Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Adrian ran to the protective screen and imitated the undead, standing in several different positions.

Several players happily helped him take photos, and even used copying techniques to print out several copies of the photos and give them to Adrian.

Adrian smiled broadly, looked at the photo with satisfaction for a while, and then put the ring away with satisfaction.

The aura of Fran who was looking at him was getting more and more chilling.

Hill watched tremblingly, not daring to say a word. He really wanted to run away.

Fortunately, Liszt appeared in time and broke the stagnant atmosphere in the room.

"Mr. Xueyunfeng, I followed him with his people." Liszt seemed to have noticed something was wrong, and said with a very serious expression, "After the news came back, they divided into two groups. Some were young and lively, and followed the older ones. The older female mage went to Prince Charles.

The other part, which was coquettish and sexy, followed the man to the Duke of Lumsden's side. "

Only then did Hill realize in a daze that Edward was dead and Lumsden was not a prince, so he could only be represented by a title.

Fortunately, when Edward succeeded to the throne, in order to appease his son who was rioting because of Helen, he was given the title of Duke first. Otherwise, Ramsden, who was still wandering, would not even have a title.

Hill turned his head and glanced at Fran, whose attention had turned.

"Charles, I have always liked this." Frank nodded, "I don't know Ramsden, but he has always had a good relationship with the Noble Temple, and everyone there must know his preferences."

"Then why do you come to my place for a layover?" Hill was a little confused.

"Of course because if I hook you up, it will be more useful than those two combined!" Fran sighed helplessly, "Hill, your identity as a natural warlock is very attractive to the temple."

"Why? Natural consciousness prefers me, and outsiders can't tell?"

"Even if you can't tell, as a human natural warlock, you must have been favored by nature to advance so easily." Fran shook his head, "That is to say, there are undead in front, and other temples have to watch His Majesty the King. Look on your face, otherwise your place would have been crowded with all kinds of visitors."

"Legends will come forward." Fran said solemnly, "People who are favored by natural consciousness will also have a certain bias in world consciousness."

Hill couldn't help but think of William, the Son of Destiny.

"Of course, His Majesty the King is here now." Fran also thought about it, "You may not get much preference. But at least, being lucky enough to always be with you is already very enviable."

It seems that it is everyone's default that the space-time divine system and world consciousness are entangled and colluded together.

"What do they want a natural warlock to do?" Hill asked, changing the subject.

"For the gods, especially those who believe in the gods. Success is a believer, failure is a believer." Fran sneered, "Only nature is eternal. If you have a believer in a natural warlock, you almost have it. An anchor in nature.”

Hill tilted his head slightly: "If you believe in gods, is that still a natural warlock?"

"Of course if you love someone, you won't change easily unless you are hurt." Fran sighed, "This is what the elves said. The temple seems to have confirmed this news."

"Besides, they don't need you to be pious!" Fran said slowly, "As long as you are willing to recite the name of God every day, it is very meaningful to them. Unfortunately, you can only recite it from the heart. It’s useful, otherwise all the elves will be captured.”

Hill lowered his head: "So you are looking for a woman to seduce me?"

"You grew up according to the education of a mage, and you are an alchemist with countless money in your hands." Fran sneered, "What benefits can there be for you to give up the free life of a mage and choose to enter the temple to be bound?

Only your children have hope.

If you really fall in love with a woman, countless similar women will soon come to you, enough for you to vomit. "

Hill lowered his head silently: His pure love had completely flown away.

Even if a girl who particularly likes him appears, after a thorough investigation of his background, what's the point of falling in love?

"Is Adrian really crazy?" Fran looked at the giant screen and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.

Hill suddenly looked up and saw Adrian flying to the top of the protective shield and placing a hand on the place where the eight-clawed demigod's claws hit.

He seemed to be imitating the players and wanted to take a photo of him high-fiving the demigod.

Hill looked at Adrian who was laughing maniacally on the screen, and turned his head silently, ignoring Fran's livid face. Although his nature was easy to let go when he was a wizard, Adrian also let it go too far.

There are people like Miller Legend watching behind him.

"The protective shield, the light is a little weak." Fran said seriously, "Liszt, contact the undead to contact Adrian and tell him to hide and stop playing!"

Hill listened quietly to Frank's aggravated tone, and watched Liszt appear instantly: "We have already found someone from Wenjian Tianxia Youth Travel, and they have contacted Honey Taoxin."

Adrian, who was on the giant screen, had already been called off. His expression changed greatly, and he pointed at Honey Sweetie, who had been filming, and said, "You can also spread the news to Hill's territory?"

Honey Taoxin pulled the stiff Adrian and quickly hid in the hiding place before saying slowly: "Sweetheart's live broadcast room is very famous! If Mr. Hill likes watching live broadcasts, he should watch it arrive."

"The giant screen at Hill is managed by the undead deputy mayor." Adrian said slowly.

"That's definitely no problem." Honey Sweetie said confidently, "I'm very popular!"

Adrian looked at the camera that was still filming, and pointed upward blankly: "It's not that the protective shield will not hold up, let's take a picture there!"

Then he shrank back into the corner and became silent.

Hill heard a sneer from Fran.

After a few more minutes, without Fran's words, Hill could see that the light emitting from the protective shield began to weaken.

The Eight-clawed Demigod seemed to have felt it too, as its mechanical wall-smashing action suddenly became violent again.

Just when the protective shield began to tremble and seemed about to break, Legend Miller cleared his throat: "Ah, I almost fell asleep. Hensley, put on the kind of spar that His Majesty the King gave me. I am too bad." Disabled."

As soon as he finished speaking, light shone out, and the color of the protective cover changed from transparent silver to transparent gold.

The tentacles raised high by the eight-clawed demigod stood blankly in mid-air for a long time.

In the end, he didn't give up, stretched out all four claws, and played a crazy rhapsody.

However, compared to the original one that might still be shaking, this almost motionless protective shield seemed to hurt his paws.

The eight-clawed demigod who silently put down his claws suddenly jumped up, holding the protective shield with his eight tentacles and began to shake wildly.

Almost all the undead squatting and playing on the deck turned into gourds.

However, after seeing Adrian floating slightly in the air, the mage started flying with him.

Unfortunately, the result of their inability to fly high was that they were hugged by their waists by their embarrassed knight swordsman companions, and they fell together.

The screams and curses of the undead rang out everywhere, and the belief in sharing weal and woe made no one in the air except Adrian and the knight puppet holding a shield to protect him, able to stand in the air.

Hill was slightly relieved as he looked at the stunned Adrian standing on the upper floor of the small space in the violently shaking camera.

"Behind Uncle Adrian is a legendary puppet, right?" Hill said knowingly, "Then there's nothing to be careful about."

Fran cast a sidelong glance at Hill: "There's no need to speak for him. When he comes back this time, he should go back to the Magic Tower to practice hard."

It's just confinement. Hill relaxed a little. Anyway, when Adrian comes back, with so many resources at hand, he will definitely have to study new potions. It doesn't make any difference. At most, it will take longer. That's what Adrian asked for. .

Hill watched the screen shaking for two hours before it finally stopped.

Although the undead were lying on the ground wailing in desolation, the mages were also cursing their companions loudly, smoking with their wickedness, and making lists sooner or later.

But the Eight-clawed Demigod, who was the perpetrator, seemed to be even more sad. He pushed the boat hard and sank to the bottom of the sea.

The tenacious photographer, even if he couldn't get up, held his shot high. In the lens, the quickly leaving water line seemed to be the tears left by the eight-clawed demigod.

"Miller, you are not the person who can do such a thing!" Fran looked at it quietly for a long time before muttering softly.

After looking at Hill's curious eyes, he said: "His student, Hensley, was really brought up by him. He looks exactly like him."

So this kind of operation of running away a half-spirited person is more like William, right?

Hill understood what Fran meant.

"There are many undead people." Hill said slowly, "And there are also many time and space magicians.

Whether it is commanding through the tablet or using the gate of time and space to go directly, it is possible. "

Fran shook his head: "It seems that we don't need to pay attention anymore. Just wait until Adrian comes back. Unless that guy is really shameless and takes action himself."

"It would be great if that person really took action." Hill thought this was the best. "With so many time and space magicians around, they can open the door at any time and let His Majesty the King with the artifact pass by."

"So no." Fran showed a contemptuous smile, "He plans to regain his faith! How could he take such a big risk?"

Although the demigod has gone away, the screen is still very lively.

The undead have already formed a group.

It seemed that their attack skills were limited, and they all hit directly with their fists.

"Why are they so honest?" The players, who had been squatting down and looking at the screen without speaking, finally became lively.

Hill really felt that the people from Xueyun Peak were more discerning. During the time when Adrian was in danger, everyone was silent.

But seeing that the situation was over, I became active.

"Be honest," Hill scolded Yu Luofanchen, looking down at the black rose, "They are planning to use meteors and fire rain!"

"Ah? Why didn't you use it?" Someone said in a very regretful tone.

"I was warned just as I was about to use it." Yu Luofanchen clicked on the tablet in his hand and said, "Whoever dares to use skills on a non-hostile target on the ship will be directly struck by lightning and sent back to the city for free."

"Ah, I finally got it by drawing lots, but I can't just come back like this."

"With the isolation cover, you can't actually select the Octopus." Someone sighed and said, "They tried several times, but they all said they couldn't select the target. What a pity, I thought they could kill the demigod!"

Hill looked at Fran, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, and silently withdrew.

"Mr. Cat asked, can we switch to another live broadcast?" Liszt appeared instantly.

Hill waved his hand: "Let him do whatever he wants! It's best to let the undead disperse. Their kind of discussion is not good for my grandfather's heart."

The door behind Hill suddenly opened, and a spar hit him on the head.

"Grandpa, I'm going back first!" Hill covered his head and planned to run away quickly.

"Sir, Mr. Xueyunfeng asked if we should pay more attention to which two camps."

"Okay." Hill nodded, "Tell them that according to the exploration mission, each new piece of information can be handed in a mission."

"Does Count Perast need to be notified?" Liszt asked silently.

"It's not life-threatening. Why should I care about so many things about them?" Hill shook his head and objected, "It's so stupid, and there's nothing I can do about it."

For Count Perast, Hill always has only one strategy: no big deal except life and death.

He glanced at the worried Liszt and said suddenly: "Are you worried that they will use the earl to threaten me?"

"You should know that after becoming a warlock and awakening my bloodline, the blood relationship between me and Count Perast has almost disappeared." Hill smiled faintly, "You can't curse me even if you drain the blood of the Count. .”

As for threatening Hill with the earl, Adrian had already made it known to the world that Hill had repaid the earl's favor with his life.

What Hill is most satisfied with in this world is that there is no such thing as a universal parent.

Although the kindness of parents in life is heavy, as long as it is repaid, it depends on whether there is affection between the two parties.

If you really want to threaten Hill, Adrian is more suitable.

However, if he could deal with Adrian, he would have captured Hill directly.

Besides, if you really go to great lengths to catch Adrian, generally speaking, it will be more of a threat to Fran, right?

Hill lowered his head and thought about it. Among the three people, he was the most likely to become the hostage.

Hill was standing in the corridor of the Lord's Mansion, and through the window he heard the undead people outside in twos and threes discussing the female mages who had gone to the two camps.

It seems that the undead girls have not given up on killing these people.

They have been asking a few people in Xueyunfeng whether they are prone to corruption if they see too many demonic items.

Xueyunfeng was in a terrible state. He flew up several times and was pulled down by the girls.

In the end, I could only say helplessly: "How about you take turns to take over Hill's exploration mission? In the past few days, their levels have indeed risen a bit, so there must be a problem. You go and guard, and once their names turn red, you can Just kill him!"

The girls screamed happily and rushed to Lao Mao's office to take over the task.

Hill heard the old cat's roar coming from inside the church: "Old Snow Dog, you bastard! Didn't you agree that you would arrange for someone to pick you up? If I hadn't agreed to help you, why would I have taken so much trouble from Liszt? Take over the matter!"

Xueyunfeng slowly adjusted his robe, glanced at the players around him who were squinting at him, and Shi Shiran said: "It's happening now and then! If this is the case, my fellow Taoist will definitely die!"