt replied, "Few warlocks would disdain gods like you, even false gods."
Hill was stunned for a while before finally realizing that even at the legendary stage, it would be difficult for a warlock to break away from the law and move forward alone.
Hill is different, he truly controls the laws he is in.
Even if one day the various skills bestowed upon him are stripped away, he can re-establish the spell cycle by relying on the laws he masters.
He has embraced freedom.