Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 543: A warm welcome from Hill

Hill showed a wicked smile, and the crystal fan fell directly into the palm of his hand.

As a gift for the reunion after a long absence, the twelve tornadoes are his welcome ceremony from the heart.

Especially the little **** in the middle standing on the mast.

Three tornadoes swept straight towards the ship from three directions, absolutely guaranteed to stand shoulder to shoulder, face to face and feet up.

A ray of light quickly flew out of a boat and charged directly towards Hill.

The diamond-shaped crystal told Hill the identity of the visitor.

It seems that this artifact of the God of Time and Space has absolutely no intention to accompany the undead into the tornado and swing freely.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Shier's embarrassed it~"

"Hill is going crazy~ Hurry back to the house!"

The undead raced around on the deck, wailing and rubbing salt on Hill's wounds.

The Seraphs of Corellon don't know what's going on, but they can sense that it's the undead's mouth that is causing trouble.

The artifact didn't even bother about it, they all flew away before the tornado hit.

Such a slow wind speed doesn't seem to want the lives of the undead, but at most teach them a lesson.

Hill sullenly looked at the sailboat that was thrown into the air by the tornado. Those undead who didn't have time to rush into the cabin kept colliding with their companions, and those who were unlucky would collide directly. onto the board.

Even if their pain response is minimized, the force of this horizontal shot to the magic ship is enough to let them know what it means to be slapped!

The undead have always chosen dead daoists, and it is common for them to close the doors after entering, so most of them were not able to rush into the cabin.

Just in time for everyone to experience what it means to be dizzy, dizzy, bruised and swollen!

Especially the ship that was looked after by the three tornadoes, most of them in the shape of children, being pushed back and forth between the three tornadoes like bowling balls.

The undead were indeed screaming, but the Seraphs who fell above the port felt that these guys didn't seem to be afraid, but rather happy.

Or excited.

They watched with interest for a while, and then a few simply flew in, trying to figure out why these visitors from another world were screaming with joy.

Lynn and the Elf Crusaders around him looked awkwardly at the paladins of Tyre who were standing with them at the port to welcome visitors from another world.

Although the interaction between the undead and Hill is a bit funny, it is still understandable. Dare to play pranks will naturally be revenge, and Hill does not want their lives.

However, those seraphs who rushed into the tornado themselves...

I don't know how many gods and powerhouses are watching here!

Not to mention the harpists over there who climbed to the roof to watch the fun as soon as the song came to mind.

They glanced at the angel standing at the top of the tower, then pressed the thought of stopping the angels back into their throats.

The flapping wings and the tiptoes on tiptoe all prove that Rushrieel has tried his best to suppress his impulses. At least as the leader, he hasn't rushed in together!

Play along, that's what this notoriously wayward ghost would do.

The elven crusaders just felt a little ashamed.

Only Lynn looked at the chaos on the sea and suddenly felt dark.

How can he manage such a person in the future?

Did Hill say the undead have their own administrators?

When something happened, could he find a solution in time?

Lynn felt as if he was thinking something wrong. There is a difference between chaos and chaos. Can Corellon and Sullen be the same thing?

Hill looked over there with a sullen face. Of course, he knew that if these undead dared to make such a fuss, they must have been mentally prepared to be beaten, and this might even be something that was negotiated on their forum.

This is not an event that can be prepared in a day or two.

But what can he do?

You can't just let them drop an experience for a little prank.

Hill had to hope that some of the undead who didn't intend to do it but were implicated would beat the group a few more times when they survived the wind.

He thinks it should be fine, there will always be people who will spin the flywheel dizzy.

Hill looked at the diamond-shaped crystal in front of his eyes. This divine weapon avatar restrained the divine light, and the appearance of the original light was much dimmed.

Probably worried that Hill would take his breath away.

Hill pointed to the southeast corner: "I can't help, there's a lot I can't do here in Toril.

The forest park over there is my station for the undead. There is an alchemy square in the middle, so I'll leave it to you.

I still have locals here, please pay more attention and control the excitement of the undead. "

The diamond-shaped crystal floated up and down a few times, and a small delicate box appeared in the air.

Hill continued: "For me?"

The artifact jumped for a moment, then quickly turned into a beam of light and flew directly into the Alchemy Plaza.

Hill couldn't help but glanced up. The golden sun peacock above the clouds told Hill what the divine artifact of the God of Time and Space was worried about.

This guy, seems to be getting a little squeamish.

Ransendall's curiosity comes together, and Corellon has nothing to do.

Not every wicked guy can dance like him in front of the Lord of Sufferers.

Corellon doesn't mind killing him outright if he can.

The artifact of the **** of time and space must know who that guy is, so he runs fast.

As long as he enters the alchemy square, he can completely assimilate the hut and tie himself and Toril's space law firmly, even if anyone wants to do it, it will not be so easy.

The time-space artifact really used his fastest speed, and he didn't want to sacrifice one of his clones just like that.

Really taken away by Ransender, he really had no choice but to blow himself up!

Otherwise, if the undead are mixed with Lansendel, Toril may really blow up. He is here to help the God of Time and Space to gain benefits, not to send the God of Time and Space into the bottomless abyss.

That guy's whimsy, no matter how good it looks, turns out to be a big hole for nothing.

"Hill." Terry, who was standing beside him, asked thoughtfully, "So you are a bear? Is there a bear **** in your world? No, **** bear...

It's not right..."

"The bear of the earth, the descendant of the earth goddess Trahill, is the descendant of the gods of the world tree." Hill interrupted the golden dragon who didn't know what he was struggling with. He didn't want to guess what Terry was thinking. , always feel more angry.

Terry nodded in understanding, then lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.

The veil of the study behind Hill moved slightly, and Hill turned his head to look at the smiling little girl.

"Papa Hill~ Really can't blame me~" Aglaia lowered her head, only showing half of her body to look at him, and one toe moved uneasily, "They are guarding me, let me hear is the first song!

The second song I really didn't hear at all.

I thought it was a surprise~ so I didn't say anything.

Sorry, Papa Hill~

I really didn't think about it that much. "

Hill could only sigh, and gently waved away the depression in his heart: "This should be a children's song in their world, and it is estimated that they will sing like that since childhood.

They just need to change the lyrics and post it on the forum, they don't need to practice together.

Forget it! In fact, I was already mentally prepared, but I didn't expect it to be so cruel. "

Hill believed Aglaia's words, his young daughter hadn't learned to read the jokes of his poor old father, and it probably wouldn't have been the case with Alice.

Let's not mention the alchemy huts of the undead, the lord's mansion where their family resides, and Aglaia can't see what's going on inside.

Actually, with that book of "The Little Biography of Hill" there, he would lose face sooner or later, but Hill really didn't expect that on the first day the undead came, he told Toril that he was Aglaia. The lord of the town is a bear.

"Your other half bloodline is an elves?" Terry said suddenly again, "Which world's elves are so crazy!"

"Terry." Lynn, who didn't know when he came up, said with a sneer, "As a dragon, how did you have the face to say such a thing?"

"Lynn!" Hill directly blocked the infighting of his own people, "Why did you come up all of a sudden?"

"How long are you going to keep them rocking over there?" Lynn retracted his glare at Terry, "How am I going to deal with their leader?"

"Just go directly to the square in Forest Park, which is a clone of the **** of time and space, Trahir, who is specially responsible for the management of the undead.

Do you remember the Salar Laws I showed you? The undead management regulations will only be more than that, you will know it in the past.

Let Liszt take you there.

However, you should go to the port first, the undead are already sick and can be put down. "

Lynn nodded and left, dragging Terry away by the way, so he wouldn't let this golden dragon idle around!

Hill waved off the tornado.

The magic ship dexterously avoided all the people who fell in an instant, letting them fall into the sea one by one.

Hill was a little surprised. With such a ruthless operation, wouldn't it be the undead who controlled the magic ship?

The magic ship soon stopped at the port in the spotlight ~IndoMTL.com~ The residents of the small town of Aglaia and some passersby couldn't help but stand on the side of the road and watch.

As the undead start to teeter off the boat, Hill hears a very loud inhalation.

Never in Toril's history have so many elves and half-elves appeared.

"Hill ~ Hill~" came the familiar shout again, "Give me a blue?"

Hill couldn't help laughing, and leaned gently on the crystal railing of the terrace, Aglaia also floated over and sat on it, her beautiful gradient dress fluttering in the wind.

There are many familiar figures in the port, but they are still there.

Hill thought that there were probably some familiar faces out of sight! After all, time is actually quite long.

He beckoned to the bottom lightly, the crystal flower ring on his left hand shone with light, and the divine art 'Water of Tranquility' appeared so clearly on Toril Continent for the first time.