Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 662 The Tablet of the Silver Dragon Farisonis
Above the white clouds, Hill, who released a cloud house, stopped his busy hands.

The little flower fairies who were trying to establish a good relationship with the Lily of the Valley and Windmill Jasmine released by Hill kept urging Hill to quickly set up the nest of the magic plants.

Hill smiled helplessly.

Although these magic plants can absorb the magic power in the air to survive, they still prefer more nutritious soil. Hill has to arrange two flower beds for them every time.

He finished the work quickly, opened all the isolation circles in the cloud house, and used Chapter 5 of the magic book without hesitation.

The illusion magic circle on this cloud house is made of Trasil's silver moon fragments as the magic energy. Even if it is Wojin, Hill feels that she can't find herself.

However, Hill still needs to be wary of strong men allied with Woking, such as Bane.

This kind of guy is a tyrannical faction who can sweep all the clouds in the sky even if he can't find them.

Hill really didn't expect to hear from Woking again in Ten Towns.

But in fact, it is also understandable that although the relationship between the ten northern towns and the barbarians has always been unclear, the people in the town of Bryn Shande will definitely not communicate with the barbarians.

They have always hated the barbarian rebellion back then.

Although the goal of the barbarians was not this small town, they didn't care if they hurt these useless humans when chasing the enemy.

Businessmen like Ten Towns who knew the news would rarely spread the word at the risk of offending a true god, and Tempus was not a generous god.

Besides, just because he hated Vol'jin didn't mean he would become sworn enemies with Vol'jin.

Otherwise, Woking's believers wouldn't be hiding here, they could still go to other continents!
As long as there are merchants, there will be no lack of believers for the merchant's friends.

It's just that whether this believer is a trustworthy family member or a fanatic who dares to deal with God on an equal footing depends on Wojin's luck.

Hill felt that there was no such thing as luck in this perpetually wrong-choosing goddess of fortune.

He returned to the room, felt the cool breath on the clouds in Icewind Valley, and happily started flipping through the books in his hands, especially some black stone books, the words on them were not just ancient elven script.

Some patterns mixed in it are obviously dragon language.

And a book written in dragon language, even if it is a children's story, should be a magical wonder.

But these books are completely devoid of magic.

However, although the book is made of black stone, the pattern is simple and simple, and it looks like a good thing.

So the owner of the grocery store put these books on the top of the box of tattered books. Even though they were already covered in dust, they might attract the attention of some businessmen who thought they could appreciate them.

However, Hill estimated that most people would not be able to understand it. Apart from mages who learned runes, this ancient elf language was probably only learned by scholars who studied ancient books.

Even if a few mages who pass by occasionally can understand it, they probably don't have much interest in those elves' children's pillow stories.

People who can tell that there is a problem with the pattern at a glance, either have the inheritance of the dragon, or understand the language of God.

After the writing of the giant dragon, it is somewhat similar to the language of God in some respects, so people like Hill, who rely on inheritance and barely learn it, generally can only write, and there are some problems in speaking.

But Hill is more used to using elf runes, so it doesn't matter.

He read this passage bit by bit and couldn't help laughing.

Fortunately, his pronunciation was corrected by Terry before, and Hill read out slowly: "Little dragons who study hard will sleep on a bed made of gold coins in the future."

The slate book in his hand slowly changed shape, and finally turned into black scales, which looked completely blank.

Hill recognized it, it was the black dragon scale.

Of course, he also recognized what these books were: Farisones' tablet, a secondary artifact of the transformation system.

Although it is understandable why these long-disappeared things appeared in Ten Towns, this was originally the place where the giant dragons and ancient elves used to live together when they had a good relationship.

But Hill was still a little dazed for a moment. He couldn't tell if it was his luck, or the world of Toril was trying to trick him.

He looked down at the seemingly blank scales, stroked them gently and carefully with his hands, and sure enough read those words.

Each scale has one side polished smooth while the other side retains its natural rough texture.That famous silver dragon, Farisones's, is on the smooth side, written in neat draconic language.The rougher side contains some additional notes, written in Old Elvish.

The content on these tablets describes how the dragons learn, understand and use magic. Even a little dragon who has no teaching at all, as long as they have this, combined with their own inherited knowledge, they can grow healthily and quickly.

As for the ancient elf language that follows, Hill read it once, and most of it is a commentary on dragon language magic.

After Hill read it carefully, he was notified of this artifact. Only a person who spent 10 days studying the tablet carefully could get a 20% all-system immunity against any spells or spell-like spells from real dragons.

He could feel that the original giant dragon teaching material for children was changed into a tool for dealing with giant dragons after it fell into the hands of the ancient elves.

Hill pondered for a while, and felt that the only value of this artifact for him was reference materials, so it should be just a matter of luck, which was easier for him to understand.

The Holy Grail of Amanata that I met earlier was abnormal. Hill's head went numb when he saw that thing, and he kept calling the police in his mental sea. It was a trap no matter how he looked at it.

Hill looked up at the sky outside, the sun had slowly shifted, and it was already dusk the next day.

The bumper harvest on the first day made him have unrealistic expectations for the collection of books in the Northland. Even though he knew that there was little hope, Hill still went to collect the books happily.

The grocery store owner was really capable, and Hill actually received nearly 600 books in the next two days.

It's a pity that Hill looked at it roughly a few times, but it didn't make him feel any strange.

He was a little discouraged, and greeted the evening of the third day in dismay.

Although I have been mentally prepared for a long time, there are many mages here in Ten Towns, especially those red-robed mages from Luskan. Although their character is not very good, their eyesight is not necessarily bad.Compared to the idiots raised by the black stick in the city of deep water, these red robes who are always on the verge of life and death are much stronger, and they will not miss a little chance.

But the harvest on the first day was fantastic.

Hill smiled and came to Summer's grocery store, and stopped quietly.

Waving to stop Summer who came out, Hill glanced coldly at the person hiding in the nearby bookstore. This kind of low-level illusion combined with shadow magic circle, also wanted to hide it from his eyes?
The people in the bookstore pretended to be dead without moving, and continued to hide in the shadow of the bookstore. They knew very well that they were just watching instead of showing hostility. Generally, mages of this kind of kind camp would not attack them first.

The task they received was just surveillance, and of course the other party also tried to hire them to assassinate. The Thieves Guild was originally a part-time killer.

But absolutely no one is that stupid, the news of the Thieves Union is better than the harpist.

How this guy in Silvermoon City dealt with those high-ranking thieves has spread throughout the entire Faerun Continent.

Unless there is a way to restrict his use of magic, no thief will do it, or whoever can take out a law-breaking dagger that can pierce the shield of a nine-ring mage as the first task reward, otherwise it will be considered an oracle of Mask, they They won't do anything to this archmage either.

Most of the people who joined the ranks of thieves did so to make their lives better. Who would expect any thieves to have any beliefs in life?

If there is such a thing, then it must be a silly son and silly girl in a noble family looking for excitement, either becoming a consumable hero in an epic, or dying without knowing where he died.

Hill frowned. This kind of attitude that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water is indeed a bit annoying.

With a move of his finger, he completely sealed off the circle around the bookstore, preventing outsiders from entering, and then set up a trap using invisible wind and earth magic on this circle, not even putting the roof on it. Pass.

He is indeed very good at dealing with these guys in the shadows. As long as someone steps on them, the strong wind will directly bring them down to the ground. They will not die, but it will take a long time to climb up.

These thieves always think that the mages of the good camp are easy to deal with, but except for those apprentices who have just left the magic tower and only know how to abide by the rules, a great mage like Hill has countless dishes, and they don't care. Ways to push yourself against your inner will.

But have Vol'jin's followers been reduced to hiring minions of the enemy?Musk is going to roll with laughter in the astral world, right?
Hill thoughtfully walked into the grocery store, and Summer brought his big man like a nephew to greet him with an uneasy face: "Respected Archmage, I have never leaked any information about you!"

Hill raised his right hand and pressed it down, signaling that he doesn't need to care about these things, as Hill already knew many things.

Of course the trap had been prepared long ago, otherwise even he couldn't have set it up in an instant.

He found Lily of the Valley not for Xiao Huaxian.

Although he won't set up surveillance eyeliners in all ten towns, but in Bryn Shande Town and Goertas Town, he must have already arranged the tiny bells dropped by lily of the valley.

Lily of the Valley has been by Hill's side for a long time, and the abundant natural force has given her the strength close to that of a demigod, and she no longer needs a living branch to watch and peep.

A small silver bell the size of a needle point, as long as Hill throws it at the adventurers running around, they will naturally find a safe enough place to fall.

They don't have any magic power on them, they just pass on what they heard to Lily of the Valley from time to time, and Lily of the valley needs to find clues in the messy news.

Hill was just reluctant to do it before, but enemies, who cares how they feel?
(End of this chapter)