Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 548: Abduction of Ransander

The undead came out of the town through the east gate one after another, looking like they were planning to open up wasteland.

Hill couldn't help asking Liszt: "Are they going to expand? For the undead, they don't need such a big place?"

"Corillon should have decided that those elves who don't want to go to the Isle of Evermeet will want to settle here." Liszt replied, "The town is too small.

He issued a mission to expand the town of Aglea. But it also requires the planting of various flowers and trees.

The forest next to it must also be included, and the group of wood elf druids have already agreed.

We have all seen the construction drawings of the city, and the panoramas have been prepared. I suspect that William helped him make them, and they look familiar.

Mr. Lynn felt that he was planning to build a city of elves here.

However, Corellon can do whatever he wants. Mr. Lynn said that we just need to cooperate. Anyway, Corellon pays for it himself.

Other forces will not object, even Waterdeep City, which is most affected, will not be able to open their mouths.

No one on the Northern Continent can stop the father of the elves from thinking, and no one can discuss with the elves what is first come, first served. "

Hill nodded.

Anyway, he intends to be the hands-off shopkeeper, so let Corellon do whatever he wants!

He can be the city lord, but no one else can do it except him.

As for the elf queen on Evermeet Island, Hill knows very well that if she ever returns to the mainland, it must be the day when the Supreme Forest returns to the hands of the elves.

It is impossible for her to go to other places.

Although he didn't know Lynn's ambitions, Hill also set his sights on the port.

The undead can build, but making them manage is impossible.

Hill remembered Lynn saying that his cousins ​​were all from the navy family?

"Lister." Hill instructed softly, "Tell Lynn that the port needs to be brought under the management of the mayor's mansion. I have built the lighthouse and port management center, and he just needs to arrange people to go in. /

Since we have welcomed the undead, there must be other ships trying to stop. Our position here is actually very good, but it is more dangerous.

It doesn't need a lot of people. Most of our caravans here should still dare not come. It is estimated that most of them are elves. "

"Sir." Liszt couldn't help asking, "Does the port still have requirements for the camp?"

"Of course." Hill laughed, "I don't want to make money. The port is not open to everyone. Ships and people from the evil camp are not allowed to enter.

The artifact of time and space must still only detect evil, and will not affect people of other camps. "

Liszt nodded and went to negotiate with Lynn.

In fact, the town control core of the God of Time and Space is really easy to use. It is clear about what happened in the whole city, and the city owner can completely rule by doing nothing.

Of course, the city lord must at least ensure that his own strength is not bad, and he must be careful about assassination.

But at least there will be far fewer backstabs in your own city.

The only problem is that the God of Time and Space will also be very clear.

It's okay for Hill to have a floating castle, but those ordinary noble lords in Salar will be very troubled.

Of course William can't see what's going on in their house, but William knows whoever comes to their house.

Don't care about these people who are known by William and are more open-minded, they will enjoy this control core, and most importantly, the undead will be more controlled.

Absolute freedom and security, most people will still choose security.

Hill looked at the undead people below again. They seemed to be very used to it. The first step in the new world always starts with building their own base.

Hill always felt that William did this to make the undead cherish the city a little bit.

At least most people would not like the city they built to be destroyed.

Nine out of ten undead who dare to fight will be suppressed by others.

The undead are the most powerful when they deal with themselves.

Sil suddenly blinked his eyes and fell into deep thought: Are the undead here called Trasil elves?

Then what is his name?

This title always brought back some uncomfortable memories for him.

Besides, the undead always think that group of elves are fools!

What price did Corellon pay for the undead to admit that he was related to those Trassil elves?

That's why the undead said that it was Corellon who exchanged the money?

Hill shook his head and pulled back his thoughts, he would know sooner or later.

He walked back to the desk and sat down, looked at the various seeds in the box, and after flipping through them, he knew what was in his mind.

Quince's plants are not completely fine as Alice said.

The will of the world in this world is chaotic, so even though many plants look similar, they are not of the same kind at all.

From the time the seeds germinate, they grow randomly according to the outside environment, and their genes are not stable at all.

Hill pondered for a while. Judging from these seeds, it seems that even the ground is unstable for Quince.

It does not refer to the earth's crust or the like. In that case, life cannot be born in that world, but to the land.

Probably it is fertile soil today and desert tomorrow.

Combined with the ever-changing weather, it is indeed difficult to survive.

But at the same time, these plants are also very tenacious and can adapt to most environments.

However, it is also impossible for such creatures as treants and dryads to appear. All of their wills insist on how to live.

The seeds of Quince's world contain very powerful vitality, and Hill already understands why life can survive in that chaotic world.

It is likely that one strawberry is enough for a person to survive for a day.

Hill wanted to see what the plants would look like once stable genetics were established.

He took out a new semi-artifact seed bag, took out half of the seeds in these small bags and stuffed them in, and then only had to wait for a while before Hill could get the results of the analysis.

However, it is best not to put together different worlds, otherwise, the optimization function of the seed bag is likely to be disturbed.

If this kind of vitality can be maintained but the genetics are stable, then Hill will get something very remarkable.

Like the legendary fruit of life.

Hill was a little excited.

The remaining half is sealed by the spirit of the oak tree in the pendant. No matter what kind of seed, Hill will keep the most original part.

Hill took out the boxes of gems at the bottom of the box, and they were indeed strangely beautiful.

The interior of these gemstones seems to be flowing, and they all carry a kind of vitality.

The most basic ability is to keep people young.

As Alice said, this is indeed something that the queen will collect crazily.

For Alice herself, she has no other use except to look good.

Hill put away most of the gemstones, leaving only a brilliant golden gemstone with a liquid flowing inside, which is very similar to the fire of the sun.

He walked out of the terrace and waved to the peacock who was still watching curiously above the clouds: "Dear Lord of Dawn, would you like to come down for a glass of wine?"

The golden peacock shook its feathers, and quickly glides down, in exchange for the crazy scream of the undead girl.

Even many of those who had been working in the wilderness came back. This kind of golden peacock seems to really attract the attention of girls.

Ransendel triumphantly circled the town in mid-air, showing off his beautiful feathers before landing on the terrace.

Liszt has already prepared the wine, and beside the transparent crystal cup, the golden gemstones are even more dazzling.

Ransander's attention was indeed attracted: "Hill! What kind of gem is this? Is it from your world?"

"It's a small world called Quinns." Hill replied with a smile, "Corillon knows where it is, but you shouldn't be able to pass through his star gate, right?"

"Corillon..." The beautiful big wings spread, and Lansander lay down on the table dejectedly, staring at the golden gem, "He hasn't spoken to me for centuries."

"Myth Drano is completely destroyed this time. Is your Tower of the Sun okay?" Hill asked puzzled.

How come Lansendel is so free and still come to him to watch the fun? Could it be that his tower has not been destroyed?

"Ah! It collapsed together." Lansander said indifferently, "It's okay, my believers are very good at rebuilding."

"Is there still a need to rebuild there?" Lansander used to like the city of Myth Drannor, but now he can't even talk about the ruins.

"I have it if I like it." Ransander said absent-mindedly, "the mythos over there are still there, I want to study them carefully. Myth Drannor's mythos are much more powerful than yours here, and you can kill them directly A floating city!

My disciples have found the energy source of the floating city, and it has been directly drained.

Hill, that thing can support a floating city for tens of thousands of years, but it was directly killed by Mysuo!

How did you do it! It's a pity that Mythrian ignored me.

I'm really, really curious. "

Hill was silent. He was a little embarrassed at first, but now he felt that if Lansander's attention was really diverted to Quince by him, Toril World Will would have to thank him.

Mythrien has been cheated by you, leaving only one remnant soul, how dare you ask him the principle of Myslock?

Although he didn't directly die in the Disaster of Dawn ~IndoMTL.com~ But if most of the believers hadn't disappeared, Mythrien wouldn't have fallen like that later.

Really got this guy away, and Hill felt that he had done a lot of good deeds.

If Toril also pays attention to the merits of heaven, the sea of ​​waterfalls will fall from his head!

"Why is the inside of this gem unstable?" Lansander still couldn't hold back, and pulled a gem to his head with his wings.

"I don't know either." Hill said with a smile, "But the person who gave me this told me that the world of Quinns is unstable, and even the earth and the air are changing at any time."

Ransendel was really interested: "Is there no **** there?"

Sill said with a smile: "I don't know that. However, the new Trassil elves are all adventurers."

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