Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 909 Hill buried in the experiment
The moonlight transformed by Selûne slowly dimmed... It seems that this moon girl is not so easy to act unscrupulously in Toril, maybe only this incarnation can be used, and it consumes a lot of divine power.

Hill sighed silently, and walked to his study... Fortunately, he was in a good mood and never planned to do anything in Toril... Otherwise, the gods who lined up to come to Aglaia one by one, Enough for him to fail ten thousand times.

When the undead returned to the hidden town, Vera was still bargaining with the artifact of time and space, while Hill and Fran stood in front of the half of Pulvi's body, waiting for the last minute... The power of life surged In Purvi's body, all kinds of flowers that the goblin planted in the small flower ponds in the alien whale's body are blooming brilliantly...the flowers bloom and wither, and then bear fruit. It seems that several springs and autumns have been reincarnated in one minute.

Looking at the thick layer of flowers on the ground, Hill felt that his demiplane might be different from what he thought...but he obviously planned to focus on water!

After all, this is a demiplane within Purvi's body, and Hill really wanted to leave a home for this unlucky alien whale that could survive without him.

But this exuberant vitality... The combination of water and the earth seems to have created a demiplane that is biased toward Mount Heaven...

Standing in front of the light gate of the demiplane, Hill hesitated for a long time before daring to enter, and finally was pushed in by Fran who waited impatiently at the side.

Just as Hill had imagined, the Golden Gate of Light is located in a bay in the middle of the mainland, immersed in the shallow waves gently lapping the seashore.

The sky is full of twinkling stars and silver moonlight, and the breeze is blowing on Hill's face. Compared with the cold spring breeze in the outside world, the demiplane already feels like a slightly drunk early summer.

Hill took a few steps, feeling the ocean he created... Although there is no holy water in the Paradise Mountains, it can be regarded as a diluted version of the holy water... and Hill also placed a water in the center of the continent. A mountain of waterfalls crafted from the relics of Aglea.

If undead creatures dare to step into this half-plane, it is estimated that they will be weakened by more than half of their strength.

As for the mainland, most of the mountains and hills are already covered with verdant... The countless seeds that Hill sprinkled into the demiplane at the end have now turned into towering trees, flowers and green grass.

Only the plain in the middle of the continent hasn't grown any plants yet... Hill plans to grow some crops here.

"As expected of the demiplane you built!" Farlan sighed behind him, "It has no lethality at all. Ah, no, the evil faction will probably be completely suppressed if they enter here...but apart from being attacked, Would you invite any evil faction into your demiplane?"

Hill showed a wry smile: "Maybe, Lady of the Night?"

"I thought it was William who had a good relationship with her?" Fran didn't care about anything during this time... Hill's open-air garden never stopped!

Fortunately, the child Hill is more careful, and Liszt told him a lot of things, otherwise, how could Fran allow himself to stay in the laboratory and hide!

But he is also very clear that if there is no affinity for Hill, staying in that garden will only cause trouble for Hill... and no one with a little sense will not talk to Shar and Selûne. stay by!
It is already a miracle that Hill can do it.

Fran stared intently at the bustling land in front of him, and was a little speechless for a moment... He was surrounded by warm vitality. If he stayed in this demiplane, his life expectancy would probably increase a lot... He is neutral camp!
He has this feeling, which only shows that Hill never thought in his heart that he only welcomes the existence of the good camp.

In fact, he has always been very clear in his heart that there is only one reason why Hill can have a good relationship with such powerful gods as Toril...In their hearts, Hill is harmless.

But Hill, it's just superficially harmless!His ferocity is not unseen.

A mage who can turn the water magic of the auxiliary system into a murderous weapon, a strong man who can tear up a dragon without hesitation, and a person who really thinks he is completely harmless, probably no one will collect his body after death... so dead That's ridiculous.

But Hill was able to build the demiplane like Mount Paradise... no, it was much more comfortable than Mount Paradise, at least he couldn't enter that ghostly place.

Fran thought helplessly, obviously his grandson would not play such silly tricks to show the enemy weak, but Hill's natural law always dressed him up from a giant bear to a rabbit. I really don't know how the law of the earth can be so boring preference...Fran is well aware that water and wind are only secondary laws to Hill.

The only thing that can truly dominate Hill's fate is the earth.

So he still finds a way to make some powerful and lethal large-scale magic equipment for Hill!

Otherwise, people will always be treated as a harmless rabbit. Sooner or later, Hill will change from a furry earth bear to a raging bear.

It's all the fault of Hill's ancestors who like to pretend to be fools... Yes, that guy named High Wilson!
If he hadn't pretended to be a bear until he believed it, how could Hill have inherited such a useless talent law!

Hill didn't know that his grandfather was slandering his ancestors, so he just crossed his arms and thought about it: "Grandfather, I'll treat this place as a holiday villa... The law of this demiplane is a bit too biased towards vitality.

Next time I must pay attention, when refining the demiplane, use less high-level materials that increase vitality.

Here, it's hard for me to even pull the enemy in to fight... Even if my enemy is the evil camp, I might not be willing to pull him in to destroy such a beautiful world. "

Hill still knows himself very well... The three words 'maybe' are all for himself, and he must not be able to do it.

Fran released a magic ballista with a height of 10 meters from his space ring: "Just use this, and you don't need to consume the power of the law of the demiplane."

Hill looked up at the powerful weapon exuding terrifying coercion in front of him... How many dragons did his grandfather kill in Abel?
What are some other biological materials?In his feeling, these materials are stronger than those on the dragon... Could it be the primordial?
Hill hesitantly turned his head and asked, "Grandfather, have you encountered the battlefield between the ancient dragon and the primordial?"

"When I first entered Abel, I also entered by mistake." Fran said blankly, "These are the only battlefields where space fluctuations can catch an archmage off guard.

Both sides are too powerful, even after several 10 years of death, the space vortex created is irresistible.

The reason why I was hunted down by the Aber dragon is that they found that I came out near the battlefield. "

He showed a cold smile: "Unfortunately, their ability is not as good as that of their ancestors... Kill a dozen or so, and these giant dragons will retreat."

Hill suddenly realized, no wonder the black dragon sent out even the mother dragon... The remains left by the primordial can at least make a sub-artifact.

Although Abel seems closed, Toril's capable archmages are not completely unable to enter that world. Many archmages will secretly go to that world to dig treasures.

When the primordials competed with the ancient dragon for the control of Aber, many people died on both sides... But almost all of these ancient battlefields existed in independent spaces, even the dragon that has now become the master of Aber has no So easy to find.

The excavation of each battlefield can make a giant dragon family get rich instantly...so the daily life of these giant dragons is to search for ruins everywhere.

Those foreign archmages will be firmly watched, but Fran entered by accident, and did not go through the only star gate outside Abel.

Hill walked around the huge ballista a few times, then turned his head to confirm with Fran and asked, "Grandfather, is this a sub-artifact-level ballista? Or is it a finished product that can be copied?"

Fran nodded reservedly: "This is yours, see how much you can learn... Even if you don't use biological materials, you can try to imitate similar materials with metals.

Waste not the capital which the earth has given you. "

Trashiel's semi-artifact, it's nothing to get it from Toril... As for the magic ball in his hand, it is an accidental result of hard work and chance, even if the same materials are accumulated again, it is still magic. Lan did it himself, and he wasn't sure he could make another one that was exactly the same.

But for a master alchemist, an alchemical item that cannot be copied is not considered a real success... It can only prove his upper limit, not his lower limit.

However, the magic ballista, as long as there are enough materials, flanges can be made in countless quantities... that's fine.

He doesn't care about equipment that can no longer be manufactured due to lack of materials, as long as he can guarantee that he can do it again.

Hill pulled the long hair that hung on his chest: Is his grandfather already this strong?

He could feel that these materials were just the leftovers of those two powerful creatures, not the most powerful ones... A sub-artifact made from a dragon's heart and a dragon's nail have completely different meanings!
Hill rubbed his hands together. Within four years, Toril probably wouldn't have any fun he wanted to know about...ah, no...it's a big deal.

He made up his mind that he must research the most suitable metal material in the shortest possible time to replicate a similar magic ballista...Francis only gave him a hint, but he could tell it at a glance .

His grandfather started leaving homework again... This time it changed from classwork to graduation thesis, and Hill had to put in more energy to do it.

He silently took out all the puppets in the pendant, summoned Liszt again, and handed him the blueprint of the vacation castle he had planned.

I don't want him to take care of the rest of the matter.

Hill's task now... is endless experiments!

(End of this chapter)