Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 644 Abduction of Ransendall
The undead came out of the town through the east gate one after another, and it seemed that they were planning to open up wasteland.

Hill couldn't help asking Liszt: "Are they going to expand? For the undead, they don't need such a big place?"

"Corillon should have decided that those elves who don't want to go to the Isle of Evermeet will want to settle here." Liszt replied, "The town is too small.

He issued a mission to expand the small town of Aglea.But it also requires the planting of various flowers and trees.

The forest next to it had to be included, and the group of wood elf druids had already agreed.

We have all seen the construction drawings of the city, and the panoramas have been prepared. I suspect that William helped him make them, and they look familiar.

Mr. Lynn felt that he was planning to build a city of elves here.

But Corellon can do whatever he wants. Mr. Lynn said that we just need to cooperate. Anyway, Corellon pays for it himself.

Other forces would not object, even Deepwater City, which was most affected, would not be able to open their mouths.

No one on the Northern Continent can stop the father of the elves from thinking, and no one can discuss with the elves what is first come, first served. "

Hill nodded.

Anyway, he intends to be the hands-off shopkeeper, so let Corellon do whatever he wants!

He can be the city lord, but no one else can do it except him.

As for the Elf Queen on Yongju Island, Hill knew very well that if she ever returned to the mainland, it would be the day when the Supreme Forest returned to the hands of the elves.

It is impossible for her to go to other places.

Although he didn't know Lynn's ambitions, Hill also set his sights on the port.

The undead can build, but making them manage is impossible.

Hill remembered Lynn saying that his cousins ​​were all from the Navy family?

"Liszt." Hill ordered softly, "Tell Lynn that the port needs to be brought under the management of the mayor's mansion. I have built the lighthouse and port management center, and he just needs to arrange people to go in.

Since we have welcomed the undead, there must be other ships trying to stop. Our position here is actually very good, but it is more dangerous.

There is no need for many people. Most of the caravans here should still dare not come. It is estimated that most of them are elves. "

"Sir." Liszt couldn't help asking, "Does the port still have requirements for the camp?"

"Of course." Hill laughed, "I don't want to make money, the port is not intended to be open to everyone, and ships and people from the evil camp are not allowed to enter.

The time-space artifact must still only detect evil, and will not affect people from other camps. "

Liszt nodded and went to negotiate with Lynn.

In fact, the town control core of the God of Time and Space is really useful. He knows exactly what happened in the entire city, and the city owner can completely rule by doing nothing.

Of course, the city lord must at least ensure that his strength is not bad, and he must be careful about assassination.

But at least there will be far fewer backstabs in his own city.

The only problem is that the God of Time and Space will also be very clear.

It would be fine if Hill had a floating castle, but ordinary noble lords in Salar would be very troubled.

Of course, William couldn't see what was going on in their house, but William knew exactly who came to their house.

People who don't care about being known by William and who are more open-minded will enjoy this control core, and most importantly, the undead will be more controlled.

Absolute freedom and security, most people will still choose security.

Hill looked at the undead below again, they seemed to be very used to it, the first step in the new world always starts with building their own base.

Hill always felt that William did this to make the undead cherish the city a little bit.

At least most people would not like the city they built to be destroyed.

Nine out of ten undead who dare to fight will be suppressed by others.

The undead are the most powerful when they deal with themselves.

Hill blinked suddenly, and fell into deep thought: the undead here are called Trasil elves?

What is his name?
The title always brought back some uncomfortable memories for him.

Moreover, the undead have always thought that group of elves are fools!

What price did Corellon pay for the undead to admit that they were blood related to those Trassil elves?

That's why the undead said, was Corellon the one who exchanged the money?

Hill shook his head and pulled back his thoughts, he would know sooner or later.

He walked back to the desk and sat down, glanced at the various seeds in the box, and after flipping through them, he knew what was in his mind.

Quinn's plants are not, as Alice said, perfectly fine.

The will of the world in this world is chaotic, so even though many plants look similar, they are completely different from each other.

They have grown randomly according to the outside environment since the seeds germinated, and their genes are not stable at all.

Hill pondered for a while, from the looks of these seeds: Quince probably even the earth is unstable.

It does not refer to the crust or the like, in that case, life cannot be born in that world, but refers to the land.

Probably it is fertile soil today and desert tomorrow.

Coupled with the ever-changing weather, it is indeed difficult to survive.

But at the same time, these plants are also very tenacious and can adapt to most environments.

However, it is also impossible for such creatures as treants and dryads to appear, and all their wills insist on how to live.

The seeds of Quinns' world contain very strong vitality, and Hill already understands why life can survive in that chaotic world.

It is likely that one strawberry is all that a person needs to survive for a day.

Hill wanted to see what the plants would look like once stable genetics had been established.

He took out a new semi-artifact seed bag, put half of the seeds in these small bags into it, and then only had to wait for a while before Hill could get the results of the analysis.

However, it is best not to put the ones from different worlds together, otherwise, the optimization function of the seed bag will be easily disturbed.

If this kind of vitality can be maintained but the genetic stability is stable, then Hill will get something very remarkable.

Just like the legendary fruit of life.

Hill was a little excited.

The remaining half was sealed by the spirit of the oak tree in the pendant.No matter what kind of seed, Hill will keep the most original part.

Hill took out the boxes of gems at the bottom of the box, and they were indeed strangely beautiful.

The insides of these gemstones seem to be flowing, and they all carry a kind of vitality.

The most basic ability is to keep people young.

Like Alice said, this is indeed something the Queen would collect like crazy.

Even for Alice herself, there is no other use besides being good-looking.

Hill put away most of the gemstones, leaving only a brilliant golden gemstone with a liquid flowing inside, which is very similar to the fire of the sun.

He walked out of the terrace and waved to the peacock who was still watching curiously above the clouds: "Dear Lord of Dawn, would you like to come down for a glass of wine?"

The golden peacock shook its feathers, and quickly glides down, in exchange for the undead girl's frantic screams.

Even many who had already worked in the wilderness came back. This kind of golden peacock seemed to really attract the attention of girls.

Lansander proudly circled the town in mid-air, showing off his beautiful feathers before landing on the terrace.

Liszt has already prepared the wine, and beside the transparent crystal glass, the golden gemstones are even more dazzling.

Ransander's attention was indeed attracted: "Hill! What kind of gem is this? Is it from your world?"

"It's a small world called Quinns." Hill replied with a smile, "Corillon knows where it is, but you shouldn't be able to pass through his stargate, right?"

"Corillon..." The beautiful big wings spread, and Lansander lay down on the table deflatedly, staring at the golden gemstone, "He hasn't spoken to me for centuries."

"Myth Drano is completely destroyed this time. Is your Tower of the Sun okay?" Hill asked puzzled.

How could Lansander come to him to watch the excitement when he was so free? Could it be that his tower was not destroyed?
"Ah! It collapsed together." Ransander said indifferently, "It's okay, my believers are very good at rebuilding."

"Is there still a need to rebuild there?" Lansander used to like the city of Myth Drannor, but now he can't even talk about the ruins.

"I have it if I like it." Ransander said absent-mindedly, "the mythos over there are still there, I want to study it carefully. The mythos of Myth Drannor are much more powerful than yours here, and can directly kill a floating city !

My believers have found the energy source of the floating city, and it has been directly drained.

Hill, that thing could support a floating city for tens of thousands of years, yet it was directly killed by Mysuo!
How did you do it!It's a pity that Mythrian ignored me.

I'm really, really curious. "

Hill was silent. He was a little embarrassed at first, but now he felt that if Lansander's attention was really diverted to Quince by him, Toril's World Will would have to thank him.

Mythrien has been cheated by you, leaving only one remnant soul, how dare you ask him about the principle of Mysia?
Although he didn't directly die in the Disaster of Dawn, if most of the believers hadn't disappeared, Mythrien wouldn't have fallen like that later.

Really got this guy away, and Hill felt that he had a lot of merit.

If Toril also pays attention to the merits of heaven, the sea of ​​waterfalls will fall from his head!

"Why is the inside of this gem unstable?" Lansander still couldn't hold back, and pulled a gem to his head with his wings.

"I don't know." Hill said with a smile, "but the person who gave me this told me that the world of Quince is unstable, and even the earth and air are changing at any time."

Ransander was really interested: "Are there no gods there?"

Hill smiled and said, "I don't know that. But the new Trassil elves are adventurers."

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