Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

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

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

Did he want to see if Hill found out what bad things he wanted to do?

The legendary story of the Lord of the Morning, Lansander, collapsed in Hill's heart. Sure enough, the good camp that could cause such a catastrophe that almost destroyed the world was far from reliable.

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

He is just the Lord of the Dawn. Don't compare him with the sun god of Trasil, it is completely different.

Lansendre was originally the God of Youth, the representative of middle school boys, and whatever he did was normal.

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

He also said to himself that the gods were forbidden to interfere in all recent affairs, and no matter who they were, they could only watch, unless someone called him to appear. "

So what the Lord of the Dawn means is that as long as he doesn't take the initiative to talk to Hill, it doesn't count as breaking the rules?

Hill swallowed hard, swallowed back all the complaints, and waved to Liszt, whatever the Lord of the Dawn wanted to do.

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

Lansendre can definitely do it. If he goes to the kitchen to eat secretly, it is better not to give him a chance to express himself freely.

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

Hill sighed softly.

Forget it, just know that there is indeed trouble in the Northland again.

My own territory was indeed involved in the broken stone slab to start the game.

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 indeed did not have detailed information about Hill and Aglaia, and judged them based on the material level of this world.

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

Neither he nor Aglaia would be tempted by this thing. They just had to be careful not to get involved with Terry and his biological father.

As for these young people, whether they live or die, they will eventually have to return to their cities with all their troubles.

As long as these four cities in the North can survive, they may have to change their leaders if they cannot survive.

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 the remnants of Netheril, Shade City, Mystra couldn't bear it anymore and resurrected Khelben, the Blackstaff.

Corellon, who originally wanted the elves to fully return to the mainland, would definitely take action.

When the undead come, let's see what happens to the stone slab!

The tablet of destiny is incomplete, and more than 100 million souls outside his control appear. As long as it intends to control everything, downtime is definitely around the corner.

It is possible that it will be completely broken into pieces.

Hill suddenly glanced at the attic. In that case, Lansander might not have done anything like Blazing Dawn.

He has always felt that pretending to be the real Sun God is not something that a normal god would think of without having his head beaten out of his chest.

If he hadn't been deceived by the false prophecy, Lansander would not have done that. Cyric, the prince of lies who had completely lost his sense, was not even that crazy.

Hill glanced at the sky again.

Although it's midsummer, it's not yet the day when the sun's power is strongest.

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

Noon of that day was also the time when the power of the ghosts was at its weakest.

Lansendre obviously planned to use the oil painting to hide his presence so that he could hide until that day and watch the fun.

Forget it, as long as this guy still has the concept of hiding, he'll be fine.

The key is another.

Hill looked at the sky melancholy. It was almost dusk, and the silver moon was about to hang in the sky. Will Su Lun come?

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

Hill would rather face two Lansanders than one Suellen.

For this reason, he would rather praise Shar.

As night fell, Silver Moon 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 stunning emerald green eyes.

Wearing a ring woven with vines and a white robe studded with strings of pearls, she walked slowly from the direction of Waterdeep.

She looks like a powerful high-level priest. She holds a beautifully styled Moon Hammer in her hand. Looking at her light-weighted state and the milky white moonlight flowing on her body, she may even be the most powerful one. of silver star.

Everyone who saw her bowed and stepped back to show respect.

The residents near Waterdeep respect the priest of the Silver Virgin, and her kindness has saved many people's lives.

No one can save her.

In addition to the otherworldly god servant known as Porcelain, among all the priests of the sect who serve Su Lun, Silver Star is already the most powerful.

Hill sat quietly on the railing of the terrace and smiled wryly at the beautiful lady looking over from downstairs.

Suellen is always so courageous.

After summoning Martha and signaling her to invite the goddess to the floating castle, Hill asked Liszt to call out Aglaia who was hiding in the room.

Aglaia was very surprised after receiving the notice: "Isn't Shar still chasing her? How dare she show up directly!"

Hill, who brought Aglaia down to the hall, took a long breath and said, "Tir can appear here at any time.

Since he couldn't kill her at once, Shar wouldn't come. She didn't like to waste time and energy. "

And by this time, Shar should have found Cyric and was demonstrating her seduction ability in the dark.

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

Hill knew very well that it was impossible to change things ten years later. It all depended on whose life was better.

For example, the lady in front of me, who sought death to such an extent, got the most benefit from Shar's plan.

From now on, the Daughter of the Night will probably vomit blood when she sees Silver Moon regaining her powerful power.

"Beautiful Suellen, welcome to the town of Aglaia." Hill pulled Aglaia, who was in a daze, and welcomed her out together.

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

I finally don't have to hear the prayers of those who want me to protect them from that ugly woman in Embry! "

Aglaia smiled brightly: "Welcome to my home, Ms. Baiye, please come in."

Hill smiled and gave up the home court.

Also chaotic and kind, maybe girls can communicate better?

It just so 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 people like Hill.

Even though she behaves so politely, she is completely different from the big peacock above who is full of food and drink, 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.

Lansendre had been here for so long, but he never let the natural consciousness surrounding Hill call the police like this.

Hill sat and watched.

Suddenly, I discovered that Aglaia was no longer shorter than Su Lun and acted very mature.

At least he looked more like an adult than Su Lun, whose eyes were full of curiosity.

"Just call me Suellen." The Moon Goddess told Aglaia gently, "I can't stay here for long, I just came to take a look out of curiosity.

AO only gave me three hours.

Rather than chatting, I still hope to take a 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-hearted, and they rarely do good things. She will definitely have her share of troubles. Hill had a smile on her face and cursed in her heart, luckily she has more points than you.

No, Hill turned his head and thought for a moment. In fact, whether it was an elf or a dwarf, it was all because of the curiosity of the silver moon goddess Trasil that they could find Trasil.

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

As for Suellen, she only had one sister, Shar, who wished she would die quickly.

There was also a first-generation magic goddess who agreed with her, but made her pay a huge price.

"Dad Hill!" Aglaia looked up with a smile, "I took Su Lun to see the oil paintings! Then I invited her to drink tea in the rooftop garden."

"There is a big peacock there." Hill said without changing his face, "I hope it won't disturb Ms. White Night."

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

Su Lun laughed: "I saw Ransander flying in at Joseph Garden, but unfortunately I was a step too late. If I had come here first, he would have been stopped by AO."

She finally turned her head to look at Hill, and said with a bit of complaint: "It would be great if Mr. Hill took out this oil painting during the white night. Unfortunately, it's Lansendre."

"I'm so sorry." Hill said softly, "It's all fate."

Fate was so kind to him. Fortunately, he didn't encounter any big trouble that required him to take out his oil paintings at night.

Satisfied with the apology, Suellen and Aglaia went upstairs.

Hill wouldn't worry about the big peacock who was still sleeping. He should have thought that Su Lun, who was more curious than him, would definitely appear.

After 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 Terry from losing his mind due to the gold coins.