Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 639 A warm welcome from Hill

Hill showed a sinister smile, and the crystal fan fell directly into his palm.

As a gift of reunion after a long absence, Twelve Tornadoes is his heartfelt welcome ceremony.

Especially the little bastard in the middle standing on the mast.

The three tornadoes rolled directly towards the ship from three directions, and it was absolutely guaranteed that they would stand side by side, face to face, on all fours.

A ray of light quickly flew out of a ship and rushed directly towards Hill.

The diamond-shaped crystal told Hill the identity of the comer.

It seems that this artifact of the God of Time and Space has no intention of accompanying the undead into the tornado and swinging freely.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~ run~ Hill is getting angry~"

"Hill is raging mad~ Hurry up and go back to the house!"

The undead on the deck ran around, howling and rubbing salt on Hill's wounds.

The Seraphs of Corellon don't know what happened yet, but they can also feel that it's the undead's tongue that caused trouble.

Even the artifact didn't intend to take care of it, so they all flew away before the tornado hit.

Such a slow wind speed does not seem to want the lives of the undead, at most it will teach them a lesson.

Hill looked sullenly, looking at the sailboat that was turned into the air by the tornado, those undead who hadn't had time to rush into the cabin, kept colliding with their companions, and those who were unlucky would directly hit the board superior.

Even if their pain response is minimized, this kind of horizontal shot to the magic ship is enough to let them know what it means to be slapped!

The undead have always chosen dead friends, and there are many people who close the door after entering by themselves, so most of them failed to rush into the cabin.

It's just a matter of time for everyone to experience what it means to be dark, dizzy, and have a blue nose and a swollen face!

Especially the ship that was taken care of by the three tornadoes, most of them were children in shape, and they were pushed back and forth between the three tornadoes like bowling balls.

The undead were indeed screaming, but the Seraphs who landed above the port felt that these guys were not afraid, but rather happy.

Or rather excited.

They looked at it with interest for a while, and some of them simply flew in, trying to figure out why these visitors from another world could scream and be happy.

Lynn and the elf crusaders beside him glanced awkwardly at the paladins of Tyr who were standing with them at the port to welcome visitors from another world.

Although the interaction between the undead and Hill was a bit funny, it was still understandable. If they dared to play tricks, they would naturally be punished, and Hill didn't want their lives.

However, those Seraphs who rushed into the tornado themselves...

I don't know how many gods and powerful people are staring at this place now!

Not to mention the harp players who climbed to the roof to watch the excitement as soon as the singing sounded.

They glanced at the envoy standing at the top of the tower, and then suppressed the thought of stopping the angels back into their throats.

The non-stop flapping wings and tiptoes all proved that Lashriel had tried hard to suppress his impulse. At least he, as the leader, hadn't rushed in together yet!
Playing along is what this notoriously willful ghost will do.

The elf crusaders just felt a little ashamed.

Only Lin En looked at the chaos on the sea, and suddenly felt dark.

How can he manage such a person in the future?
Did Hill say that the undead have their own overseers?

When something goes wrong, can he go to the past and get a timely solution?
Lynn felt that he seemed to have misunderstood something. There was a difference between chaos and chaos. Could Corellon and Su Lun be the same thing?
Hill looked over there with a sullen face. Of course he knew that if these undead dared to make such a fuss, they must have been mentally prepared to be beaten. It might even be something discussed on their forum.

This is not an activity that can be prepared in a day or two.

But what can he do?

You can't just let them drop an experience just for a little prank.

Hill had no choice but to hope that some undead who hadn't planned to do this but were implicated would beat them up a few more times when they survived the wind.

He figured it should be fine, someone would get dizzy spinning the flywheel anyway.

Hill glanced at the rhombic crystal in front of him. This divine weapon avatar restrained the light of divinity, and the originally shining appearance dimmed a lot.

Probably because he was worried that Hill would take his anger out on him.

Hill pointed to the southeast corner: "I can't provide other help, I can't do many things here in Toril.

The forest park over there is where I prepared the residence for the undead. There is an alchemy square in the middle, and I will leave it to you.

I still have locals here, please pay more attention and control the excitement of the undead. "

The diamond-shaped crystal floated up and down a few times, and an exquisite small box appeared in midair.

Hill continued: "For me?"

The artifact jumped, and quickly turned into a beam of light and flew directly into the alchemy square.

Hill couldn't help looking up, the golden sun peacock above the clouds told Hill what the God of Time and Space was worried about.

This guy seems a little ready to move.

Lansander's curiosity came together, and Corellon couldn't do anything about it.

Not every guy who has committed a crime can still dance in front of the sufferer like him.

Corellon didn't mind killing him, if he could.

The artifact of the god of time and space must know who the guy who is eyeing him is, so he runs fast.

As long as he enters the Alchemy Plaza, he can completely assimilate that hut, and firmly bind himself and Toril's space law. Even if anyone wants to do it, it will not be so easy.

The time-space artifact really used his fastest speed, and he didn't want to sacrifice one of his clones just like that.

Really being taken away by Ransander, he really had no choice but to blew himself up!

Otherwise, if the undead and Ransander are mixed together, Toril may really blow up completely. He is here to help the God of Time and Space to gain benefits, not to send the God of Time and Space into the bottomless abyss.

That guy's whimsical idea, no matter how good it looks, turned out to be a big pit beyond redemption.

"Sill." Terry, who was standing beside him, asked thoughtfully, "So you are a bear? Is there a bear god in your world? No, the god bear...

Not right..."

"The bear of the earth, the descendant of the earth goddess Trasil, is the descendant of the world tree god." Hill interrupted the golden dragon who didn't know what he was struggling with. He didn't want to guess what Terry was thinking. will be even angrier.

Terry nodded suddenly, then lowered his head not knowing what he was thinking.

The gauze curtain of the study behind Hill moved slightly, and Hill turned his head to look at the flattering and smiling little girl.

"Papa Hill~ I really can't blame me~" Aglaia looked at him with her head lowered, with only half of her body exposed, one toe was moving uncomfortably, "They were guarding me, and what I heard was the first a song!

I really didn't hear the second one at all.

I thought it was a surprise~ so I didn't say anything.

Sorry, Papa Hill~
I really didn't think that much. "

Hill could only sigh, and gently waved away the depression in his heart: "This should be a nursery rhyme in their world, and I guess they have sung it since they were young.

They only need to change the lyrics and post them on the forum, they don't need to practice together.

Forget it!In fact, I was already mentally prepared, but I didn't expect it to be so ruthless. "

Hill believed Aglaia's words. His youngest daughter hadn't learned to read his poor old father's jokes. It might not be so if it was Alice.

Not to mention the alchemy huts of the undead, it was the lord's mansion in their family residence, Aglaia couldn't even see what happened inside.

In fact, with that "Hill's Biography", he will lose his face sooner or later, but Hill really didn't expect that on the first day the undead came, he told Toril that he, the town of Aglaia The lord is a bear.

"The other half of your blood is an elf?" Terry asked again suddenly, "Which world's elves are so crazy!"

"Terry." Lin En, who didn't know when he came up, said with a sneer, "As a dragon, how do you have the face to say such a thing?"

"Lynn!" Hill directly stopped the internal strife among his own people, "Why did you come up all of a sudden?"

"How long are you going to let them shake there?" Lynn withdrew his glaring glare at Taylor, "How should I deal with their person in charge?"

"Just go directly to the square in Forest Park, it's a clone of Trasil, the god of time and space, and it's in charge of managing the undead.

Do you remember the Salar law I showed you?The regulation of the undead will only be more than that, you know it in the past.

Let Liszt take you there.

However, you'd better go to the port first, the undead have already been sickened, so they can be put down. "

Lin En nodded and left, dragging Tai Li away by the way, so he wouldn't let this golden dragon idle around!

Hill waved off the tornado.

The magic boat dexterously avoided all the falling people in an instant, causing them to fall into the sea one by one.

Hill was a little surprised. With such a ruthless operation, the one who can't control the magic ship is also an undead, right?
The magic ship soon stopped at the port in the eyes of everyone, and the residents of the small town of Aglaia and some passers-by couldn't help but stand on the side of the road and watch.

Hill heard a very loud gasp as the undead began to wobble and jump off the boat.

Never in the history of Toril were there so many elves and half-elves.

"Hill~Hill~" A familiar voice came from below again, "Give me back Lan?"

Hill couldn't help laughing, and gently leaned on the crystal railing of the terrace, and Aglaia also floated over and sat on it, her beautiful gradient dress fluttering in the wind.

Many familiar figures on the port, they are still there.

Hill thought that there might be some familiar faces that he might not see!After all, it's been a long time.

He gently waved to the bottom, the crystal flower ring on his left hand was shining brightly, and it was the first time that the divine art 'Water of Tranquility' appeared so clearly on the continent of Toril.

(End of this chapter)