Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 554 Weaknesses of the Forest Array
Hill looked at the thieves frantically fleeing in the light screen with leaf-shaped sharp blades flying all over the sky.

This is the wood-type ultimate move that will not appear until the second stage of the maze is opened.

Hill will never do everything right from the start. Even if there will be terrible ground thorns in the first stage, if someone enters by mistake, as soon as he finds something wrong, he will try his best to flee to the door. In fact, there is still a half chance of avoiding it.

It is completely possible to wait until the puppet in the forest formation judges whether he has entered by mistake or is a plotter.

But in today's situation, the puppet will not appear at all, and the safety point at the exit will naturally not be opened.

The labyrinth has naturally transitioned to the second stage, a complete ban.

These magic leaves fired at the same time are like completely blocking the machine guns shooting up, down, left, and right, and they will be released automatically every 5 minutes.

Coupled with the ground stab technique that has become faster again.

The few thieves who entered at the beginning have all been wiped out.

In the end, only the thick-skinned blue dragon hobgoblin and the unusually flexible dwarf thief remained.

Hill and Lynn's attention was all focused on the thief, this is not a professional that can be hired by a business.

"I don't know who it is?" Lin En muttered, "Don't be that Dark Sun again. Cuerva is so weak that he can't support that person's calculations."

"If this dwarf is more likely to be another one?" Hill couldn't help asking.

While not mortally wounded, the rogue's black coat had been tattered, revealing brightly colored underwear underneath.

Although Cyric, the Prince of Lies, has many thieves under his wing, his preferences are relatively normal. Silver-black and purple-black are both visions that an evil god should have.

Only Mask, the god of thieves, loves this bright color very much.

While the two love to play tricks, it's clear Lynn is only worried about the Prince of Lies nicknamed Dark Sun.

After all, Mask has many conspiracies, but most of them are his own.

It seems that people in Faerun are also very familiar with his characteristics.

"That person!" Lynn said indifferently, "Then his goal cannot be a small town with little money like ours, Silvermoon City is their true love.

He ran in so actively, maybe he wanted to come in to see if he could steal something good from you. "

Hill felt the same way, so he increased the strength of the maze without hesitation.

After all, it was already the climax of the moon, and the night was turned into dawn by the snow reflecting the moonlight. He already felt that people were about to enter the maze again.

Hill stretched out his hand and directly transformed the snowflakes into endless icicles.

For future residences, the elemental elves should be allowed to take action at this stage.

Hill casually watched as the dwarf thief was under attack from three sides, and was impaled through the chest in a moment of inadvertence. His small body struggled on the top of the thorn for a few minutes, and then stopped moving.

"Hill, is that guy dead?" Lynn observed carefully for a while, but still couldn't judge.

"No." Hill said with a sneer, "playing dead!"

"This is the one favored by the gods! Do you want to continue to attack?" Lin En frowned, "If he doesn't want to trouble you anymore, it's best to let him go."

Hill nodded: "I see, it's an obvious shadow power, I'm not interested in being involved in this kind of godly struggle.

This guy is pretending to be dead.

With this level of suspended animation, unless I set him on fire, it is impossible for him to wake up in at least seven days.

so interesting~
Obviously, I'm not here for their mission. Is he doing his own private work? "

"Mask's people, private work is their daily routine, right? God's mission is incidental." Lynn said without hesitation.

Lynn and Hill looked at each other, and they both understood what Hill was talking about. Mask, the god of thieves, is just a bastard who pretends to be dead when he gets into trouble, and he always does things in a mess. If there is something you want to steal, even The original overall design may be directly overturned.

And this subordinate of his behaved exactly like his own main god.

The blue dragon hobgoblin lasted a little longer, even though he was covered in injuries.

"Hill, this should be the second generation?" Lynn asked with a frown as he looked at the goblin's blood on the ground.

"Yes, the blood that flows down is no longer dragon blood." Hill replied knowingly, "It won't be like the first generation, where it will be hunted down when it comes out.

If you want to extract dragon blood from the second generation, you basically have to kill a family.

But if you do that, it's no different from directly confronting the blue dragons. It doesn't matter how many people die, but if the whole clan is wiped out, the four blue dragons will definitely take revenge. "

Lynn glanced at it, and said with a little regret: "Then you still want to kill him?"

"Sure!" Hill replied without hesitation, "Why do you think he suddenly came to see my maze? It's not because he wants to exercise his sense of direction."

"How did the blue dragon know that you are rich?" Lin En muttered, turning his head to the next door, "What is that guy doing? Are you driving those hobgoblins away?"

"Using thorns to trap those blue dragon hobgoblins is quite interesting, but a generation went there." Hill smiled lightly, "Those tree spirits were trapped without attacking at all. hobgoblins."

"Tsk." Lynn sighed impatiently, "The one next door, because the temple doesn't have any organization, sometimes it doesn't have much cohesion.

There will always be people who are attracted by the powerful atmosphere outside and lose their minds.

However, he is definitely not a member of the blue dragon. The blue dragon family in the Nether Mountains does not have that IQ.

But he can collude with the five-color dragon, isn't he a member of the Dragon Worship Sect?
I'm going to the temple early tomorrow morning! "

Lynn's expression became very serious.

The lunatics of the Dragon Worship Cult do great harm to ordinary people, including low-level professionals.

If one is not careful, the whole of Cuerva will be completely destroyed.

"Maybe you can take a shower first?" Hill glanced at the hobgoblin who was about to reach his limit, and asked Lynn who ate another roast chicken.

Lynn looked at Hill strangely, and then looked at his clothes suddenly.

Seeing Lynn's changing expression, Hill sighed regretfully.

It's a prank to have a clean elf walking down the street in dirty clothes, just laugh it off.

But it is bad for a believer to enter the temple of his main god with disheveled clothes.

Although Lynn would likely take care of himself before entering the temple, Hill couldn't help but say something.

Lynn hesitated for a moment.

It stands to reason that he should go home and change his clothes before going directly to the temple.

But it's okay if he didn't find the oily spots, and he really didn't want to wear this dirty clothes to the street.

Many people must be secretly paying attention to the things in the labyrinth.

"Lend me a place to take a shower." Lin En made a decisive decision, and before it was 12 o'clock, he could transfer a cleaning technique.

Martha appeared immediately and took Lynn to the guest room.

Hill laughed and looked at the dead hobgoblin in the light screen.

This guy is really powerful, Hill thought to himself, his dense forest star attack spell combined with the forest formation, the attack power is almost as strong as that of a heavy machine gun.

In Trasil back then, even high-level demons could be directly shot to death.

Although Hill suppressed the level of the maze summoned here a little, it is definitely much stronger than that at that time.

But to deal with a blue dragon hobgoblin, it took almost four rounds of shooting, ground thorns and Hill's ice spear to kill him successfully.

That's right, after Hill found out that Leaf Blade's attack was not so easy, he directly converted the falling icicles into a stronger ice spear, which forced the hobgoblin of blue dragon blood to death.

This is only the second generation.

Hill finally discovered the weakness of this labyrinth circle. It is no problem to deal with low-level ones, but if the individual ability is too strong, Hill has to take action or summon the elemental spirit.

He couldn't help sighing, no wonder his magic book didn't become an artifact rank even with such a powerful spell.

Hill thought it could become a secondary artifact!
He thought for a while, and felt that the attack power was still a bit weak. In the next round of spells, single-target attacks should be considered.

Hill looked coldly at the few thieves who squeezed in again to die. The second stage of the maze hadn't gone down and changed back to the first stage.

He glanced at the Priest Melikai who might be the Dragon Cult. He was still pretending to be fighting the blue dragon hobgoblin there.

Moreover, it may feel that after a long time, no one will pay attention to him, and it has become more and more fake.

Those dryads gave up even fleeing to watch, but scattered into a group in the distance, seemingly nothing, but Hill did not let down his vigilance.

Sure enough, those tree spirits were actually scattered in fixed locations, and there were one or more tree spirits near them.

The winter has come, and the tree people have fallen into a deep sleep, completely unaware of what their neighbors are doing.

Hill finally remembered that before the wrong priest came to Cuerva to take over, the original priest or druid also wanted to wake up the tree man or dryad.

And that one, obviously prefers Ents.

Hill frowned, pulled his vision a little further, and finally found the focus of the two parties: the highest forest.

Although Melika's people put some effort into the Supreme Forest, they were more focused on defending the desert.

The treants with stronger attack power are all over there.

Here in the highest forest are all the cypress trees that are unwilling to move even if they are awakened, mixed with some pine trees and oak trees.

But the person suspected of worshiping the Dragon Cult put most of his energy into the highest forest.

Hill didn't pay attention to those dead and alive thieves anymore, but turned to Lynn who came downstairs and said, "That location is so close to the highest forest!"

Lin En raised his eyebrows, turned his head to look at the thieves who were no longer threatening on the light screen, and said with a smile: "The pastor of Melika had a good relationship with an elder in the forest. What agreement.

As for the other one, my lord will let you know. "

When Hill sent Lynn away, he was still thinking, the singer is too easy to talk!

(End of this chapter)