Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Hill laughed helplessly. Sometimes he really didn't use his brain... If the undead wanted better blue medicine, they would only go to William. Why would they go to him?

Maybe I have lived in this fantasy world for too long...I have even forgotten that for a player in the game, when he wants something, the easiest thing is to go to the planner.

The first undead priest who spoke actually hoped to make Hill sympathize with their hard work and help them get back blue... William seemed to have set up a limited-time mission limited to 3,000 people, and even had time and quality requirements. Those who don't have it will fail even if they accept the task, and the task will be given to others in vain.

It seems that the crystal dragon was seriously injured. Even with the high-level healing ability of the undead, no matter how many there are, it is of no use. Only the use of divine magic array can work.

Really... Hill thought helplessly... There is no need to use such a tactful method. Just follow the old method and just yell a few words!

Then he realized belatedly: William may have assigned this mission to Sanren or those families who had received less benefit from the city defense battle... These people were not that familiar with him.

Hill thought for a moment before saying, "Where is that dragon now?"

"The dwarves quickly carried her to the island...the east city gate has been demolished." An undead replied.

Hill nodded and walked outside the alchemy hall: "Then I'll hurry up."

He directly released the Water Mist and the Water of Tranquility in the small square, turned around and told the undead priests: "Don't let the dwarves enter the range of the Water of Tranquility."

"The Demon Cult's Old Snow Dog is leading the way for the dwarves. He has already sent someone to notify Ms. Leila to come forward to receive the Mirabar dwarves.

During our treatment, they can go to the city hall to discuss future cooperation.

After the battle, William put the Mirabar dwarf's hut next to the Snow Palace.

The dwarves will definitely take all the children back this time. "

Hill looked at the team that had already walked onto the long bridge and turned back to the hall: According to the undead, William will not come forward in the future...

"What are your plans for the dwarves of Mirabar? Your Majesty William.

It’s already reached this point, is there any problem if I come forward? "Hill couldn't understand what William was doing, why he didn't need Hill to come forward, but let Luskan stand at the front desk.

"Hill, have you forgotten your identity as the son of Trasil?" William said lazily, "I asked the dwarves who stayed in Aglaia. When they see you, they always A strange feeling: as if I were seeing the most perfect ore in the world.

The better the casting master, the more he feels this way.

The dwarves of Mirabar must be the same... I don't know what the relationship with the dwarves will be like in the future. They might become enemies, so I don't want them to become your subjects in the end.

But if you let them see you, those dwarves might kneel down and surrender... Tsk... Are they going to grovel just to have the chance to throw you into the furnace one day?

Mirabar dwarves are not from the good camp~"

Hill looked up in surprise: "What?"

"Why did the gray dwarves and golden dwarves insist on attacking Trasil? Doing so would completely offend the Elf God King... Even though this guy is a little useless, everyone knows that he can't be killed.

In the words of the dwarves, our Trasil minerals are abundant and complete, and no matter what the ore is, it is extremely pure and the quality is rare. More importantly, the regeneration time of the minerals is very short.

I have studied the messages left by that group of dwarves for a long time. They believed from the bottom of their hearts that the starry sky fortress made from the planet Trasil must be more powerful than the devil's Sigil City in the outer world... and could even allow the dwarves to have their own endless world. mine.

I think you also understand...how important this is to the dwarves.

And there are not just one or two dwarf gods who know this.

Especially the deep lich Diylinka, he will definitely not give up on Trasil easily.

You know, there are even several abyss lords who want to kill him. Having a starry sky fortress that can move freely and automatically regenerate resources is so important to him... not to mention that he was once just one step away from success.

Compared with other gods, his intention towards Trasil must be the deepest... How could he think so highly of the Trasil natives who have been manipulated by him for tens of thousands of years? "

William laughed coldly: "Otherwise, why would I negotiate peace with Corellon so easily... Although it is uncomfortable that the Elf God King will live well, but compared to those who are lurking in the future secretly coveting Traxi My dwarf, I can still forget that bit of hatred."

"The Lord of the Gray Dwarves Ladugue and his daughter plus the Lord of the Derro Dwarves Diylinka..." William read these names slowly, "If we can't even deal with them... who might be there in the future? You dare to reach out to Trasil."

Hill didn't say a word. He knew very well that the world of Trasil had been discovered by the Toril universe, so he had to show his abilities.

Even though the Gate of the World was originally controlled by William, no, the God of Time and Space, it doesn't mean that capable gods can't rush directly to Trasil according to the coordinates.

The undead only represent the middle and low-level strength of Trasil...Hill and Aglaia are considered high-level...but the strong will not be deterred by this, they can only show the stronger side of Trasil.

William absolutely trusts Hill to be on his side in this regard.

After all, they all know that if Trasil is really destroyed, other gods may escape, but the Earth Goddess, who has integrated herself with the planet, will definitely not survive.

Even if the great cosmic world tree has the ability to separate the goddess' soul from the world, for this earth goddess, completely losing half of her body is worse than death.

And the Earth Bear family that Hill cares about most cannot live alone without the Earth Goddess.

So even though Hill is a mage who advocates freedom, in this regard, he will always stand in the same camp as the god Trasil.

The safety of your own world must not be left to chance.

William must find Diylinka and even the two gray dwarves, just to let people know that Trasil is not so easy to deal with.

Persimmons are always picky... If Trasil is very powerful without relying on any force... some troubles will naturally go around them.

When that time comes, the enemy will only choose a world that is easy to deal with.

Hill asked softly: "What do you need me to do?"

"You are doing very well now..." William said with a smile, "Especially when you killed the ancient green dragon with three punches... I think even the gods in the Toril Star Realm would tremble after seeing it. "

Hill looked at the crystal silently and gently clenched his fist to show him.

"Haha..." William laughed awkwardly, "You know... if your magic ability is very strong, Toril won't feel any surprise. After all, Corellon's priesthood contains magic.

But with such a powerful power... you can tell at a glance that you have inherited the powerful body of a god from another world. "

Hill didn’t want to pay attention to William’s nonsense at all…

"Okay... I'm not joking." William said slowly, "You came out to travel and study... so although you are very strong, most people will think that you are not worthy of being a great mage in Trasil. The strongest.

This is enough, what we need is to be afraid of those who want to attack Trasil. "

Hill turned his head and looked at the undead outside: "Your pseudo-magic net is already very good!"

"The highest level is only level 20 in Toril, so what does it matter? It seems that everything is rampant in Toril, but as long as the god relaxes his control over the gods, this thing will be completely useless. ." William said nonchalantly, "It can only scare ordinary people.

Moreover, the elemental body is really of no use to the gods. It just dissipates with a wave of your hand.

In the end we have to take action ourselves. "

"How is the world of Trasil?" Hill asked in a low voice. Even though he knew that the Alchemy Hall was closed, he still chose to be cautious. He has been out for so long, so he should be almost ready for promotion in the world, right?

"The God of Time and Space may be able to achieve great power within a thousand years. I think the Goddess of Earth will be the same, too?"

The promotion has been completed!

Therefore, the gods with medium divine power who have reached the peak can start to accumulate strength again.

The two exchanged a few more words, but said nothing more. They both understood in their hearts: Trasil will be truly safe after a thousand years, and after that, William won't need to worry about these messy things... Attachment The power of one's gods and the power of one's own gods are completely different things.

"I have all the information I want. That priest is indeed a believer of the Mother of Dwarves and knows very well about their family's past.

The Mirabar dwarves are not only related to the gold dwarves, but also to the gray dwarves, and even the dark elves. William suddenly smiled and said, "I suspect that there is an underground passage leading to the Dark Territory under the Spine of the World."

I think the White Dragon Queen is more likely to tell me where that place is.

So to me, this group of dwarves is of little use. They can't possibly know much about the details of the underground.

Now the task of the undead is to find this passage. When the claws of the abyss cannot reach out, the sooner you take action, the more complete the information you will get.

Before Toril returns to normal, clear out the Underdark, especially the derro.

It's best to kill them all.

I will definitely let the undead go down with the oil paintings, so that those little dwarfs who are afraid of light can see the real sunshine. "

He said it so calmly that he didn't feel that he was talking about a major event that would destroy the family and the entire clan...

Hill listened expressionlessly, not feeling anything cruel about William's words: If they hadn't saved their world back then, maybe now the corpses would have become food for the derro dwarves.

Derro stand approximately 2 to 4 meters tall; unlike other dwarves, they are thin and lithe rather than bulky.

Male derro always have waxy hair hanging down from their shoulders, matted, covered in dirt and grease, and have a mustache and short beard. Their eyes are gray and lifeless, their pupils almost indistinguishable. The most unsightly thing about a derro's face is probably their bulbous nose, which is densely pockmarked and swollen.

Female derro are physically stronger and more limited than their male counterparts. Their hair is better protected and their noses have fewer blemishes. The most disturbing features of female derro are misshapen nails and underdeveloped hands.

Derro are taught from childhood that it is their rightful right to rule over all lands, underground and above. They believe that they are the result of the survival of the fittest of all races and are the masters of the world. The only thing keeping them from their rightful place is the cursed sun, a trouble they have fought against for generations.

Derro are omnivores, eating both plants and animals. Their staple food was fungi grown by slaves under the supervision of their foreman. Other types of plants consumed by derro are not as abundant as fungi. Meat, on the other hand, is a rare delicacy, usually from slaves on the fungus farm who died or were not thrown into the clan's fire pit.

Derro dwarves prefer the meat of humanoids, but they are not opposed to eating domesticated animals as long as they can get them.