Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 542 The Ming Deer Tavern in the small town of Cuerva

Hill knew that what he needed now was a map.

Then try to find a way to go to the seaside. Since Aglaia, the avatar, followed him to Faerun, he couldn't come here in vain.

Maybe he can establish the name of God before this clone dissipates!

Bullying other gods Hill is still a bit worrying, but the goddess of the sea, Hill feels that he can handle it.

Hill chatted with Dashu one after another, only to get bad news in the end.

This is a very cold mountain range, and the winter lasts for a long time. Even such tall trees can only stay awake for half a year.

And there are dragons.

Although the big tree can't tell the color, at least it can be sure that there are more than one.

In the very cold northern mountains with dragon lairs, Hill sighed softly. He couldn't be in the Nether Mountains, could he?
He cheered up and asked Dashu carefully, and finally determined his location.

Although he landed near the dragon's lair, these blue dragons had just fought and lost many of their men. There were no hobgoblins patrolling in the fringe area where Hill was.

Hill remembered this family of blue dragons called 'Moremi's Blood'.

This is the largest dragon lair near the Silver Moon Alliance, originally there were six blue dragons.

He remembered that it was two young couples who killed his own father and drove his mother away.

It seems that he also fought with followers of the abuse goddess Lovita for some reason.

Of course, the most important reason that Hill will remember these dragons is that they created the draconic hobgoblins.

Boring people always focus on such subtleties.

It has left some benefits for the current self, at least Hill can confirm his position, now, as long as he goes south, he can reach the Silver Moon Alliance.

It seems that their battle with Lauvita's monastery is over, but it has created a lot of convenience for Hill.

While not afraid of the dragons, Hill doesn't like trouble.

After confirming the direction, he bid farewell to the big tree that helped him, and after delivering the gift, he ran towards the south without looking back.

In Faerun, what place is more suitable for Hill than Silvermoon City?
As a result of the blue dragon's madness here, Hill also remembered that it was directed at the orcs.

And Silvermoon City is almost a paradise for mages, of course, you have to be rich.

If you don't have money, you can only count on your talents to be outstanding. The supreme lady Alastair likes to help talented young people very much.

Although Hill didn't have Faerun's money, he brought a lot of relatively pure gold bars.

As long as he thinks of the knowledge that can be bought with money, he jumps excitedly between the branches.

When he moved, Hill could feel the faint coercion of the dragon clan.

Hill had no sense of any danger at all.

Ordinary dragons really had no pressure on him, and even the spiritual sense didn't issue any warnings.

Sure enough, as soon as he got started, he met the ancient red dragon and two dragon kings, which made him misjudge the dragon clan.

Hill quickly left the Blue Dragon's territory and bypassed the Fortress of Destruction.

He still couldn't help but look at it, but it's still ordinary hobgoblins standing guard here.

Finally confirming the hobgoblin's height, Hill looked back in the direction of the cave in puzzlement.

Although I have heard that dragons are a thing, as long as they are female, the gap is too big, right?
Hill spread his wings of wind and thunder and flew into the sky, looking around.

The place where he came out was the edge of the desert, so he should have flown westward.

Sure enough, he didn't fly for long before he saw the first small town.

Hill, who didn't want to stop at first, saw a large number of half-elves in the town below, and he couldn't help but fell straight down.

It's very close to the highest forest, so maybe we can hear some news.

However, before falling down, the crystal flower coat must be converted into a traditional mage robe, the undead type, although it is convenient to move, it is too abrupt here.

Hill only hoped that those gods of love and beauty had seen too much of the undead girl's refreshing robes and beautiful skirts, and they could spread the word after they came back, otherwise Hill would not be used to this kind of spacious robe.

People in the Silver Moon Alliance have long been used to mages flying around, and not many people expressed curiosity about Hill's appearance.

Of course, the attitude of respect is always there.

Fei Lun's legal profession has not yet suffered a blow, and he is still a master of law now!

Hill strolled in this small town called Cuelva, and observed those relatively high-level professionals. They seemed to like to go to a tavern.

Hill felt the friendly and peaceful atmosphere of this forest town, and couldn't help but also walked into the lively Minglu Tavern.

"Hey, outsider, do you want a drink?" Hill got a cheerful greeting as soon as he walked in.

"I only drink fruit wine." Hill replied casually, and quickly sat down at the last empty table.

Here are all professionals who are mainly rangers, and no one will make fun of him for not drinking hard alcohol.

However, there was still a loud bang in the tavern, and many people stomped their feet and raised their glasses.

"Haha! Let me tell you, if you look like this, you must be a half-elf!" A half-elf wearing elf leather armor shouted cheerfully, "Whoever loses the bet should consciously pay!"

"He didn't admit it again! It's not normal for a mage to speak Elven language!" A human warrior shouted dissatisfied.

"Don't struggle, Tyne, his language is the typical golden elf language, which is not what the mage learned." The bartender who asked Hill at the beginning brought a glass of pure golden wine to Hill with a tray.

"Dear mage, please forgive us for being bored. Summer is coming to an end soon, and after the heavy snow blocks the mountains, we will pass the year safely again.

They're all a little overexcited. The bartender smiled and spoke to Hill in Elvish, "Did you just leave the forest, sir?"Not sure how your lingua franca is? "

Hill blinked and replied slowly, "Not bad. Anything to eat?" He changed to Common Tongue himself.

"Your way of speaking is too classic." The bartender shook his head, "It's okay to communicate with mages, but ordinary people may sound a bit difficult.

The elders of your family have probably not been out for a long time, right?I remember this was a favorite term in the Nether days. "

Hill nodded silently: According to the time calculation on Faerun's side, the elves and god kings seem to be old antiques a long time ago.

"Are you planning to go to Silvermoon City?" the bartender said heartily, "Wait a minute, I'll go get you one of our most famous signature meals here."

"Please call me Hill." Hill thought for a while, then smiled and said to the friendly bartender.

"I'm Lynn." The bartender who was about to walk to the bar replied loudly, "It's a chant!"

Believers of the God of Singing Myril!
It appears that this is a bard for a part-time priest.

Soon, Lynn came out holding a large iron plate: on the left were two seafood hot dogs, which were mixed with seafood and cheese sauce and stuffed into hot dog buns.

In the middle are salted lamb chops stacked into hills.

On the right are sausages and several large meatballs.Underneath the sausage was a generous amount of mashed potatoes.

"Try it!" Lynn put the big iron plate in front of Hill at once, "This is our family's signature meal! It doesn't even exist in Silvermoon City! Many people come from afar for this!"

A loud laugh came from the side: "Lynn! You've blown too much! One day the chef from Silvermoon City will come to your door and you will be finished!"

Hill laughed and pointed to the seat opposite: "Come talk with me! It's my first time here, and I really don't know anything. You can order what you want, and I'll treat you."

Lynn nodded in satisfaction, and went back to make himself a glass of wine.

Hill could feel that what he was holding was not some expensive wine, after all, many rangers sitting around were drinking this.

"This is Aquavit." Lynn said to Hill with a smile, "It's too cold in the north! You'll get used to drinking this kind of liquor after a long time. You're not used to it yet, don't drink it even if others encourage you! It's so intense that even those dwarves can be knocked down."

Hill couldn't help shaking his head and smiling: "I'm a mage, it's impossible for me to drink strong alcohol."

Then there was another maniacal laugh all around, and someone even whistled and stomped their feet.

Hill was a little baffled, mages were not supposed to drink alcohol!It's the same in any world, right?

"They're not laughing at you." Lin En sighed, "You seem to be an academic, you don't know what a wild mage is like, they say you can't even cast fire magic without drinking.

They were happy that they would go out on patrol with the mage next time, so they could ridicule those guys. "

Hill blinked, not knowing what to say.

It's normal for mages to drink secretly, but it's too depraved to drink to the point where even rangers look down on them.

"Mage, why did you come in?" The half-elf who went around and collected the money jumped over, "Those guys are bought for people to drink, and they never sit in."

"But this is a place to drink and eat." Hill said lightly, "Of course I come in to eat when I'm hungry."

"Hey~" the half-elf laughed, "Don't be angry~ It's rare that a mage is willing to enter the place where the ranger warrior stays. Didn't your elders say anything?"

Hill looked up at him: "The nobility of a mage lies in his heart, not in who he sits with and eats."

He showed a sharp smile, and gathered a cloud of thunder on his fingers: "The truth is within the range, isn't it?"

The half-elf backed away with a smirk: "Sorry, sorry! I won't disturb your chat."

"Can you put that thing away?" Lynn stood beside him holding his glass, not daring to sit down, "I always feel like it's going to blow up in my face!

Your mage level must be very high. "

Hill nodded reservedly: "Not bad."

He picked up the knife and fork and began to eat slowly. The elegant posture made Lin En couldn't help sighing: "Did you grow up with a full elf education?"

"No, my father's lineage is noble." Hill swallowed a mouthful of sausage before answering, "Is this venison? It tastes really good."

"That's right, our specialty here." Lin En replied with a smile, "If you like it, buy more. The ones in Silvermoon City are full of spices, and the meat smell is gone."

Hill thought for a while before asking, "Can I make a circle?"

Ask for a monthly ticket~
　Rolling around and begging for tickets~
　
(End of this chapter)