Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 638 Long-lost shame

Hill looked at Lynn with question marks all over his face, and sighed heavily.

"If it's Corellon's wish, the elves, at least the elves here in the small town of Aglea, will try their best to establish a good relationship with these foreign adventurers." Lynn said solemnly.

He thought Hill was worried about the xenophobia of the elves.

How could this be possible, the elves themselves were taken in, not to mention Corellon's divine will.

"I'm not worried about this, but I'm afraid that you will be scared." Hill showed an ambiguous smile, which made Lynn feel that something was wrong.

"Speaking of which, the leader of the Silver Shield also dealt with those adventurers." Hill said thoughtfully, "Well, you call Taylor to the mayor's mansion, and I'll let you Martha asked the group leader to go over and ask Martha and Liszt to help you popularize common sense.

It's best for all the top echelons of the Elven Crusaders to be there. For some things, it's best to know something.

Although I don't know how they feel about demons and goblins, I can tell you first that compared with this group of so-called undead adventurers, demons and goblins can be regarded as the group of orderly angels around Corellon. "

Lynn's face changed.

Of course he understood who Hill was talking about, Corellon had two envoys by his side.A Lashriel, typical mess.The other Fillerisel was a little more orderly.

Even if it is an elf of the chaotic system, it is hoped that the one who will deliver the letter is the lawful one.

According to Hill, demons and elves, a race that is naturally fond of pranks, can be regarded as angels of order compared with the undead. Lynn couldn't imagine what it would be like.

He looked at Hill who didn't want to say any more, and stood up directly: "I'll go back and wait for Liszt and Martha, Hill, you should tell me, how many can come?"

"There should be 9000 to [-] million undead in Trasil. I don't know how many people can come from Toril." Hill tried to say a more stable number.

"Ah!" Seeing Lynn who changed his face and turned to leave, Hill hurriedly said, "The woodland below me will become the residence of the undead in the future."

"Can it accommodate tens of millions of people?" Lynn asked hesitantly.

"Trasil is the world of the God of Time and Space, and there are many space-like wonders." Hill replied, "My carriage is only a primary product in Trasil."

Lynn was in a daze before slowly leaving. He recalled the increased space on the magic ship and the carriage. Such things, are they the lowest level?
Before these undead came, he already felt that the world was going to change drastically.

After hesitating for two days, Hill changed the large forest under the floating castle into an independent and connected forest park.

Open spaces of different sizes connected by small paths are waiting for their future owners.

It's just that a large space square is placed in the middle, reserved for the upcoming space artifact.

The square itself can only accommodate 20 people, but with that artifact, it will definitely expand beyond imagination.

If there are no undead in the alchemy hut, just follow the artifact.

Those undead family gangs with their own large space huts don't need any special treatment from Hill.

Only then did he care about other people in the town.

Lynn and the Elven Crusaders, who had been warned, were actively dealing with their house, and seemed to be planning to strengthen the defenses, so that people could not see the inside of the house by the way.

Hill never expected that the reactions of the elves would be like this.

He also specifically asked Liszt what he had told the group of elves, and why they thought they only needed to fix the house.

Liszt was also at a loss. He popularized the great achievements of the undead race very seriously, and the head of the Silver Shield also added some experience of being surrounded.

He really didn't understand why the elf's mind went in this direction.

Including Lynn, he also asked Martha to completely separate her residence from the place where she handled business.

Influenced by them, Terry completely hid his dragon's lair. If he wanted to enter his house, even his parents would have to go through the maze again.

Only Terry himself could teleport in directly, and he used the dimensional space door on the artifact pendant.

Although Hill didn't understand it, but to some extent, he resonated with it. Even if his floating castle flew into the air, he couldn't see everything inside.

In this world, there are very few strong people like Hill who have such a tight defense of their homeland. They absolutely don't care about showing the beauty and strength of their homeland.

It's fine as long as it's not seen in the house.

Hill's habit was indeed nurtured by the undead.

The paladins of the Silver Shield didn't react too much. Apart from their excess curiosity, they had a good impression of the undead they had come into contact with.

When the star gate was broken, many undead didn't care about their own lives, but chose to help the paladins who fell into the vortex together.

Otherwise, they would not have all survived.

After learning what the Silver Shield Knights said, Hill had only one thought.

In other words, when these undead who helped the paladins of Tyre might enter Toril, the reputation of Tyre and friendliness will appear directly on the system panel?
I don't know who has such foresight.

If they can all choose to help NPCs, there must be a leader, otherwise the reaction of the undead will not be so uniform.

Otherwise, someone will always want to see how the NPC is struggling.

Hill, who was still a little worried at first, quickly sensed the fluctuations of the Stargate's establishment in the depths of the ocean outside Deepwater City.

It's actually not far from the small town of Aglaia, and Hill suspects that Corellon specially chose the location.

It seems that AO has indeed compromised.

Aglaia, who also felt it, also checked his temple carefully, and then stayed in the castle completely, deciding not to go out unless he found the treasure of the druids in the Moon Forest.

Hill spent his last days restless and cranky.

He really missed these old friends, but he was also a little worried: that black history, this time he would definitely not be able to hide it, and the undead would only add fuel to it, and would never help him cover it up.

But all the restlessness disappeared in the morning light of the seventh day.

Hill parked his floating castle above the port, canceling all the isolation circles for the first time.

He stood on the terrace, looked at the huge white sail that appeared in the sky, and smiled softly.

As the sailboat got closer and the figures on the deck were clearly visible, Hill finally understood what the surprise Corellon was talking about.

He didn't know what he had paid, but he actually let William and the God of Time and Space open the four body templates of elves and half elves.

Looking at the long ears jumping up and down all over the deck, Hill suddenly felt a dull pain in his stomach.

Does Corellon really think that the elves of Toril are too inconsistent with the chaotic camp?

If the people of Toril really think that these are the real elves... Hill couldn't help touching his ears, and felt relieved after feeling that they were not sharp at all.

Lynn, who was standing on the port with Martha to welcome visitors from another world, also noticed these long ears as the sailboat got closer.

Although there were a lot of humans, there were absolutely a lot of elves and half-elves that he could see on the boat.

Lynn couldn't help but look at the floating castle in mid-air: Hill said that they are humans from another world, right?Liszt also didn't mention their strange elemental bodies, with elves?It's just that because they don't die, they behave insanely.

Lin En can actually understand the madness of the undead very well, just like most of the long-lived elves are chaotic, otherwise, how can they live well in a life that remains unchanged.

Only the chaos at will can find enough fun in a long life.

But compared to welcoming the humans in another world, Lynn prefers what he sees now. There are so many elves, even though these bodies are fake after being popularized by science, it still makes him laugh from the bottom of his heart.

The same goes for the elf crusaders beside him. They couldn't help but smile on their serious faces.

Ten white sailboats came in front and back with the wind and waves, and headed straight for the port of the small town of Aglaia.

Hill also found the Seraphs standing on the bow.

Corellon even sent his most powerful emissary.

Looking at their lively expressions, flapping wings, and gleaming robes, Hill can be sure that he is going to meet the long-known Lashriel.

The undead on the deck finally found Hill standing in the air. They jumped up and down and waved their hands loudly: "Ah Hill~ We want to kill you~"

"Wait, wait~ Where's our band~ Come on~ Happy~"

"Hurry up~ Hill is there! Didn't you agree to surprise him~"

A lot of chairs were immediately released on the ten large ships that were walking side by side, and the figures with various musical instruments sat down happily.Countless figures stood behind them. Looking at the strange formation, Hill suspected that they were going to sing in chorus.

A small figure jumped directly onto the mast of the big ship in the middle, holding a baton and posing.

Seeing the long-lost young master, Hill finally felt a huge panic in his heart.

"Old friend, I miss you!

I want us to sing that old song together~
old friend, i miss you~
Remember when we were drunk together~
old friend, i miss you~
I miss our initial happiness together~
Old friend, you really are here!Let's get together~"

The undead began to sing, and the lyrics turned out to be very serious, Hill slowly let go of his heart, maybe it's been a long time, they let themselves go?
Soon, however, Hill was desperate.

The music suddenly jumped out, and it was not right when I heard it.

"The seaside, under the white clouds~
There is a lost bear~
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo~
Crying and not being able to find a home!

See you, kid~
Hurry up and find the poor little bear~
Hey ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ~
Send it home! "

Hill's face sank like water, he shouldn't have any hope for these guys!
(End of this chapter)