Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 525: Dawn and white night, the melancholy brought to Hill

Hill stood on the terrace and quietly looked in the direction of the attic.

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

He wanted to take a look at Hill to see if he found out what bad things he wanted to do?

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

Hill pressed his forehead, and solemnly reminded himself in his heart: Although Lansander has something to do with the sun, he is not the real sun god.

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

Ransander was originally the **** of youth, a representative of the second-year middle school boy, and everything he did was normal.

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

He also said to himself that the gods are forbidden to intervene in all recent affairs, no matter who they are, they can only watch, unless someone summons 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 him as violating the rules?

Sill swallowed hard, swallowing all the complaints in his stomach, and waved his hand to signal Liszt that the Lord of Dawn can do whatever he wants.

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

Ransendel can definitely do it. It is better not to give him the chance to go to the kitchen to steal food by himself.

This guy rushed down so quickly, probably because he was worried that AO would stop him and prevent him from intervening in this incident.

Hill sighed softly.

Forget it, as long as you know that the North Land is indeed in trouble again.

My own territory was indeed rolled in by that broken stone slab to make a start.

But as long as he and Aglaia are not greedy and have no desire for any treasures that appear in the Temple of Baal, it is only the beginning.

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

Hill estimates that there is a wealth of several million gold coins in Baal's temple warehouse.

Neither he nor Aglaia can be tempted by this thing, but we must pay attention to Terry and his own father not to get caught up.

As for these young people, whether they live or die, they will return to their own cities with all their troubles in the end.

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

It all depends on whether these people can suppress their greed.

Hill curled his lips, and he could only endure this tone.

Everything depends on next year.

When Myth Drannor was completely destroyed by Netheril's remnant City of Shades, as long as Mystra couldn't bear it, she resurrected Kelben, the black staff.

Corillon, who originally wanted the elves to fully return to the mainland, will definitely make a move.

When the undead come over, let's see what to do with the slate!

The Slate of Destiny is flawed, more than 100 million souls that are not within his control appear, as long as it intends to control everything, a downtime is definitely in sight.

It is also possible to completely smash into slag.

Hill suddenly glanced at the attic. In that case, maybe Ransander wouldn't have come up with something like Blazing Dawn.

He has always felt that the act of pretending to be the real sun **** is not because his head has been punched out, and a normal **** will never be able to think of it.

If he hadn't been deceived by the false prophecy, Ransander probably wouldn't have done that. Cyric, the Prince of Lies who is completely irrational, isn't that crazy.

Hill took another look at the sky.

Although it is midsummer, it has not yet reached the day when the power of the sun is strongest.

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

That day's noon is also when the shades are at their weakest.

Landsendre obviously intends to use oil paintings to hide his existence, so that he can hide until that day and watch the excitement.

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

The key is another one.

Hill looked at the sky sadly, it will be dusk soon, the silver moon will hang in the sky, will Su Lun come?

I hope AO's reaction can be faster, and it's best to stop this one.

Hill would rather face two Ransanders than one Su Lun.

For this, he would rather praise Shar.

When 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 woven with vines and a white robe inlaid with strings of pearls, she walked slowly from the direction of Waterdeep City.

It looks like a powerful high priest. She is holding a beautiful moon hammer in her hand. Judging by the lightness of the 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 backed away as a sign of respect.

Residents near Waterdeep City respect the Priestess of Our Lady of Silver, and her kindness has saved many lives.

Even if she saves everyone.

Apart from the priests of all sects who serve Su Lun, Silver Star is already the most powerful.

Sill sat quietly on the railing of the terrace, and smiled wryly at the beautiful lady who was looking at her from downstairs.

Su Lun is always so courageous.

He summoned Martha and signaled her to invite the goddess to come 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 to the hall, took a long breath: "Here, Till can appear at any time.

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

And at this time, Shar should have found Cyric, and she is showing her ability to seduce in the dark.

She has found the weakness in the center of Mystrana, and all she needs is a knife that dares to strike.

Hill is very clear that it is impossible to change things ten years later, and it depends on whose fate is better.

For example, the lady in front of her, who worked so hard to die, got the most benefit from Shar's plan.

After the daughter of the night, seeing Yinyue regaining her powerful divine power, she would probably vomit blood.

"Beautiful Su Lun, welcome to the small town of Aglaia." Xier pulled Aglaia, who was a little distracted, and greeted them together.

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

I don't have to keep hearing the prayers for me to protect them from that ugly woman in Umberley! "

Aglaia smiled brightly: "Welcome to my house as a guest, Ms. Baiye, please come in."

Hill gave up the home field with a smile.

It's also chaotic and kind, maybe girls can communicate better?

It happened that Aglaia seemed to have a good impression of Su Lun, and Su Lun also showed that he liked her very much.

This is great.

Su Lun, who is unpredictable and has a changeable personality, really doesn't know how to get in touch with someone like Hill.

Even though she behaved so politely, she was completely different from the big peacock above who was full and sleeping with an oil painting in her arms.

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

Ransendel stayed for so long, but he didn't let the natural consciousness surrounding Hill call the police like this.

Hill sat and watched.

Suddenly found that Aglaia was no longer shorter than Su Lun, and she was very mature.

At least he looks like an adult compared to the curious Su Lun in his eyes.

"Just call me Su Lun." The goddess of the moon told Aglaia gently, "I can't stay here for long, I'm just curious.

AO only gave me three hours.

Compared to chatting, I still hope to look at that oil painting. Although it is a different moon power, I feel the same breath, as if it is another me. "

Yes, they are all chaotic and kind, and basically do not do good things, so she must be in trouble. Hill had a smile on her face, and she was slandering in her heart, it's a good thing she has more points than you.

No, Hill turned his head and thought about it. In fact, no matter whether it was an elf or a dwarf, it was all because of the curiosity of the Silver Moon Goddess Trasil that he was able to find Trasil.

It's just that Trasil was lucky, the relationship between the three ancient gods was close enough to help her share most of the responsibilities.

As for Su Lun, there is only one sister, Shar, who wishes for her to die quickly.

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

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

"There's a big peacock there." Hill said with an unchanged face, "I hope I won't disturb Lady Baiye."

Su Lunke only asked Aglaia to call her by her name directly, and she didn't pay much attention to Hill at all.

Su Lun laughed: "I saw Ransander flying in at Joseph Park~IndoMTL.com~ It's a pity that he was a step behind. If I came here 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 would have taken out this oil painting during the white night, it would be a pity for Lansander."

"I'm so sorry." Hill said softly, "Everything is fate."

Fate favored him too much. Fortunately, he didn't encounter any big troubles that required taking out oil paintings at night.

Su Lun, who received an apology, went upstairs with Aglaia in satisfaction.

Hill is not worried about the big peacock who is still asleep. He should have thought that Su Lun, who is more curious than him, will definitely appear.

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

He wanted to find a way to prevent Taili from being confused by the gold coins and losing his mind.

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