Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 511 Hill Embraces Freedom

The undead were starting off in groups, and Hill thought they were excited.

Maybe it's because the land of ice and snow is full of ice spirits and snow monsters?It is indeed very different from the monsters they usually fight.

Especially those who fought against the King of Insects' subordinates. The evil god's subordinates had long since lost their human form. If they wanted to become his followers, they had to fuse with an insect spirit.

Although it is possible for an ordinary person to reach the top of the great knight class in an instant, in this world with so many gods, those who would give up their lives and choose to follow the King of Bugs are mostly desperate avengers.

Therefore, most of the believers of the King of Bugs hate humans very much, and the last thing they like to see is the happiness of humans.

The residents of the Kingdom of Insects are becoming less and less human, and most of them live together with the insects, basically killing one is a nest.

It may be because few people are willing to be ridden in the face by insects. Although the land of insects occupies the most resource-rich area in the south, no one bothers them.

The undead really stabbed the hornet's nest this time. Even those who are not afraid of those ugly pictures can't stand it.

The Kingdom of Winter is different, especially a kind of ice and snow goblin, although the lethality is quite strong, but it looks really good-looking.

It looks like a four-winged elf carved out of crystal, only the size of a palm, waving a small magic wand, wearing a transparent crystal dress, and flashing transparent butterfly wings, it is indeed very eye-catching.

Hill also thought it was cute, but unfortunately these goblins had no intelligence, and once they left the domain of the Winter Goddess, they would immediately dissipate.

"Sir." Liszt showed his figure, "Xue Yunfeng wants to ask you, if you are separated from the magic tower, can you still return to blue?"

Hill blinked, how could the Kingdom of Winter have the ability to consume so much of the undead, what do they want?

Moreover, the point of 'Xueyunfeng' is not to separate the magic tower, but to return to the blue. It's not that they don't know what the magic tower is for, but they just politely used a not-so-blunt statement.

"What do they want?" Hill couldn't help asking.

"I heard what they said. If the Winter Kingdom is defeated quickly, they will hold an ice sculpture competition." Liszt said as calmly as possible, "They will make the ice themselves, but they may need a large-scale replenishment in the middle .”

Hill nodded helplessly: "For the sake of my friends who have traveled thousands of miles to help me, it's okay to make an exception once in a while."

Liszt went to notify the undead, and cheers came from outside.

The undead rushed towards the Kingdom of Winter almost in high spirits, and they left no one to defend. As long as Hill did not leave the magic tower, the undead didn't think their broken camp had anything to defend.

Hill glanced at the camp outside the magic tower, and the undead had already drawn a defensive circle full of walls.

Sometimes, manpower is really an unsolvable problem.

For the same job, even if such a low-level magic circle Hill can draw one in a few minutes, it is impossible to fill such a long city wall overnight.

They have even widened the inside of the walls enough that 20 people can walk abreast.

Although it's just a simple stone wall, it's enough for defenders to stand on it, and there won't be too many enemies on Hill's side.

Although he was also put on a bounty, it was incomparable to the Stargate side.

The church of the Goddess of Gold Coins didn't spend much effort on Hill's side, but placed most of the rewards on the star gate.

Especially the reward for breaking the star gate, that is the reason why those gods are really tempted.

Hill no longer doubts who the goddess of gold coins is. Except for Vol'jin, no one in the multiverse is as rich as anyone.

Although she didn't make a move herself, she was on the verge of crossing the border, and she didn't know who gave her the courage to dare to increase her size in this world in the sight of so many powerful divine powers.

Could it be that he hid again in a place where he thought there was absolutely no problem?

What gave Woking the illusion that her own judgment was absolutely infallible?Is the ruler of the decadent life of the Abyss six-fingered Graz'zt?

If he still believes in the credit of the evil camp, Vol'jin will definitely suffer another big loss.

Maybe it was the painful fall from the middle divine power that made her lose her mind?

Hill raised his hand with the Ring of Winter and waved it lightly, and heavy snow began to fall outside.

Different from the chilling ice and snow brought by the goddess of winter, the snowflakes drawn by Hill's hand are quiet and gentle, fluttering, and will soon turn the ground trampled by the undead into a mess. A piece of white.

Just like what Hill thought, the battle in the Kingdom of Winter ended quickly, but the follow-up affairs were very troublesome.

The believers of the Goddess of Winter almost slipped all the way quickly, and the real opponents of the undead are only those ice fairies and puppets.

The rager camp relies on coercion to rule their territory, and there are not many devout believers at all.

Moreover, because of the self-isolation of the Winter Goddess, most of the people in the Kingdom of Winter are neutral and evil, and there are not many true evil believers.

After all, they believe in the goddess of winter just to live better in the ice and snow.

That person has no other ability, but can only make the entire Winter Kingdom colder and colder, and all the citizens can only rely on becoming her believers or even priestesses to survive the winter.

Her priestesses make their fortunes mainly as postmen, delivery men and errand girls in harsh winter weather.

Such a country, on the contrary, slowed down the pace of the undead. They thought they could pass the customs all the way, but they almost didn't find the Temple of the Winter Goddess, and they found their destination with the help of the locals.

When they smashed the temple, only the endless ice and snow goblins and puppets stopped them, and the human priestesses would try their best to make a pitiful few.

They are all those glowing red, and they should have committed a lot of sins.

They knew that even if they surrendered, it was useless and they would still die, so these high-ranking priestesses could only be loyal to their main god.

It is useless to run away, and even if the Winter Goddess does come back alive, they will not appreciate their practice of leaving a useful body.

The undead sent a dejected mage back to inform Hill that the ice sculpture contest would be postponed.

They just smashed the main shrine of the Winter Goddess and now they need to clean up the whole country.

If you're unlucky, it might not even be finished until spring.

Hill stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor of the magic tower, and pointed to the snowflakes falling in the sky to the mage standing on the ground: "If there is a need, I can help you at any time."

The consumption of undead mages floating in the air is much higher than that of normal mages, so they land on the ground most of the time, even at the legendary level.

They need more than 1 hour of meditation time to fully return to mana, otherwise they have to buy blue medicine, and most people are not so extravagant.

Hill has long been used to talking to undead mages on the ground, but he remembers the face of the person in front of him very clearly. This is the big boss who once bought his three alchemy huts and exquisite carriage.

The undead can spend a lot of money for pleasure, but they will care about the consumption of a bottle of blue medicine. Although it may be difficult for people in the fantasy world to understand, the undead have their own set of logic.

Hill thought of himself who used to buy furniture and clothing but not medicine, and felt that he could understand their thinking.

The decadent mage was instantly happy. He knew that since Hill had said so, he would definitely help them with the snow.

Although they can also attract ice and snow, it is a short-term spell effect. Once it stops, it will return to normal soon. It cannot make the weather cool down. Ice sculptures need more than just a period of cold.

The undead don't have the consciousness of working hard while others are playing, they just feel that it's not me who is playing there.

He happily flew into the sky, and rushed to the brigade at the fastest speed, completely forgetting that he could still use his tablet to announce the good news.

Hill suddenly laughed and went to his laboratory happily.

Alice had already found some materials for him, and he had to start working. Hill decided to make some frost protection potion first.

It looks like the undead are going to be in Winterlands for a long time.

"Why are you so happy, sir?" Liszt didn't want to understand. "Isn't it because the undead can't come back to do this ice sculpture contest? Although they made a little noise, it was very interesting!"

"Of course it's the beautiful Winter Goddess, and it's probably over now." Hill replied flatly, "Having not returned from the underground for so long can only prove that she is not strong enough or that she hasn't met that Ross yet.

But now, with the main temple gone, she has completely fallen from the throne.Even if she finds a place to die, she will not give her last bit of divine power to Ross.

That guy is not polite, useless subordinates are only good for food.

I still remember how proud the goddess of winter was that morning! "

"But, didn't the husband let her go?" Liszt couldn't understand what Hill was thinking at all.

"That can't be helped." Hill looked at his fingers, "I'm wearing the Ring of Winter, so I have to save some face for the Frost Maiden outside.

But I will still be happy that her end is so miserable! "

"Mister is becoming more and more like a real mage." Liszt said suddenly.

"Why? I thought my cleanliness didn't look like a mage at all!" Hill asked curiously.

"Mr. does things more and more as he pleases." Liszt sighed and said, "Before, I could use logical thinking to speculate on Mr.'s choice."

"Is that a warlock?"

"Warlocks are not qualified to do whatever they want, sir." Liszt replied, "Few warlocks will dismiss gods like you, even if they are false gods."

Hill was stunned for a while before finally realizing that even if a warlock reaches the legendary stage, it is difficult for a warlock to break away from the law and move forward alone.

Hill is different, he really controls the law he is in.

Even if one day the various skills bestowed on him by nature are deprived, he can still rely on the laws he has mastered to re-establish the spell cycle.

He has embraced freedom.

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