Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 802: Hill buried in the experiment

The moonlight transformed by Selene gradually dimmed... It seems that this girl of the moon is not so easy to act recklessly in Toril, maybe only this incarnation can be used, not to mention the consumption of divine power. Not a lot.

Hill sighed silently and walked to his study... Fortunately, he was in a good mood and never planned to do anything in Toril... Otherwise, he would just line up to Aglaia one by one. The gods are enough for him to fail 10,000 times.

When the undead returned to the hidden town, Vera was still haggling with the time-space artifact, while Hill and Frank stood in front of the half in Purvi's body, waiting for the last minute... of life. The power surged in Purvi, and the little goblins planted in the small flower ponds of the otherworld whales were blooming brilliantly... The flowers bloomed and failed, and they seemed to be reincarnated for several springs and autumns in one minute.

Looking at the thick layer of flowers on the ground, Hill felt that his demi-plane might not be the same as what he thought... But he clearly planned to focus on water!

This is, after all, a half-plane within Purvi's body, and Hill really wants to leave a home for this unfortunate otherworldly whale that can survive even if he leaves him.

But the exuberant vitality... The combination of water and earth seems to create a half-plane that is biased towards Heavenly Mountain...

Standing in front of the door of light in the half plane, Hill hesitated for a long time and did not dare to enter, and finally was pushed in by the impatient Flange who was waiting on the side.

As Hill had envisioned, the golden gate of light was located in a bay in the middle of the continent, submerged in the shallow waves that gently beat the seashore.

The sky is full of twinkling stars and silver moonlight, and the breeze is blowing on Hill's face. Compared with the harsh spring breeze in the outside world, it is already a slightly drunk early summer in the half plane. .

Hill took a few steps and felt the ocean he created... Although there is no holy water like the holy water in Paradise Mountain, it can be regarded as a diluted version of holy water... And Hill is still in the center of the continent There is a waterfall mountain that is made with the relic of Aglaia.

If the undead dare to step into this half-plane, it is estimated that the strength will be weakened by more than half.

As for the mainland, most of the mountains and hills are already covered with green... The countless seeds that Hill sprinkled into the half plane at the end have now turned into towering trees and flowers and green grass.

Only the plain in the middle of the continent has not grown any plants... Hill intends to grow some crops here.

"As expected of the demi-plane you built!" Faran sighed behind him, "Not at all lethal. Ah, no, the evil faction will probably be completely suppressed... but other than Being attacked, would you invite any evil faction to enter your half-plane?"

Hill gave a wry smile: "Maybe, Lady of the Night?"

"I thought it was William who had a good relationship with her?" Fran didn't care about anything during this time... Hill didn't stop in the open-air garden!

Fortunately, the child Hill was more careful, and Liszt told him a lot of things. Otherwise, how could Fran let himself stay in the laboratory and hide!

But he also knew very well that without Hill's affinity, staying in that garden would only cause Hill's trouble... and no one with a little sane would be in Shar and Selene. Stay by the side during the conversation!

It is a miracle that Hill can do it.

Fran stared at the flourishing land in front of him, and was speechless for a moment... He was surrounded by warm vitality, if he stayed in this half-plane, it is estimated that his lifespan would increase a lot... He's in the neutral camp!

He would feel this way, which only shows that Hill never thought in his heart that he would only welcome the existence of the good camp.

He had always been clear in his heart that there was only one reason why Hill had a good relationship with powerful gods like Toril... In their hearts, Hill was harmless.

Kehill, it's obviously only superficially harmless! His ferocity was not seen by anyone.

A mage who can turn auxiliary water magic into a murderous weapon, a strong man who can tear apart giant dragons with his hands without hesitation, a person who really thinks he is completely harmless, and it is estimated that no one will collect the corpse when he dies... ...to die is ridiculous.

But Hill was able to build a demi-plane like Heavenly Mountain... no, it was much more comfortable than Heavenly Mountain, at least he couldn't get into that hellish place.

Fran thinks helplessly, obviously his grandson won't play that kind of boring trick to show the enemy's weakness, but Hill's natural law always dresses him from a giant bear to a rabbit, I really don't know how the law of the earth can With such a boring preference...Farland is well aware that water and wind are only secondary laws to Hill.

The only thing that can truly rule Hill's fate is the earth.

So he still thinks of a way to create some powerful large-scale magic equipment for Hill!

Otherwise, people will always be regarded as harmless rabbits, and Hill will one day turn from a furry earth bear to a furious bear.

It's all the fault of Hill's ancestors who like to pretend to be fools... Yes, that guy named Hay Wilson!

If it wasn't for him pretending to be a bear and believing it, how could Hill inherit such a useless talent law!

Hill didn't know that his grandfather was slandering his ancestors, but he folded his arms and pondered: "Grandfather, I will treat this as a vacation villa... The laws of this half-plane are a little too much in favor of vitality.

Next time I must pay attention, when refining the demi-plane, use less high-level materials that increase vitality.

In this case, I can't even pull the enemy in to fight... Even if my enemy is evil, I might not be willing to pull him in and destroy such a beautiful world. "

Hill still knows himself very well... The three words 'maybe' are all giving him money, and he must not be able to do it.

Flange released a 10-meter-high magic ballista from his space ring: "Just use this, you don't need to consume the law power of half planes."

Hill looked up at the powerful weapon exuding terrifying coercion in front of him... How many dragons did his grandfather slaughter in Abel?

What are some other biological materials? In his sense, these materials are stronger than those on the dragon... Could it be the primordial?

Hill turned his head hesitantly and asked, "Grandfather, have you encountered the battle between the primordial dragon and the primordial?"

"When I first entered Abel, I also entered by mistake." Fran said with an expressionless face, "There are only these battlefields that can catch an archmage by surprise.

Both sides are too powerful, even hundreds of thousands of years after death, the space vortex created can be irresistible.

The reason I was hunted by the Abel dragon was that they found me out near the battlefield. "

He showed a cold smile: "Unfortunately, their abilities are not comparable to the ancestors... Kill a dozen and these giant dragons will retire."

Hill suddenly realized, no wonder the black dragon even sent the mother dragon... The remains left behind after the death of the primordial can make at least a sub-artifact.

Although Abel seems to be closed, Toril's capable archmages are not completely unable to enter that world. Many archmages will secretly go to that world to dig treasures.

When the Primitives fought for the control of Abel with the primordial dragon, many people died on both sides... But these ancient battlefields almost all exist in independent spaces, even if they have now become the giants of the Lord of Abel Dragons are not that easy to find.

The excavation of each battlefield can make a dragon family instantly rich... So the daily life of these dragons is to find relics everywhere.

Those foreign archmages will be closely watched, but Flange entered by accident and did not go through the only star gate outside Abel.

Hill walked around the huge ballista a few times, then turned his head to confirm with Flange and asked: "Grandfather, is this a sub-artifact-level ballista? Or is it a replica?"

Fran nodded reservedly: "This is yours, see for yourself how much you can learn... Even if you don't use biological materials, you can try to see if you can use metal to imitate similar materials.

Do not waste the capital the earth has given you. "

Trahir's semi-artifact, it's nothing to get Toril here... As for the Myriad Magic Sphere in his hand, it's an accidental result of hard work and chance, even if the same materials are accumulated again, It was also Flange who did it himself, and he was not sure that he could make a second one that was exactly the same.

But for an alchemist master, an alchemy item that cannot be replicated is not considered a real success...it can only prove his upper limit, not his lower limit.

However, the magic ballista, as long as there are enough materials, Flange can make an infinite number of them... That's it~IndoMTL.com~ He doesn't care about the equipment that can't be made due to the lack of materials, as long as he guarantees himself Just do it again.

Hill pulled down the long hair that fell on his chest: Is his maternal grandfather already this strong?

He can feel that these materials are only leftovers from those two powerful creatures, not the ones with the strongest energy... A sub-artifact made from a dragon's heart and a dragon's nails have completely different meanings !

Hill rubbed his hands together, and within four years, Toril shouldn't have much fun that he particularly wanted to know about... ah, no... big deal.

He made up his mind that he must research the most suitable metal material in the shortest time to replicate a similar magic ballista... Flange only gave him a hint of one, and he could see it at a glance. See it.

His grandfather has started to do homework again... This time it's changed from classwork to a graduation thesis, Hill has to put in more effort.

He silently took out all the puppets in the pendant, summoned Liszt again, and gave him the holiday castle blueprint he had thought of.

I don't want him to take care of things later.

Hill's current mission...is an endless experiment!

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