Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 482: Hill and Terry ready to go

"Hill!" Terri roared in shock, "What was that sound? Why is it so scary!"

"Golden Dragon Terry's purr." Hill smiled and showed him the bell, "This is Hill's special recording, is it a surprise?"

"Impossible!" Terry yelled, "I never snore!"

"Would you like to listen again? I'd be happy to help!" Hill held the bell and looked at the stubborn golden dragon.

"No!" Terry shook his head quickly, but he was just stubborn.

Each dragon's pronunciation is different, and the calm Terry is actually sure it's his own voice.

"Doesn't your family tell you about your snoring?" Hill asked hesitantly, "You must know that your room has a soundproof circle! I can't even stay next door."

"My dad said it, but I don't believe it, and I had a fight with him." Terry stretched his wings and flew back to his big bed, rubbing his still aching head on the thick soft pillow rub, "but my mother also said that I didn't affect her!"

"Doesn't her statement mean that you are still snoring, but it's just that your mother was patient enough to endure it?" Hill asked questioningly.

"My mother doesn't actually stay in the Dragon's Nest very much." Terry squatted up, his tone a little depressed, "Although my father always goes out, he goes home and sleeps most of the time anyway.

Only my mom, who hasn't been home a lot since I got out of my wyrmling state!

What's there to patrol in that territory? Obviously, as long as you stay in the Dragon's Nest, you can get most of the news!

Why does my mother have to go out on her own after sending a lot of her men out! And took my dad away too!

Not even coming back for my birthday! "

Hill couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

Is this kid running away because his mother didn't go back to celebrate his birthday?

Terry looked at Hill's expression and said a little disappointedly: "Actually, you guessed that I am from Floating Mountain, right?

I can sense that your bloodline is strong, but not a dragon.

So you don't understand, it's my 80th birthday, it's important.

I'm on the brink of adulthood and will soon be kicked out of my home.

Although my parents meant to find me a mountain in their territory, I really didn't want to leave the Floating Mountain.

But this is the tradition of the Golden Dragon, so I can only obey.

I just want to get the blessing of my parents at such a critical time.

But for some businessman, they chose to give up my birthday and go to Silvermoon City to find trouble!

I don't care about anything that will compensate me! "

"Then why did you come to Silvermoon City?" Hill said with a smile, "Look, your parents still care about you very much."

Hill showed him the Terry portrait issued by Silvermoon City.

"What happened?" Terry asked keenly, and then explained, "I came to Silvermoon City, not to look for them, I smelled the treasure! I didn't expect that it was a dragon worshiper. Trap, almost died."

"What do you mean?" Hill froze for a moment?

"It's a young man dressed in golden clothes, and he smells like money all over his body." Terry covered his face with his claws embarrassedly, "He's so weak, but he may have tens of thousands or even dozens of clothes on his body. Ten thousand gold coins, I can't hold back.

He came to Silvermoon City, I just followed it to see if I had a chance to do it, hehe~

But I'm using a humanoid!

When my dad used to take me out to play, he gave me a glove that could disguise as a human.

But that guy is actually the bait of the Dragon Cult. I was discovered as soon as I went there, I destroyed a lot of treasures, and I tried my best to escape.

I thought I might be poisoned, so I ran into Silvermoon City. Even ran out of the golden dragon blessing gem my mom gave me!

But fortunately, they were cleaning the big house, and while they were leaving, I slipped in.

I was lucky enough to be saved by you before I nearly died of poisoning. This must be my fate! "

Hill was silent for half a minute before saying: "That's Vol'jin's favored one. It's normal to have money, but he's too rich and has been killed by the shadow walkers."

"Is the money gone?" Terry said disappointedly, "I still want to settle accounts with him in the future!"

You're just greedy for that gold! Hill muttered inwardly.

"You haven't said anything yet?" Terry saw Hill's expression and quickly changed the subject, "Since I ran out, according to Jinlong's rules, 80 years old is the age to go out and have a look. Mom won't come looking for me suddenly.

Unless it feels like I'm dying.

Otherwise I wouldn't be so desperate this time. The one who made me dream, I don't know if it's poison or a curse, won't let me die. I can feel that it's something that makes me a puppet of others.

I thought at the time, if it really doesn't help, when those guys find me, I will burn my blood and die with them. "

Hill shook his head: "It's better to live than to die, so what if you have nothing to spare?"

Looking at Terry's unconvinced expression, he told the golden dragon what had happened recently.

Terry's expression became unusually rich, changing constantly with Hill's words.

Finally, it was fixed on 'My God'.

"Your parents probably haven't left Silvermoon City," Hill asked him. "Aren't you going to say hello?"

"No." Terry immediately returned to his senses and shook his head directly, "When are you going to the Undead Swamp, I will follow you." He fluttered his wings: "I want to be able to stand in the Sword Mountains. If so, send them a message."

Hill sighed: "Anyway, send them a message that you are still safe! Your mother will be anxious."

Terry stood up and walked down the stairs: "No need~ There are my scales and blood in the floating mountain. My mother can see if I am intact as soon as I go back.

I was injured some time ago, and the scales must have darkened, she may be a little worried.

But it must still be so shiny now!

Hill, I'm hungry! I can eat a pig! "

Hill told Martha to prepare food before he came to wake him up. Before Terry could finish speaking, Martha filed in with a puppet.

"Ah~ it smells so good!" Terry sighed and plunged into the long dining table under his dragon's nest.

Hill looked at the heartless little Jinlong and finally gave up his plan to help him contact his parents.

Looking at Terry's performance, the dragon's family concept seems to be very different from that of humans.

He can't use his style of doing things to demand a dragon, even a lawful good golden dragon.

Hill touched his pendant, but Aglaia was ready, and was a little bored now.

Fortunately, Liszt was with her.

"My farm is almost ready for harvest." Hill walked over to the couch beside the bottom wall and sat down, "Let's go when we're done! Just come back and collect a letter every now and then."

Hill wonders if he needs to keep a fresh-keeping warehouse in the crystal house on the farm so he doesn't have to hurry.

Just pick up the ingredients once when you come back for the letter.

"Why the rush?" Terry asked vaguely, chewing a large ham in his mouth, "Winter is coming! I thought you'd have to wait until next spring to go out.

And, if it's too cold, I'll want to hibernate. "

"I have a way to keep warm," Hill replied calmly. "And, if you want to sleep, it's okay, I'll help you build a safe dragon's nest."

"Um..." Terry glanced at the wall he just hit, "Are you going to give it to me for free? Friends! If it were all this kind of wall, you would probably go bankrupt!"

A real dragon's nest is not as small as a three-story building.

"I'm rich, Terry." Hill smiled. "The reason I'm famous in Silvermoon City is that Vol'jin's Blessed lost the bid to me."

Terry's half-steak in his mouth fell to the table with a 'boom', he turned his head suddenly with the strength that he almost broke his neck, and said word by word: "You! The bidding won that one. Glittering gold?"

Hill nodded with a smile: "If I can afford the land in the Undead Swamp, you should know that I am rich!"

Terry picked up his steak and continued to nibble: "That's different! The land may not be paid for! You are so strong, there is always a way."

Hill shook his head helplessly: "Generally speaking, I try to do things within the rules."

Terry said indifferently: "Even if it is a lawful faction, as long as it is strong enough ~IndoMTL.com~ rules can be made by themselves."

Hill smiled and changed the subject: "The Lord of Waterdeep has invited many archmages over recently, and they seem to be going to do something big.

I don't really like to be involved in this kind of thing, but as long as I'm in Silvermoon City, someone will come to test it out, just leave. "

"Black Staff?" Terry asked suspiciously and immediately said, "Then let's go early! My parents won't be involved either. Who wants to cooperate with that conspirator! Unless you want to become a dragon skin."

Terry, full of food and drink, took out a pair of gloves.

As soon as the long glove slipped over his claws, Terry quickly shrank.

A young warrior in leather armor appears before Hill.

He is tall and sturdy, wearing a silver-black leather jacket and leather pants, not only has long golden hair, but also a pair of golden eyes.

He's actually quite handsome, his nose is solid and firm, his lips are a bit thin, and when he proudly shows himself to Hill, his movements are also very elegant.

Unfortunately, although he looks like an adult, he is still childish from his awkward expression.

Hill glanced at Terry's hands, the gloves had disappeared from his skin.

This should be the dragon's camouflage treasure 'soft gloves'.

Terry wearing this glove will also be found, he must be too close to the favored one.

No matter how weak Vol'jin's power is, he is a god, and his senses must be very powerful.

Sure enough, greed is the original sin.

"When are we leaving?" Terry also sat down on the sofa, of course, with a baked ham pie in hand.

"Three days later," Hill replied. "I have to write a letter to a friend when I go to the farm tomorrow."

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