Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

The old snow dog who was kicked to the ground acted very calmly. He just stood up and patted his robe with a smile on his face.

He looked down at the 'young master' who was staring at him with ferocious eyes, and said in a gentle tone: "Look, if you hadn't been too forgetful, I wouldn't have had to receive this kick."

The 'young master' was about to say something, but he finally understood the meaning of Lao Gou's words: Lao Gou knew very well that doing so would expose his petty attitude of watching the Sanda King's excitement with a cold eye... A beating was inevitable.

Maybe the Sanda King will teach him a lesson in the future... That lady has always had a ledger in her heart and will not give up until the ledger is cleared.

But even though he knew there would be such a terrible result, Lao Gou still told the Sanda King about it in order to teach him a lesson... He had obviously planned to keep it secret before.

Otherwise, when the Sanda King was looking for the real culprit all over the world a few days ago, the old dog would have said... 'Xue Yunfeng' may have a bad mouth, but he is really not a snitch. He usually only keeps these things. In his heart, unless there was some time to settle accounts, he would not speak out.

So, is he being reckoned with? The young master is a little confused... Is it so harmful to let Lao Gou's plan for the past few days be scrapped?

The young master who had only accepted plans from others and never read plans written by others finally felt a little guilty... Although he was still a little unwilling, he should still take the secretary with him!

The undead who finally unified their thoughts began to accompany Vera to scatter various plant seeds all over Mount Alamir.

The undead originally thought that the goblin queen would set off to Mir Forest after planting the mountains with flowers, plants and trees, but they ignored that the goblins had a different concept of time... Vera felt that it was still early.

And for Vera, establishing a natural cycle is not just about planting plants, but also letting them grow, and they have to grow well, at least in the eyes of the goblins, it is a place where they can live.

But the goblin's preferred natural environment... After discussion among the undead, they discovered that it was either the deepest part of the forest or Aglaia.

Aglaia is because of its natural darling Hill, and the undead know it very well... Once outside the border of Aglaia, the plants on the ground are half as short.

In order to create the natural cycle in their minds, these playful little goblins made a rare effort. They would get up early every morning and fly to Mount Alamere in groups to take care of the plants.

They even planted a strange kind of moss on the city walls... The undead were a little confused at first, but later they discovered that the moss almost only grew against the stones on the outside, but the roots were densely inserted like a wire mesh. The cracks in the stone... those are the natural cracks in the stone that are invisible to the naked eye.

Then the earth mage found that he was about to lose his job... The Great Wall became stronger and stronger. Unless the gods and monsters came together again, a few of them would not be able to break down the wall.

Judging from the transformation of the Great Wall by the goblins... Vera seems to be planning to hold the Autumnal Equinox Hunting Ceremony at the foot of Mount Alamere!

No wonder their camp is planted with oak trees everywhere... The undead have a good relationship with the goblins, and they know that the autumnal equinox celebration must be held in the oak forest... even though it should be the oldest oak tree.

Vera no longer goes to Mount Alamere to do her daily work, but takes care of the oak trees every day... I don't know where she got the seeds. These oak seedlings grow very fast, and they grow taller in a few days... It's obvious It's not a mortal species, and it's probably Hill who gave it something good.

The seeds optimized by that natural mage are normal no matter how magical they are.

After several days of discussion, the undead finally realized that what the goblins want to take care of is nature. As for how pitiful the Calishans live and how miserable their experiences are, they don't care at all.

So Vera can take her time...

Fortunately, the gods and monsters understand the pain of the undead, and will charge at them relentlessly every few days... Although they have entertainment and a lot of experience, the undead feel baffled... These gods and monsters seem to be unable to control themselves. Keep your emotions the same.

Whether it is a fire monster or an air monster, they seem to get furious when they see the Great Wall on the mountains, and then they gather together again to charge towards the top of the mountain...and then halfway through the fight, either their companions die, or they suddenly wake up, and then boom He ran back to the plain and continued fighting with the opponent.

The last time they saw an NPC that looked like a tool man was in Trasil's dungeon.

Having been in Toril for so long, the undead felt that they suddenly missed those copies that had been alive and dead... I wonder if William can have one in Toril.

Their discussion was in full swing... It can also be seen from this that how boring the days have been recently... Then the topic ended with two sentences from the old dog who thought they were ill: "I think, with William's temper, if you really If he had to work overtime, he would probably make a copy using some of the most terrifying enemies in the Underdark.

It doesn’t matter to me, PVP doesn’t enter this book... Although I have entered before, when I don’t want to enter, I have the best reason. "

The expressions of the undead who were stared at by Snow Old Dog, who was holding a tablet while patrolling the Great Wall, suddenly changed. Of course they knew what Snow Old Dog was talking about... Whether it was those mushroom monsters, the worm mage, or even those purple insects, They are all monsters that they don't want to see again... This is why they still choose to follow the goblins even though they know that the battle in the Underdark Region will definitely be more intense.

William had actually told them a long time ago that the battle process on the journey to Calimshan was not necessarily fierce... but more people still chose to come to Calimshan to enjoy the sunshine.

After being scolded by Snow Old Dog, the undead would rather stand on the city wall every day and yell at the gods and monsters wandering around at the foot of the mountain in the distance, trying to provoke one or two to come over, than dare to mention the dungeon again... It seems that they all know that William and Lao Gou are the kind of people who cherish each other.

Not only will William definitely think of what the old dog wants, but he will also be more ruthless...after all, he has seen more.

Because the moonlight was always bright, Hill could only sit in the garden and read a book... He noticed that Purvi was flying up and down in Aglaia City, and Fran probably only saw the gods and monsters attacking the Great Wall. after.

For the Toril people, the crystal core of the gods and monsters is a very valuable legendary material, even more expensive than the dragon's... But for the Trasil people, the elemental ore is a great thing. ?

So after Fran discovered what the specialty of Calimshan was, he simply returned to the demiplane.

Hill actually couldn't bring himself to mention God. Fortunately, the undead gave him entertainment for two days.

He didn't quite understand why Selûne kept silently watching... Hill felt a little bad at first. With Selûne's chaotic and arbitrary character, if she learns the undead's style of doing things... That's really scary.

But then he thought, it would not be bad if Selune could learn the style of the undead, which is crazy but limits all chaotic thoughts to a certain framework... Of course, more importantly, even if this The Moon Girl learned to be even worse, and it wasn't Trasil who was affected.

AO always has the ability to wipe the butt of his precious daughter.

But it seemed that because the undead mentioned William, Selune finally couldn't help but speak: "It doesn't sound like this William is from the lawful camp?"

Selûne is a little puzzled... For a god who torments his followers like this, it's chaos no matter how you look at it, right?

Moreover, the style of the undead always felt more unscrupulous than her voters.

Why can they still be judged as lawful camp?

Before Hill could think of how to answer, Shar's voice sounded faintly: "These are not William's devout believers, they can only be regarded as pan-believers... For them, everything in the other world is a kind of fun, but it is not It will not affect their lives in this world.”

Selûne's moonlight dimmed for a moment before asking: "They are all projected into another world... So the undead are like elemental elves? They can't be said to be demons or devils, right?"

"Actually, their style of doing things is more like the devil...or can it be said that they are white devils?

After coming to Toril, they will act unscrupulously within the rules... just like the summoned devil. No matter what, he must at least abide by the summoning treaty on the surface... As for whether it can be broken, that is Another thing.

From what I understand, the undead are actually trying to find loopholes in the rules set by William, but the gap between power and thought is too big, so it's not that easy to find.

But there are loopholes in any rule. As long as it lasts long enough... I don’t know what will happen in the future. "

Hill blinked... The idea of ​​the white devil is a bit interesting, but I don't know if there is such a creature... Of course Shar and Selune would know if it existed... Or was it created by the goddess of the night herself? words.

Shar is indeed a goddess famous for her wisdom, and her observation of the undead is the closest...but she still doesn't understand how much killing power the boss of the game company has...even if the undead really caught the loophole in William's rules. , that may also result in a ban.

Hill didn't say anything, let Shar think so! He can't always say, don't worry, it'll be okay. William is to the undead what AO is to Toril... Once the situation cannot be controlled, just press the reset button.

Although no matter how many times Toril is destroyed, even if the whole world returns to chaos, it is impossible for these two moon goddesses to be remade... They are the incarnations of the original power that created all power, and even AO cannot destroy.

But no one likes this terrible and irresistible fate...even Shar, who always wants to return to the world of chaos.

Selune hesitated for a while before asking: "Then if I do the same, won't I be judged as lawful? I don't want to~"

Shar responded immediately: "Have you had too many blisters?"