Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 7: The new world is a bit troublesome

Liszt suddenly turned around and rushed to Hill: "Wait a minute! I remember you gave the elves a lot of weird bombs?"

"What does that matter, it won't explode around us, right?"

"Shut your mouth, can you, sir!" Liszt panicked, unable to maintain the butler etiquette he always insisted on, "Damn it! I have to prepare some supplies and put them in various levels of space equipment!

As long as it is not a magic-free universe, there is always one that can be used! "

Hill couldn't help but patted his lower lip, smiled, and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, it won't be a world without demons.

The existence of the universe is different. If the opponent does not accept it, they will fight back when they encounter unlucky ghosts... Generally speaking, the reverse is also possible. "

"I don't need you to speak out, sir." Liszt was already furious, "I'm worried about the demiplane! My core is still inside!

In case... Bah! "

He quickly disappeared in front of Hill, but Hill already understood what he wanted to say... The existence of a half-plane may not be available in a low-magic world... Even if it is just an entrance, when it is opened It also takes a little energy.

And this point of energy consumption that is not felt at all in the high-magic world may require a large amount of energy crystals to be opened once in the low-magic world.

The low-magic world has a high demand for energy... So basically, spars can only be used as the method of casting spells. Even an archmage like Hill, who has no consumables for casting spells, would have to use more advanced magic. Use energy spar, otherwise, you will have to consume mana and spiritual power in your body.

The lifespan of mages in the low-magic world is not as long as that in the high-magic world, and it is also related to the fact that they do not have enough energy to strengthen their bodies.

Normally speaking, the older a mage is, the more valuable he is... The archmage who is about to die and doesn't intend to turn into a lich is the scariest, because he can die with the gods.

However, the threat of an archmage in a low-magic world is not that high. The method of self-explosion, which pulls the enemy to die together, can only deal with enemies of the same level or below.

Liszt is not worried that Hill will encounter problems if he falls into some troublesome world. After all, even if he temporarily needs to adapt to the environment and cannot cast spells, Hill can still pretend to be a powerful warrior.

But he was worried that he couldn't get out, and if there was no puppet to take care of Hill's life, Hill, who was used to being a shopkeeper, would live like a real bear.

Not long after, puppets of different levels appeared in the study room, each holding several storage tools of the same level as their own.

Hill, who said the wrong thing, could only hold his breath and watch Taling running in the magic tower with an innocent face... It's a pity that Liszt didn't intend to watch at all.

"According to the laws of the universe, you will have one minute to take back these unusable things." Liszt, who finally took care of things almost, said with a face of forbearance, "Mr. Go back to the half-plane! I will instruct them to farm and build houses on the half-plane!

I have all the drawings.

Ah..."

He glanced at Hill again: "Sir, please keep your caution in Toril, okay?"

Hill nodded cautiously: "I will be very careful."

"Purvi...should be fine, right?" Liszt looked up at the spire, "He is a soul creature that can exist as long as it has magic power!"

Sill waved the blueprint in his hand: "I will build a carriage according to the style of that world or... I remember, some worlds have actually reached the stage of steam magic?

Then can I get an armored car out? "

Liszt sneered, and just about to speak, a terrible explosion sounded in their ears... "md! It's really nearby!"

The magic tower vibrated violently, and Hill couldn't help but look at the external situation of the whale through the still monitoring device: "Ah! A Dabus rushed in! Behind him was a female elf who was using healing magic... ...They really got together.

You didn't even look at me, just rushed over there! It seems that they know where the person they are looking for is!

After Wendy found the box of Guan Ioska, did she get in touch with the elf princess inside? "

"Sir!" Liszt suddenly shouted, "Did you make the space spar a bomb and give it to the moon elves?"

"Huh?" Hill looked at him puzzled, "There are so many messy elemental bombs, how can I remember which one is what?"

"Heh~" Liszt sneered, "I don't believe you didn't see it, that queen is still throwing bombs everywhere! The maze is already unstable, and once the endless space blade comes out...you have already thought of it." Right? That’s why it’s said that Pulvi’s body can’t be kept!

You... must have known what was going to happen when you saw Wendy! "

Hill tried his best to keep the chair floating in mid-air unaffected by the violent shaking: "Ah... I just suddenly realized that the types of bombs are too complicated, even I can't guess what will happen... ... But, isn't there still half hope that she won't use it!

There are spirit gods outside!

Who knows if Queen Moonflower still has the madness to bring her daughter's soul back to the Kingdom of God even if she dies together!

Hey~ She really hates Ms. Pain!

I found that the bombs worked well, and I didn't even plan to keep any of them. "

The rumbling explosion resounded throughout the universe, and Hill tried his best to maintain the defense of the magic tower... Even if he was thrown out, he had to hear the result before escaping!

Fortunately, he still heard it.

First, there was a roar that almost rang in his ears: "Sigil! No! Charybdis! I came back alive!"

The cold, metal-like female voice sounded arrogantly: "Miss Pain, you are never afraid of any challenge.

Idiot, I'll be waiting for you in Sigil. "

A huge figure appeared above the labyrinth...the Lady of Pain hovering in the air with a long brocade robe is a dazzling tall beauty.

With delicate features and an aura of divine serenity, she has no hair but a ring of sharp blades, lips as black as toner, and eyes of resolute yellow.

She bent her fingers into the black sharp claws, and swiped downwards in the air. Countless sharp knives of various shapes appeared in the maze, spinning rapidly, trying to cut everything passing by into pieces.

The last thing Hill felt was a loud metallic scream... Lady Pain didn't intend to let anyone in the maze go, even though the half-collapsed maze had thrown countless figures out.

Of course Ioska, who was wearing a white robe, also noticed this, with a sarcastic smile on his handsome face, he waved his hands vigorously... Doors of light appeared inside and outside the maze.

The wind **** Wendy, holding the fluttering cloak behind his white robe, cooperated tacitly and blew the strong wind, sending those unlucky ghosts who were holding their heads and screaming because of the terrifying howl of the pain lady, into the gates of light .

Hill, who had been nervously defending, suddenly raised his hand, letting the strong wind blow his magic tower towards a light gate... There was still half of the whale's body, which was completely crippled when Lady Pain made a move. up.

He finally saw what he wanted to see... the elf queen, holding two lifelike daughters who were made into statues, followed behind Ioska with a sad face, with ragged clothes and hair. Messy, with countless bloodstains on his face and body.

Beside her was a man in a gorgeous robe holding a flower pot—a big sign with Ioska's name floating on his head strangely.

That should be the only Darbas who has converted, the innocent and stubborn Mr. Fair.

The only extraordinary priest in Sigil.

It is estimated that it was his help that made the Queen of Mourn survive such a terrible explosion.

It's finally a happy ending... Even the two princesses can only be reunited with their father, brothers and sisters in the Kingdom of God, and they will never be able to touch the real flowers and trees and smell the real fragrance of flowers and plants.

Hill sighed, he doesn't need to worry about others anymore... Where is he going to be teleported?

It's been so long!

The last time such a long teleportation channel was from Trasil to Gurns... He remembered that Corellon said that it spanned more than billions of light years, and traveled through an unknown number of years. The ultra-long-distance stargate of the whole universe.

Could it be possible...Hill is actually a little bit desperate...He is such a cute and kind mage who doesn't meddle in other people's business, so there is no world willing to accept him in the past?

The undead are not really following him!

Corellon intended to take them to Toril!

Responsibility definitely does not lie with him, an innocent person!

Xi...don't mention at all that she might be a looter of treasures and artifacts that made ao lose her hair... Er, I'm really dissatisfied.

Anyway, Liszt has returned to the demiplane, and Pulver stayed in his skull obediently, not daring to move, Hill licked his lower lip, and tentatively said: "It doesn't matter what the world is, as long as there are flowers As long as there are grass and trees... I don't care if the magic power is high or low.

Moreover, I promise not to bring undead over here!

So, any big brother and big sister, please do me a favor and give me a hand?

I really don't want to float down like this anymore... oh~

Thank you for your trust~IndoMTL.com~I will definitely keep my promise~”

Hill only felt a bright light in front of his eyes, a pale yellow resplendent stone door inlaid with gold threads appeared in front of the Magic Tower, and he opened the door generously to him.

The magic tower spins and is sucked in.

Hill couldn't help squinting his eyes and showing a smile... He is still the favorite in the earth attribute world!

Then he froze for a moment.

The energy pool of the magic tower lost more than half in an instant, and most of its functions were sealed... The puppets in front of him, above the extraordinary level, all had circles of transparent masks.

Not even a few level 16s!

Sill threw all these things into the demiplane in a blink of an eye, and before he even had time to explain to Liszt, he could only watch helplessly as the light gate of the demiplane completely dimmed.

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