Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 844 The Temple of Heim, which needs to be set before leaving
Hill slowly flew towards the city of Aglea along that main road.

When passing by Long Saddle Town, he couldn't help taking a look: that Kelben's friend, Marco Harbell's Tower of Evening Twilight can only always appear on the edge of the Neverwinter Forest under the current situation .

The waves caused by the slow-flying Pulvi under the clouds alarmed the guards of the tower: a griffin flew around the tower a few times and finally stopped at the top of the tower, stretching its neck and looking up, it seemed that it was not Going to fly up to see it.

It seems that this griffin also knows what the appearance of the alien whale means, otherwise this grumpy creature would not be so polite to flying creatures passing by... Relying on the magic tower controlled by a level 20 archmage, it certainly would not Will be afraid of any dragon.

Therefore, the reputation of this griffin has never been very good. Its character like a fighting cock is well-known far and wide. To be so honest, it is estimated that the great mage Harbell has repeatedly claimed the identity of Pulvi.

Hill glanced at the well-known magic tower lightly, turned his head noncommittally, and didn't plan to do anything more, and the weird castle group on the hillside on the west side also made him lose interest.

If the Hubbell Castle he had seen in illustrations of various game novels was still a bit of a mystery of a large medieval castle... the real Hubbell Family Castle didn't interest him much at all, it was actually surrounded by countless towers A five-story stone castle in the middle is a weird-looking building complex... and it looks dilapidated. Whether it is the castle or the tower, people can see the traces of repairs many times.

On the contrary, there are some blue and white buildings at the bottom of the hillside, which are normal, but they are only three-story garden mansions, and they are not closely connected. The distance between each building is at least 200 meters.

Then there is the small town at the foot of the mountain, which is no different from most towns in Faerun mainland, and there is no trace of a mage town at all.

Hill couldn't help but smiled, and told Pulver to return directly to the territory.

He might as well go back and fix the road.

He really thinks too much, as long as he is an official mage, he will not be willing to stay with others: Archmage Marco, who can protect himself, will go to the forest ten kilometers away from his family to build a magic tower. Huddle together to keep warm, but at least give yourself an independent space.

Chang'an Town is the territory of their Harbell family, and their mages are not so many that this hill can't accommodate them. Of course, they can live in a very spacious place.

As long as they are middle-level mages, they will not be too poor. It doesn't cost much to find a place to build a tower by themselves... Hill thinks that what they need more is to be careful not to be bombed into their tower by the neighbors next door.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with the mage of the Harbell family choosing to live in the tower, not to mention adapting to the structure of the magic tower first... This can also save a lot of space and damage to the neighbors next door.

The dilapidated towers that have been restored countless times can attest to this choice.

Hill saw the traces of time there... Although the edge towers also have traces of restoration, they are obviously decorated... But the further you go in, the uglier the towers are, with pieces of different shades and even the edges The rough stones make it easy to see the owner's impatience.

Hill had forgotten that when mud is turned into stone in this world, what is converted is the most common stone. If the defense circle is not strong enough, it is quite normal to have to replenish stones for one's house after a few experiments.

Hmm... It seems that the only attraction of the mages in Chang'an Town is their rich collection of books and their familiarity with the history of Faerun.

He thought there would be some interesting oddities in this place... What a disappointment.

Hill flew down to the ground in dissatisfaction, the crystal flower ring on his finger glowed, and a blue avenue 25.5 meters wide was pulled out from the main road leading directly to the spine of the world... His mud turned into stone , No matter how light the magic power is, it is still quite easy to turn it into a relatively solid bluestone road.

Hill walked slowly to the edge of the lake, and the green road stretched under his feet. He walked around the lake that fell from the sky, and then flew to the westernmost side of the lake.

The shape of this lake is very interesting, it just happens to form the shape of a heart... the beginning of the east side is the apex, and the west side is a less obvious depression.

If Hill hadn't built this road, it wouldn't be so obvious, but now, people flying in the air can feel the appearance of this heart after careful observation.

Hill happily raised a small pier in the west, and then planted endless vines on this small stone building to outline the recess more clearly.

He decided to leave this surprise for the undead to find out... as long as they could remember that they could fly.

Then he turned around and continued to walk towards the city of Aglaia: along the way, he had to move the passing fields to other places.

Fortunately, the fields here belonged to the city of Aglaia, and they were just hired to plant them, so it would be fine for him to do whatever he wanted.

According to Lin En's opinion, the fields allocated to the city residents are distributed along the edge of the green forest. Although it is relatively close to the cemetery, there is a stream there to help with irrigation.

Moreover, the Torilians would feel safer near the cemetery of the Knights of Justice and Priest of the Silver Moon, at least the evil undead would not dare to appear there.

Hill doesn't care about this, the temple cemetery has always been tightly sealed, and the nearby flowers, plants and trees probably don't have the ability to absorb much nutrition from those corpses... Anyway, he doesn't eat the food in these fields.

He walked slowly to the east gate of Aglaia City, and Lynn was already standing there with a smile waiting for him to finish. There were many curious townspeople watching behind him, even the dwarves and dwarves ran out.

Lin En took a look, clapped his hands and said, "It seems that our lord has already built the road, and the only thing left is to plant beautiful shrubs on both sides of the road...Ilsa, this matter I will leave it to you, and I will allocate a sum of money to you to hire the Trassil elves."

A wood elf dressed as a druid came out and bowed lightly: "Okay. I'll go to the Alchemy Hall tomorrow morning."

"I built a small pier by the lake." Hill reminded, "I found that the fish in the lake are all brown-finned fish, which is considered to be a very good freshwater fish...Maybe this lake came from It was cut from the Kingdom of Cormyr.

This fish is a specialty of that country, and the taste is said to be pretty good.

Tell the citizens that I allow them to go fishing in the lake, but fishing is prohibited during the breeding season of brownfin fish. "

Before Lynn could speak, the citizens who heard behind him cheered... Although they rarely went to that lake before because of the long distance, it is a good thing for everyone to have one more food.

Now there is a way again... No matter how poor a family is in Aglaia, they can afford an ordinary horse.

Hill nodded to them: "Go if you want! The road is safe, just don't cross that Faerun Road."

Many citizens rushed onto the road, as if they were going to see the lake and the fish in it with their own eyes... Some of them turned around and went home. They were smarter and knew to go back to find their mounts first.

Hill couldn't help shaking his head, and asked Lynn with a smile: "Is there anything else?"

"Go back to the castle first?" Lynn said softly.

Hill helplessly grabbed his arm and flew directly to the floating castle. In fact, he really just asked casually... What could happen in just one day?

Pulvi had already run back by himself... He liked the open-air garden on the castle very much.

The garden, filled with pale blue moonlight, always made him feel like he was back at home.

When Hill heard this description for the first time, he had to wonder whether the blue original world of the alien whale, which is said to have no land but only endless ocean, is some moon that has not yet awakened...

After returning to the study, Lynn said quickly: "The Temple of Heim chose Neverwinter, and planned to leave early tomorrow morning... I actually knew very early on that their minds were uncertain. Even if we gave him a place, what he built would not It's just an ordinary church that can be evacuated at any time.

It seems that they have never been optimistic about the city of Aglaia. "

"It's no surprise that the Temple of Heim wants to leave me. The followers of Helm are all adventurers and mercenaries, especially those who work as bodyguards." Hill poured a glass of wine for the unhappy Lynn, "don't mention them The most basic protection work, where is there any task for these people in Aglaia City?
Didn’t the undead even snatch the tasks in the tavern?”

Lynn sighed: "But how dare they go to Neverwinter... The Knights of Justice almost went mad... The people in the Temple of Heim had the nerve to let them go back with them, and they were almost killed by the half of the Silver Shield The head of the god was beaten.

In the end, the original leader of the Neverwinter city succeeded, and those guys from the Temple of Helm threw out the emissary of Neverwinter together. "

"It's finally a little smarter." Hill commented lightly, "This is to find out that Haim's group is secretly playing tricks... Isn't the visit with such a big fanfare just to make us feel bad about the Knights of Justice?
As long as we show that we are not welcome, with the stiff heads of those tin cans, they will definitely run away.

At that time, Neverwinter might be a good choice...

These guys really don't care about the thousands of years of friendship with the Knights of Justice... Heim, sure enough, the relationship with Tyre is not that good. "

Lynn snorted coldly: "It's their luck... Normally, those priests in Tire rushed to the front line, and they should all be in Luskan.

But they are well aware of the abilities of the undead.There was no need for them to risk the backlash of the magic net to release divine spells, so they all stayed in the temple.

The priests of Tire are all born in the law..."

Hill laughed: "It seems that the relationship between them and the Toril nobles is quite delicate."

The righteous believers of Tire, how many lessons did they have to learn to react to these dirty thoughts so quickly!

(End of this chapter)