Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 525: Dawn and white night bring melancholy to Hill

Hill stood on the patio quietly looking in the direction of the attic.

The peacock head flashed past the window, and after seeing the expressionless Hill, he sneaked back inside.

He wanted to see if Hill saw what he was trying to do?

The legendary story of Lansendel, Lord of the Dawn, collapsed inch by inch in Hill's heart. Sure enough, the good camp that could bring about a catastrophe that almost destroyed the world was too far away from being reliable.

Hill held down his forehead and solemnly reminded himself in his heart: Ransendell, although it has something to do with the sun, is not the real sun god.

He's just the Lord of the Dawn, don't compare it with the sun **** of Trahir, it's not the same thing at all.

Lansendell was originally the **** of youth, the representative of the second-year junior, and it was normal to do anything.

Liszt appeared with a strange expression: "The one called Taring just now and asked me to arrange a more comfortable nest for him in the attic.

Also muttered to himself that the **** is forbidden to meddle in all recent affairs, no matter who can only watch, unless someone calls him to appear. "

So the Lord of Dawn means that as long as he doesn't take the initiative to talk to Hill, it doesn't count as a violation of the rules?

Hill swallowed hard, swallowed all the complaints in his stomach, and waved to Liszt, whatever the Lord of Dawn wanted to do.

"By the way, remember to send him clear water and smaller fruits." Hill urged Liszt.

Ransendell can definitely do it, go to the kitchen to steal things like that, and don't give him the opportunity to play freely.

This guy will rush down so quickly, probably because he is worried that AO will stop him and prevent him from getting a chance to intervene in this incident.

Hill sighed softly.

Forget it, just know that the Northland is indeed starting to have trouble again.

My own territory was indeed swept in by the broken stone slab to start the game.

But as long as he and Aglaia aren't greedy and have no desire for any treasure that appears in the Temple of Baal, that's just the beginning.

The Slate of Destiny did not have the detailed information of Hill and Aglaia, and judged them based on the material level of this world.

Hill estimates that Baal's temple warehouse holds a fortune of several million gold coins.

Neither he nor Aglaia could possibly be tempted by this, just be careful that Terry and his biological dad don't.

As for these young people, whether they live or die, they still have to go back to their own cities with all their troubles.

These four cities in the Northland can survive, but if they can't survive, they may have to change their leaders.

It all depends on whether these people can hold back their greed.

Hill pouted, a tone he could only endure.

It all depends on next year.

When Mystrano was completely destroyed by Netheril's Remnant of Shadows, Mystra could not bear it and resurrected Kelburn the Black Staff.

Corellon, who originally wanted to bring the elves back to the mainland, would definitely do it.

Wait until the undead come over and see what to do with that slate!

The Slate of Destiny is incomplete. More than 100 million souls that are not under his control appear. As long as it intends to control everything, the downtime is definitely in sight.

It is also possible to completely smash into slag.

Hill suddenly glanced at the attic, and maybe Ransendall wouldn't have anything like the Fiery Dawn to come out that way.

He always felt that the practice of impersonating the real sun **** is not because his head was punched out. A normal **** would never think of it.

If it wasn't for being deceived by a false prophecy, Ransendall wouldn't have done that, and the prince of lies, Cyric, who is completely irrational, is not so crazy.

Hill took another look at the sky.

Although it's midsummer, it's not yet the day when the sun's power is strongest.

Hill didn't need to think about it carefully, he knew that after three days, these people would choose to go down to the underwater temple full of undead.

Noon that day was also the time when the shadows were at their weakest.

Lansendell clearly intends to use the oil painting to hide his existence, so that he can hide until that day and watch the fun.

That's fine, this guy still has the concept of hiding.

The key is another.

Hill looked at the sky melancholy. It was almost dusk, and the silver moon was about to hang in the sky. Will Sullen come?

Hope AO's response would be quicker, better stop this guy.

Hill would rather face two Ransenders than see a Sullen.

For this, he would rather praise Shar.

As night fell, Yinyue showed a round smiling face, but Hill's heart and face sank to the bottom of the sea together.

It was a human woman with slender legs and delicate facial features. Her long snow-white hair set off her perfect face and breathtaking emerald green eyes.

Wearing a ring of vines and a white robe studded with strings of pearls, she walked slowly in the direction of Waterdeep.

Looks like a powerful high-ranking priest. She holds a beautiful moon hammer in her hand. Judging from the state of light weight and the milky white moonlight flowing on her body, she may even be a The most powerful silver star.

Everyone who saw her bowed and stepped back as a sign of respect.

Residents around Waterdeep respect the priestess of Our Lady of Silver, and her kindness has saved many lives.

Even if she saves everyone.

In addition to the otherworldly **** servant known as Porcelain, Silver Star is already the most powerful of all sect priests who serve Sulun.

Hill sat quietly on the railing of the terrace and smiled wryly at the beautiful lady who was looking downstairs.

Sureen is always so bold.

Invite Martha and motioned her to invite the goddess to the floating castle, and Hill asked Liszt to call out Aglaia, who was hiding in the room.

Aglaia, who was notified, was very surprised: "Isn't Shar still chasing her? How dare she appear directly!"

Hill, who brought Aglaia down to the hall, took a long breath: "Here, Tyr can appear at any time.

Since she can't be killed all at once, Shar won't come, she doesn't like wasting time and energy. "

And at this time, Shar should have found Cyric, showing her seductive ability in the dark.

She has found the weakness in the center of the Divine Kingdom of Mystra, and all she needs is a knife that dares to shoot.

Hill is very clear that things can't be changed after ten years, and it depends on who's fate.

For example, the lady in front of me, who tried to die to such a degree, got the greatest benefit from Shar's plan.

After the Daughter of the Night, when she saw Yinyue regaining her powerful divine power, she would probably vomit blood.

"Beautiful Suren, welcome to the small town of Aglaia." Hill pulled Aglaia in a trance and went out together.

"Hello, warlock from another world." Su Lun smiled gracefully, "and the lovely and beautiful sea god, it's great that you can come to Toril.

I don't have to always hear prayers for me to protect them from that ugly woman in Amberley! "

Aglaia smiled brightly: "Welcome to my house, Ms. Bai Ye, please come in."

Hill smiles and steps out of the field.

Also chaotic and kind, maybe girls are better at communicating?

It just so happens that Aglaia seems to have a good impression of Sullen, and Sullen also seems to like her very much.

This is great.

Suren, who is uncertain and has a changeable personality, really doesn't know how to approach someone like Hill.

Even if she behaves so politely, she is completely different from the big peacock above who is full of food and drink and sleeps with an oil painting.

But Hill's senses told him that the lady in front of him was a big trouble.

Lansondel stayed so long without letting the natural consciousness surrounding Hill call the police this way.

Hill sits and watches.

Suddenly discovered that Aglaia was no longer shorter than Sulun, and she was also very mature.

At least he looks more like an adult than the curious Suren in his eyes.

"Just call me Suren." The Moon Goddess gently told Aglaia, "I can't stay here for long, I'm just curious to see.

AO only gave me three hours.

Instead of chatting, I still wish I could look at that oil painting. Although it was a different moon power, I felt the same breath, as if it was another me. "

Yes, they are all chaotic and kind, good things are basically not done, and she must have a share of the trouble. Hill had a smile on her face and murmured in her heart, fortunately she has more points than you.

No, Hill turned his head and thought about it. In fact, whether it is elves or dwarves, the reason for finding Trahill is because of the curiosity of the silver moon goddess Trahill~IndoMTL.com ~ It's just that Trahill was lucky, and the three ancient gods were close enough to help her share most of the responsibilities.

And Sullen, there is only one fellow sister, Shar, who wishes her to die quickly.

There is also a first-generation magic goddess who agrees with her, but makes her pay a huge price.

"Papa Hill!" Aglaia smiled and raised her head, "I took Su Lun to see the oil painting! Then I invited her to drink tea in the roof garden."

"There's a big peacock over there," Hill said with a flat face. "I hope it won't disturb Lady White Night."

Suren just asked Aglaia to call her by her name, she didn't pay much attention to Hill at all.

Su Lun laughed: "I saw Lansendell flying in at Joseph Garden, but unfortunately he was a step behind. If I came first, he would be the one who was stopped by AO."

She finally turned her head and glanced at Hill, and said with a bit of complaint in her tone: "If only Mr. Hill could take out this oil painting in the white night, unfortunately it is Ransendall."

"I'm so sorry," Hill whispered. "It's all destiny."

Fortunately, fate favored him too much. Fortunately, he didn't encounter any big trouble at night when he needed to take out the oil painting.

Suren, who received the apology, went upstairs with Aglaia in satisfaction.

Hill wouldn't worry about the big peacock who was still sleeping. He should have thought that Su Lun, who was more curious than him, would definitely appear.

Ordered Martha to take a few female puppets to the small garden on the roof, and Hill returned to the study worriedly.

He wanted to figure out a way to keep Terry from losing his mind by being confused by the gold coins.