Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 559 After the extreme winter, secret surging
After Lynn's visit this time, Hill finally felt what a real cold winter was.

The reason why Lynn had the cheek to ask Hill for a fruit feast was not only that he knew that the mage must have a lot of stock in his hand, but also because it was impossible for him to leave the tavern after the extremely cold weather came.

Many single adventurers will choose to live in taverns in winter, they don't want to be locked in a small dark house alone, burning firewood in a daze.

Moreover, there are always some people, it is no problem to ask them to cut people with a knife, but asking them to calculate how much firewood they need to cut to survive a cold winter is like killing them.

These adventurers would rather save a sum of money and send it to Lynn.

But at the same time, Lynn didn't dare to leave the tavern casually. Adventurers, even if they are not from the evil camp, are not good things.

Without enough deterrence, the tavern can turn them into a magic cave, and Lynn will not let his place become a stronghold of evil forces.

No matter where Lynn got the news, on the second day after he left Hill satisfied, the outside temperature dropped sharply, and heavy snow fell almost impenetrably.

The town of Cuelva fell into complete silence, and Hill also received the last part of Master Hughes' books and his simple letter of apology. Within 45 days, Master Hughes would no longer be able to copy books for Hill.

Hill calculated and understood why Hughes had to go out in such a heavy snowstorm. Hill gave him a few gold bars one after another, and today's books almost completed all the orders.

Although full of desire for money, Master Hughes will not violate the law of equivalent exchange.

It's just that sometimes, if you don't know the real value of something, then his equivalent exchange will not be so honest. Of course, if you don't understand, it is actually equivalent. He exchanged his knowledge for your ignorance.

What really made Hill feel that winter in the north was terrible was that the forest array he summoned was actually affected by the weather.

This is a real projection, which is several times stronger than the local plants in terms of bearing capacity, but it may be that the dimensional space they were in before has never been so cold. Even if it does not affect their bodies, these giant trees have fallen into a deep sleep.

The reason why the maze is safe is because these big trees are constantly monitoring everything around them, and their deep sleep makes the maze suddenly lose half of its power.

Perhaps as Lynn said, no one would come out to make trouble at this time, but Hill was still a little worried.

But after thinking about a lot of ways, Martha might have to be the host, and Hill didn't want his Taling to waste so much energy every day in the deserted snow, waiting for enemies that might never appear.

In the end, Hill reluctantly tried the water-type mythal lock, but he didn't expect it to be successful. Sure enough, ice is water.

The snow was getting bigger and denser, and it merged with the ice fog floating in the air.

Hill would look outside the maze every day, wondering if anyone would help him test the power of the maze.

But it seems that the visitors in the shadows can't bear this harsh environment, or they can't hide their existence in this environment?

Hill's labyrinth has been very quiet, like the town of Cuelva, there is no movement except for the sound of the snow.

Although it is in the dimensional space, it is not completely immune to the influence of the outside world. On the narrow coast outside the villa, a thin layer of ice has formed in the ocean, and the beach has also become a natural slide.

Aglaia liked this icy and snowy environment very much. Every day, she rushed out to break the ice cap that had just formed in the early morning, looking for her train of thought in the ice-water mixture.

She has been practicing very hard, trying to close her own spells into a circle, or even form a mystical lock.

Hill was half lying on his couch, lazily looking at Aglaia who was struggling, drinking fruit wine, and occasionally looking up at the long catalog of spells hanging in the middle of the study, feeling like Return to the Magic Tower in Trassil.

At that time, he was sitting on the terrace outside the study, eating breakfast with Aglaia's daily fun of fighting wits and courage with the undead, living a happy and comfortable life.

During the period of leaving Trasil, even in a safe place, Hill will always live in fear.

After all, safety is only relative. In the face of the unknown world, no one can be 100% assured.

On the contrary, after arriving in Faerun, Hill will not worry about his own safety. He has countless ways to escape.

No matter how violent the disturbance was, at least the land of Faerun was not so easily blown to pieces or slipped into the bottomless abyss.

And Hill also knew what the imminent danger was.

Although for ordinary people or even low-level professionals, encountering any dragon is a disaster, but it is not enough to put Hill in any danger.

He didn't want to come to Faerun at the time, he just didn't want to see the devastated world, and it wasn't suitable for him to travel around.

Hill doesn't know what other people will choose when they come to the world where Faerun is located, but he will definitely travel all over Faerun and then go to the other continents in the world of Toril to have a look.

Especially the strange Eastern Continent, he wanted to know if there was a heaven in the world where various gods manifested, and what kind of dragon was the Eastern Dragon.

If you have something to do, in fact, winter passes quickly.

When Hill found that Aglaia's daily ice-breaking activities could no longer be carried out, the almost frozen ice fog outside also began to slowly melt into smoke.

Under the sun, the feeling of a little gasification in the snow looks like a fairyland.

Even Aglaia, who was annoyed that the spell ring had not been completed, couldn't help but gather at the entrance of the dimensional space, leaning on the door and looking out, even unwilling to look at the light screen in the hall.

On the day when the vaporized ice fog completely turned into water mist, Aglaia plunged headlong into the sea water. She already had a little inspiration, and what she needed now was to integrate her thoughts.

Sea water is the source of her strength, no matter which world it is from.

In the small town of Cuerva outside, people began to walk around.

Although it is still cold winter, for professionals, it is already possible to walk out of the house wearing a leather jacket.

It's just that I can't go to the wilderness yet. After all, no matter how thick the leather jacket is, it's not my own skin, and my movements are still restricted. I can't even bend my arms to draw a bow.

After being a cat for more than a month, even those who are not so pious will choose to go to their own temple to have a look.

For the first time so many people appeared in front of Hill's door.

The people in the small town are already very aware of the scope of Hill's labyrinth. Even if they pass by in twos and threes, they will point to it, but no one intends to try to see if Hill's labyrinth is not affected by the extreme winter. .

But Hill heard they were betting Hill again.

Two-thirds of the people felt that the current labyrinth must be at its weakest.

No matter what kind of tree it is, once it enters dormancy, it will definitely wait until the warmth of spring before waking up, unless it is forced to wake up.

But these people didn't think that a natural mage with elven blood would do such a thing that hurt the tree.

Every awakening that violates the laws of nature will shorten the lifespan of these trees by a large margin, and even most of the awakened trees will no longer be able to become treants.

Hill certainly wouldn't do that.

Lynn also thinks that Hill won't, but he also knows that in Faerun, no matter where people are, what they hate the most is that there is a powerful presence around them who cannot see their strength clearly.

He forcefully drove out those guys who were squatting in his tavern for the cold winter. The coldest winter has passed, and these people can't die even if they sleep on the street, not to mention that everyone actually has their own house.

It is very easy to settle here in Cuerva, and there is no mayor who makes money, so you can choose an open space in the town for almost 5 gold coins to live in.

What is needed here is combat power, and no one expects to make much money from these guys.

Whether it's a temple or a library, the most important task is actually defense, so whether it's priests or mages who come here, they all have relatively good combat effectiveness, but they are weaker in other aspects.

Otherwise, the priests of the three temples would not have any interest in preaching.

Lynn took an inventory of his supplies, cleaned up the house, and hurried to Hill to have a look.

He knew that Hill lived in the dimensional space, so it stands to reason that nothing would go wrong.

But there can be a dimensional space that lasts for so long, and the top of Hill's head is already covered with golden light. If you are not a super rich person, you can't do this kind of thing at all.

Just like Hughes, he also knew that it would be more comfortable to live in the dimensional space in winter, but he would never do that, otherwise he would not be able to live in a mansion, but he could also get a hut.

Hughes doesn't even know how to use the magic circle that brings warmth, and would rather choose to burn wood for warmth like ordinary people.

Of course, it may also be because he has no other skills other than copying some scrolls.

Unlike a natural mage like Hill, who can easily find a way to make money, at least Hill must be able to make alchemy and medicine, which is the housekeeping skill of a natural mage.

Lynn stepped hard on the snow on the ground and walked to the entrance of the maze.

Those slackers would rather step on a deep hole than dig a way out!
Lynn really wants to do it himself sometimes, but he also wants the sheriff's face.

Moreover, the road that has been dug once may have to be dug for a lifetime in the future, and he is absolutely unwilling.

He looked up at Melika's temple. Only the priest of this goddess can command those rangers, and he doesn't know if he can come with a priest who is willing to deal with people.

Not to mention the idiot who joined the Dragon Worship Cult in front, even the one in front doesn't like to meddle in other people's business.

But that one is actually a druid, and it's normal to prefer nature.

Melika's church doesn't really have any organization, and it's up to voluntary to send people anywhere. The diocese here is already very mature, so it's no wonder there are no pastors who are willing to communicate with people.

But isn't this caused by the Dragon Sect?
Lin En gave up thinking for a while, looked up and laughed: "Long time no see, Martha. Why is there so much fog here?"

　Update on time~
　
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