Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 405: The conspirators who showed a little bit of tricks

During the time when the undead were trapped in the Land of Winter, Liszt could feel the occasional fluctuations outside the magic tower.

Before the undead went to the Land of Winter, they handed over the center of the camp they built to Liszt.

For Liszt, who once controlled the entire territory, these relatively simple magic circles are easy to control.

In fact, these magic circles are not very strong. Even if Liszt reacts clearly to the fluctuations of the elements outside, it is actually difficult to detect the existence of false gods.

But people in this world cannot understand that the undead would have handed over the camp they had painstakingly built to Hill, who was obviously not a companion.

After they secretly entered the undead camp, they often used the shadow of the alchemy hut all over the ground to hide, and the elemental fluctuations were more obvious.

If these false gods are mentioned, Hill still needs to estimate who their original body is first, those legends who ran to this time with their own feet, he really didn't plan to let them go.

The bounty offered by the Pantheon is actually not the highest on Hill's side.

But there are always people who think that a legendary mage is just that, as long as there are more people, even if there is a magic tower, it can be easily killed.

Hill suspects that the most well-informed Gold Coin Church on the mainland has concealed the fact that the Four Furious Gods are actually abolished in Hill's hands.

This is the first time that Hill has killed so many people. The mage didn't come to trouble him, but swordsmen, knights, shamans, thieves, and even some chosen people really came.

Hill was angry at first, but then felt that it didn't matter, he just took this opportunity to learn more about various occupations in other worlds.

Trahir's heritage is actually quite ancient, presumably because most of the professions were passed down from the elves.

Hill waved his hand gently, and the meteor shower smashed into an idiot who didn't know whether to live or die. Of course, this skill was originally called Meteor Falling, but Hill also habitually followed the undead and called it a meteor shower.

"Even if the Gold Coin Church blocked the news and so many people died, why would a fool come out?" Hill asked quietly, "Is there anything wrong with the profession for these last ones?"

"There are more thieves." Liszt calculated it and replied immediately, "There are fewer and fewer thieves who can only attack the camp from the front, and the thieves who come behind are all stealthy thieves."

"No." Hill shook his head, "No matter which world the thieves are, they are not idiots who can't beat them, unless they have a compelling reason."

Especially at the legendary rank, all of them are good at backstab, well-informed, and escaping quickly is the most basic skill of a thief.

"Although I can't see what they really look like, some of the thieves who arrived at the end are human, and some are halflings or dwarfs, and they are all short."

Hill estimated that in the past two days, hundreds of legends have died in his hands.

Even if the legends in this world are worthless, they are all fake legends similar to the undead, which should be a big blow to the forces behind them.

Hill was stunned for a moment, "Are they dwarfs or kobolds? Not halflings, they are a bit thicker."

Liszt tried hard to recall that although Hill's meteor shower kills people very fast, but because they always get burned, it's really hard to see what those short thieves will look like after they die.

But kobolds, no matter how deep they hide, can still find something different.

It's just that these legends all died in a relatively peripheral place. Hill didn't like to have to deal with corpses. .

He nodded solemnly: "I was too careless. There are indeed some people who seem to have tails and a little protruding mouth! But there must be a lot of dwarfs, and some people burned their masks first."

Hill looked up and looked into the distance, and there were some small black spots on the horizon.

A few sporadic undead started to fly to the camp, probably some people who didn't like the environment of Winterland, they ran away after completing the task.

According to the habits of the undead, no matter how complicated a task is, once someone completes it first, then the large army behind will also complete it quickly.

Hill smiled. The undead army will probably come back soon. Those two false gods who have been squatting in the shadows, if they don't make a move today, it will be too late.

Having glanced at the false **** who was firmly in the shadows, Hill was a little dazed. Did he overlook something?

How can this mastermind behind the scenes feel that he is bound to win his artifact?

"Is there only kobolds in this world?" Hill stood up and found a race introduction.

It just says that kobolds are a race that lives in volcanoes. They are huge in number, are not afraid of flames, and like to mine. They are a natural evil camp.

There is no description of what he really wants to see.

But this is impossible. If there is no support behind the kobold, how could there be so many legendary thieves?

Hill looked up the introduction of gnomes and dwarves, and found that most of them were engaged in the life of miners and equipment manufacturing.

Especially gnomes, who have given up almost all of their hobbies, making jewelry every day.

However, with the characteristics of these two races, for thousands of years, there has not been any famous equipment and jewelry!

He stood up and found the auction brochures of the Golden Age Chamber of Commerce over the years.

This chamber of commerce likes to collect all their famous auction items into a booklet for some big customers to appreciate.

In fact, it's to get them ready for the money sooner.

No matter which world it is, as long as it is an auction, a little shrewd businessman will actually reach this point.

When Hill buys second-hand books, he often sees these beautiful brochures, and he's really glad that he's not picky, as long as he doesn't have books that he doesn't have.

He looked at it for a long time. In a world with such a long history, there really is no such long-standing gorgeous jewelry!

Sil glanced at the Ring of Winter on his finger, the delicate frost gem flowing with a seductive light.

He found a book about races other than humans, and a little introduction to goblins.

Goblins, in this world, have become slaves of kobolds!

There are hundreds of thousands of people, but in the end they are controlled by kobolds who are said to have only tens of thousands of people.

Hill looked a little dazed. If the number of goblins exceeds a certain level, it will really become a disaster.

If the kobolds were really this strong, they would have become the masters of the entire Faerûn continent.

Hill glanced at the camp outside, and the faster mage had already landed on the wall of the camp.

Hill noticed that they had changed direction in mid-air, intending to return to where his family was, but suddenly changed direction in mid-air.

These are probably the undead who wanted to go back to their alchemy hut to rest, and noticed the corpses on the outskirts of the camp.

They discussed each other for a while, then raised their hands high and erected a wall of fire outside the camp.

This time, Liszt doesn't need to worry about anyone pretending to be dead. The undead seem to be used to cleaning the battlefield so neatly.

Hill has long discovered that undead can't pick up corpses. No matter who they kill, except for the space rings and weapons in their hands, their eyes can't see the equipment on the corpse at all.

William and the God of Time actually considered a lot more than just keeping the undead from seeing the blood in front of them.

Hill looked outside and suddenly took out a particularly luxurious set of mage equipment from the pendant.

From crowns to earrings, bracelets to armbands, everything is available.

This Salar court-style elemental bonus jewelry was given to him by Adrian.

When Hill became a legend, Adrian sent him a lot of flashy things, and his jewelry making skills are actually not as good as Melanie's, a complete waste of gems.

But it was Adrian's good intentions. He also asked Hill to sell it when he needed it, but Hill never planned to sell this set of jewelry even when he was poorest.

Adrian is not someone who often makes alchemy equipment. This is a gift that he made himself to congratulate Hill, and Hill still cherishes it.

But Hill doesn't have any interest in carrying it on his body. Wearing such a large elemental gem in a string has no meaning other than weight.

Today, though, it's a good time for them to play.

When Hill appeared on the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor of the magic tower, a shadow in the camp quickly fluctuated. Although there was movement in the other, it was relatively subtle.

Unlike the one here, he's just telling Hill of his existence.

Probably knowing that he couldn't hide, the tall figure in the shadow jumped up, and two silver lights pierced directly at the crystal floor-to-ceiling window in front of Hill.

The undead on the city wall shouted angrily, and Hill was even in the mood to listen to what they were scolding.

Then couldn't help but twist the corners of his mouth.

The mind of the undead is really jumping! When they are so anxious, they can still shout: "Dog thief~IndoMTL.com~ Put down that beautiful boy, or you will be ten thousand years old!"

Or something like "Is the teacher too unbeautiful? Why rob a man?"

Hill sighed, his curiosity really out of place.

The tall thief's two knives slashed directly into the crystal window, sparking a violent spark, and the undead's large fireball rushed towards his head across half the camp.

Hill's attention was attracted by the small figure jumping out directly from behind the tall thief, and he almost rushed to the crystal window after the double knives.

The cooperation is really good. Although they are not of the same race, they have a tacit understanding!

Unfortunately, all their calculations are based on the fact that the crystal window can be directly chopped by the previous one.

Unfortunately, in their imagination, the mage, who was smashed by the floor-to-ceiling windows and scrambling to defend, was not directly stabbed in the heart by the dagger of the small thief.

The windows that look clear and transparent are not broken at all.

They only got a few dozen big fireballs.