Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 177 The Savannah of the Wolves and Hill's New Magic

Compared with the god of casting and craftsman, the god of nobility, who is very close to the elves, is more trustworthy. The god of nobility does not obey the elves.

Otherwise, this casting method of killing monsters and obtaining spirits will spread to the human world, and human beings will definitely be classified as the evil camp by the will of the world.

Hill can imagine that after human beings learn it, they will only use the irrational monsters in the beast tide with confidence at first, but how dangerous it is!
There will definitely be people who will kill those individual monsters who have nothing to do with the world and just want to live their own lives.

And if this is the case, there will be no neutral good camp in this world, and we can only completely turn to evil!
If you don't want to be thrown into the abyss, the will of the world can only cultivate monsters!
Rather let the monsters kill all humanoid creatures, the world will not be willing to accompany them into the abyss!

What did the god of nobility hear to stop the god of casting and craftsmen from growing bigger?
Humans at that time would definitely want to obtain the casting method of the dwarves.After all, at that time, there were even fewer human professionals.

According to the history books, the first human kingdom, the territory of Dionisio, started with only a small basin in a valley.

The god of nobility was able to establish a country, and he also got a lot of help from elves and dwarves.

Hill rubbed his forehead and slowly thought, when did the god of nobles start to be hostile to the god of casting cultivated by that dwarf, and firmly suppress the craftsmen under the status of nobles?
Also as a demigod, why can the god of casting and craftsman allow his status to become so nihilistic?
At that time, there was no Mage Association and Warlock Tower!

Hill sighed. He felt that the history of human beings was already very chaotic because of the participation of dwarves and elves, but now it seems that there may be people in the dark.

Although the god of nobility was close to the elves at that time, he did not completely surrender to the elves.

The god of casting and craftsman who is fully supported by the dwarves, he doesn't actually have the upper hand, does he?

Maybe the elves are waiting for him to ask for help, then humans can only become vassals of the elves!
However, I don’t know who helped the god of nobility to suppress the god of casting and craftsman cultivated by the dwarves, but he didn’t stay for a long time, otherwise the god of nobility would not come back and be drawn back by the elves .

But it's just being drawn in, human beings are still an independent race.

The elves and dwarves could only think of other ways.

Limited by the will of the world, it is impossible for them to do more, unless human beings voluntarily fall.

There are only other ways to lure human beings to degenerate and pursue a life of pleasure.

But the tide of beasts kept the high-level combat power of human beings.

Elves and dwarves can only use a longer time to consume human vigilance.

It's a pity that the method of slowly corrupting human beings has just achieved some results, and the God of Time and Space was born out of nowhere.

Hill is a little happier, the will of the world still favors humans.

So as long as human beings keep it up and don't do too many sins, the will of the world will not allow Warcraft to grow rapidly enough to threaten the survival of human beings.

Hill glanced at the wolves outside through the window of the hut, wondering if the white wolves knew this?
Hill sighed and picked up another leather bag.

Then he found that this was what White Wolf really wanted to give him.

An artifact-grade seed bag.

As soon as Hill's mental power entered, he saw endless small grids.

Which grid you put your attention on, it will show what kind of seed it is, what its use is, and how to plant it.

If Hill puts seeds in, this artifact will automatically identify the species, put it into a special small grid, and distinguish the activity of the seeds.

If a new seed is put in, Hill has to communicate with the artifact and tell him the details of the seed.

The artifact will give a preliminary planting method. When Hill grows in the outside world, if there is any problem, the artifact will find a solution according to the inherited memory.

This is an artifact of an Elven Druid.

Hill frowned and communicated carefully.

As an artifact that has been used for many years, he quickly showed that his master, the month elf druid, did not die at the hands of the wolf god.

But it was true that after being attacked, he was seriously injured, and after fleeing into the wilderness, he still did not recover.

The demigod druid may have been dead for tens of thousands of years, and apart from the bones, only the artifacts remained silent in the wilderness.

The shape of his bag is inconspicuous, and no one is interested in ordinary monsters passing by.

Except for the silver wolf who is already a demigod.

When the wolf god wandered over there, he picked up this bag.

But he didn't have much desire to plant, and after confirming that it was a seed bag, he kept throwing it in the warehouse.

Hill was really helpless, did the Goddess of Hunting know that her demigod died just like that?

At that time, gods could still come into the world, and if a demigod died, wouldn't He even look for it?
Hill suspects that at that time, even the goddess of hunting may not have fully occupied the right to speak of the moon elves.There are many moon elves who don't want him to have an overly close relationship with these foreign elves.

But after all, the goddess of hunting is the main god, and the lord of the moon elves is only at her command.

So these demigods can only leave the forest of elves.

So the person who killed him was the elf god king or someone else?

Let the moon elves completely lose the possibility of independence.

No matter whether the white wolf understands the will of the world or not, he still stayed here for 3 full days to contain the wolves who came from everywhere.

Hill didn't plan to leave the hut afterwards. Even though the white wolf commanded the wolves in the water system to wash away the bloody residue on the mountain every day, the smell of blood was still so strong that it was terrifying.

The moon on the last night seemed particularly bright.

The huge moon was almost hanging on the top of the mountain, and the squatting giant white wolf's hair turned silver under the moonlight, reflecting the faint light.

He led the pack of wolves standing on the mountain peak, howling loudly at the moon.

They are narrating the grief and desolation of the wolf clan for thousands of years, and their eternal belief in the moon god.

Hill looked at the wolves lying quietly under the moonlight, and knew in his heart that the moment the sun rose tomorrow, the wolves would set off to find their own territory.

And this place has probably been determined in Bai Lang's mind long ago.

It's just that he wanted to go all the way and take in the wolves all the way, but he didn't expect that there would be only so many high-level wolves ten thousand years later.

Hill silently waited until the first ray of sunlight lightly sprinkled on the top of the mountain, and put away his hut.

He landed lightly beside the white wolf, ignoring the wolves that were stirring and peeking at him.

The white wolf glanced at Hill, and told Hill to tighten himself up and run fast with the pack of wolves.

They headed resolutely to the north.

After running for half a day, the wolves stopped in front of a mountain several thousand meters high.The white wolf raised its left front paw and gently tore off a piece of camouflage.

The mountain in front of Hill was divided into two halves, revealing a narrow valley in the middle.

The valley was very long, and with Hill's eyesight, he could barely see the exit on the other side.

The white wolf lifted his feet and led the pack of wolves slowly into the grass several meters high.

On the hillsides on both sides, there lived a large number of vultures. They stood on a high place and looked at the pack of wolves with cold eyes.

However, there were too many wolves, and the vultures hovered for a long time, but finally they did not come down to attack.

In this world where animals are generally gigantic, these vultures can only spread their wings about 3 meters away, so it is impossible for them to be enemies of wolves.

Birds are not currently on the list of enemies of these beasts.

Flying down can only lead to death.

Birds live so long because they can fly.Presumably this is why they still maintain numbers.

To live is the lifelong pursuit of Warcraft.

On the other side of the valley, there is a prairie with lush water and grass and herbivores everywhere.

Those vultures can maintain such a large number, probably thanks to the rabbits and voles everywhere here.

The arrival of wolves frightened these timid animals. After living carefree for so long, they finally ushered in their natural enemies.

Hill followed the white wolf, looking at the vast and pure grassland, felt another kind of purity, and his mood calmed down a lot.

The cold wind blowing from the valley blew his long hair, making Hill look back in surprise.

It was probably closed all year round, and it was opened for the first time in ten thousand years. There was a strong wind in the valley, and one after another, the wind whirled into the grassland one after another.

White Wolf motioned Hill to follow him.

His dignified and solemn performance made Hill understand that this place should be the territory of the wolf god from ten thousand years ago.

Before dying with the abyss, the wolf god completely sealed off the prairie.

At that time, the wolves were the overlords all over the world, and they didn't need this hiding place at all. He might just want to leave a thought for his younger brother after a long period of isolation.

Unexpectedly, ten thousand years later, it became the only refuge of the wolf clan.

The white wolf led the pack of wolves walking step by step, and a silver light gradually rose from his body.

The silver light echoing in the distance told them that that was their destination, the eternal home of the wolves.

Hill followed quietly, a new spell emerged in his mind.

He finally embedded the wind rune into the ice storm.

In the past, this spell was cold and spinning ice and snow, but now, it is a sharp blade with teeth and claws in a tornado storm.

Hill quietly stared at the spell model in the sea of ​​spirits. It was the first time he described a mixed spell in the sea of ​​spirits.

During this time, no matter how Hill comforted himself, no matter how many benefits he got.

He is still resentful and dissatisfied. No one wants to be a tool man.

It is also because of this that Hill, who has always been gentle and difficult to awaken powerful spells, for the first time, actively awakened a forbidden spell-level attack spell.

Seeing this spell model quietly landed on his spell ring, standing between the wind element and the water element, Hill knew that as long as he returned to the territory, he could consider advanced legend.

At the same time, he also comprehended another spell, Cone of Ice: blowing a fan-shaped icy wind forward, freezing enemies within a hundred meters.

Hill, smiled slightly, he really thinks he is a very interesting person now.

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(End of this chapter)