Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

"This insect shell... looks very useful, right?" Fran walked in from the door.

Hill quickly stood up: "I have informed the undead that Aglaia collects a large number of insect shells. I will pay according to the level. They will definitely bring back the highest level ones."

Fran said noncommittally: "They must have eaten the corpses of some powerful creatures. The lines on the shells are very obvious, and there must be a powerful and terrifying owner behind them.

It's just a little strange...why are these bugs placed so close to the ground? If you want to feed them, you have to transport corpses from deep underground... This is not cost-effective. "

Hill lowered his head and thought for a moment before replying: "This is the passage under Alausato's lair. He just established an alliance with the undead and moved to the Hidden Forest, so he gave this road to the undead.

He is an ancient white dragon. Normally, he would go to the underground world to plunder every few decades.

Not everyone can raise so many corpse demons... Maybe the mastermind behind the scenes wants a powerful bone dragon. "

Fran nodded in agreement: "It should be for this reason... It seems that the contract with the undead also saved his life. The corpse monster that can absorb life force and multiply indefinitely, coupled with so many giant insects, obviously It is cultivated for dragons with strong vitality."

He stared at the screen: "It seems that the undead will soon face the first powerful enemy they encountered in the underground world... Now that William is not following, can they beat him?"

"It doesn't matter." Hill said nonchalantly, "The current dark mages and necromancers can only use summons to attack. The shadow magic network is even more chaotic.

As long as it's not a spell that instantly clears everything, the undead will never be afraid... if there are too many ants, they can kill an elephant! "

The current level of the undead does not seem to be very high, but for Toril, who cannot even appear as a demigod, it is enough for them to break through their defenses. As long as it's not a total miss, the appearance of -1 is the biggest surprise for them.

Fran looked at the screen again, then floated over to a single sofa and sat on the side... obviously away from those boring and noisy goblins.

Although he was used to these little guys following Hill... there would always be something around Hill anyway... but the high-frequency and rapid communication still gave him a headache.

Fran looked at the screen and sighed softly, sincerely praising the insect king who had caused countless troubles to the undead: "Ah! It's such an unimaginable explosive power. Can the acid be sprayed so far?

In addition to strength, even the internal organs have been strengthened... How was this done? What kind of creatures were swallowed to allow them to evolve so perfectly?

Even if you eat Taikoo Dragon, it won't have such a good effect... Could it be that you ate more than one? "

Looking at Fran, who rarely spoke at length, Hill whispered to Liszt: "Except for the body, we will accept 100 of each kind of complete bug... first come, first served. The lowest level costs 100 gold each. The higher the level, the higher the price." times.

The insect king has doubled!

Go to the alchemy hall quickly... don't let the undead burn the Insect King after they get so angry. "

Liszt left in response, and Hill saw Fran's satisfied smile from the corner of his eye: The alchemist master was actually expressing his dissatisfaction in a subtle way. He thought that Hill should have discovered something was wrong the first time he saw these bugs.

As a master alchemist... it is natural for him to study various materials. Hill can obtain biological materials without killing people, but it is too outrageous to have insect shells that are so readily available without any intention of research. ... Fran knew that Hill must have understood how profound knowledge of biological cultivation was required to form these bugs.

Hill also knew it was his mistake.

For him, not to mention the minerals on the earth, even other materials, as long as they are sold, he can easily get them... Especially after arriving in Toril, the value of gold here is too high. …

Therefore, sometimes, it is always easy to overlook the alchemist's sensitivity to materials.

Hill lowered his head in embarrassment: "I was too negligent this time, Grandpa. I will pay attention to it in the future."

Fran showed a smile: "Remember to give me half...especially the big one."

"Of course, Grandpa." Hill replied quickly.

The undead soon received a message from the time and space artifact, and Hill could already hear a loud voice shouting: "Why grab it! Can you just die and turn in the mission after you grab it?"

Will that little money buy the experience you lose? Buy the time you run back?

In the end, we still have to see who will be lucky and who will be faster after returning to the city... Now they are all fighting monsters honestly! "

The chaos of the undead was quickly suppressed... but it was not because of the shouts of the commander above, but if you lowered your head to pick up insect corpses, you would probably be directly bitten by the sudden rise of the corpse demon... by that The bite from the thing is worse than the blood loss from being scratched by their claws.

"This kind of bleeding effect..." Fran said thoughtfully, "I'm a little confused about the structure of the elemental bodies of the undead... Obviously the blood-replenishing potion doesn't have a great effect on them, but when they receive physical damage, they still... There are normal reactions...

Is this because of the limitations of the world's will? "

Hill said softly: "This is inevitable... Otherwise, the incarnation of the gods will not be harmed. You will have to pay for what you get. It is the same in any world."

His eyes gently looked at the pool of gods in front of the Aglaia Temple: the blood of Lansander was still shining there.

Fran's eyes glanced over slightly: "Will, law, and original power should actually be formed according to a certain inherent logic, but no one can understand it... I hope that one day, I can touch these. Mysterious knowledge...Of course gods can accept mystery and embrace mystery, but mages cannot."

He looked at Hill with eyes full of complicated emotions. Hill understood his grandfather's worries: the connection between Hill and the gods was too close... even to Toril, who was so different from Trasil, he There are so many gods around me.

Now Hill can be regarded as standing at an intersection: on one side is the flat road leading to the luxurious palace covered with red carpets of flowers, on both sides are filled with friends smiling and waving to him, as well as his beloved two A daughter, but on the other side there is only a rugged path with no future in sight. Except for the figure of Flan in front, there is just a mutated void with no edges visible on both sides.

As long as Hill's heart is shaken a little bit, the door of the palace will be opened to him... Fran doesn't think there is anything bad about this future, but in his opinion, a path that will never end is better than just one glance. Seeing the end of the avenue is attractive.

He didn't want to force Hill to follow him on this difficult road, but with Fran's character, he didn't want his grandson to be immersed in false prosperity.

How many gods like Corellon are powerful enough to roam the multiverse?

Hill smiled at his grandfather: "Don't worry about me, grandfather. At least at this time, I still prefer to pursue the mystery of magic rather than the greatness of gods."

Fran nodded silently and turned his attention back to the screen: At this moment, the undead finally found a way to deal with the corpse monsters that suddenly attacked from the underground.

They are using camp detection auras all over the crypt.

Wherever the crimson light is, countless lightning spells will instantly appear and hit hard... Even if there are still some omissions, most of the corpse monsters have been found.

The camp detection magic released by the undead is, to a certain extent, more accurate than the Knights of Justice... William's definition of evil is much stricter than that of Tire.

Hill was watching the undead poking holes here and there with great interest, when he was suddenly startled by dozens of tall black-robed monsters that suddenly jumped up and rushed into the crowd: "Damn it! Why are there still demon corpses?"

These tall monsters move quickly through the crowd, and the undead caught by them will receive a hug with great power... and then lick their face with their long forked tongues.

The paralyzed undead were almost going crazy. They let out violent screams from the only throat they could use, and the whole crypt echoed with 'Ahhhhhhhhhh' and 'No'.

Hill couldn't help but rub his hands and expressed his deep sympathy and pity for these unfortunate people.

The Demon Soul Corpse is actually the animated corpse of a murderer or a similar villain who died without atonement for his sins. The face is as ferocious as a skeleton, the flesh and blood are rotting, and the body odor is... well... deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Even the undead who were killed by the corpse monsters because they were in a hurry showed a smile: It would be great if they weren't being held and licked by something!

Hill turned his head silently: The guy in charge of video recording has a very problematic mentality. He doesn't care about the battle ahead, nor does he care if someone is unlucky around him. The camera is always focused on those unlucky people.

The goblins landed on the bookshelf, gnashing their teeth, stomping their feet, and screaming, cheering for each undead being licked.

As creatures of nature, they have always hated the undead. Many times, the little flower fairies would attack when they saw the undead... but the attack method of the demonic corpse seemed to exceed the limit of their tolerance.

"Calm down!" A loud voice sounded, "Thunder and metal mages are preparing group attack spells! The person being captured will show his name! The people next to him should run away quickly. If they die, it's their own fault for being slow!"

‘Xueyunfeng’ rushed back from the front of the battlefield.

He frowned and shouted loudly: "Second from the left, where is Heimei, ha~ Wanyou Tianluo, 3, 2, 1! Group magic attack!"

Black Rose's long-range profession roared and crawled away from its unlucky man: Fortunately, the 'Wan You Tian Luo', who was originally responsible for protecting the priest, was stationed in a relatively remote position, so most of them escaped.