Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Seeing William's satisfied expression, Spencer smiled helplessly.

It seems that William is really convinced that the Mage Association will definitely give in to Salar.

It's not that they can't understand it, at least those mages who were so depressed that they almost committed suicide by jumping off a cliff gave Spencer some confidence.

It's just that he is still a little uneasy. The Mage Association should also know that this magic circle is difficult to reproduce!

"Can this magic circle still be used?" Spencer couldn't help but ask, "That's Silver Moon! It's impossible for me to continue to help you."

"Aren't there still Silver Moon Warlocks?" William laughed, "They can't be as sophisticated and powerful, but the ordinary ones are fine. I just need to add some time magic.

I just need to get a few out and let those guys know that I still have them.

I don’t think anyone would think that I would care about the dignity of a king if I am offended.

The things that come from my hands can be sold for more.

If I didn't have some sense, I wouldn't even wait for the Mages Association's response and just start selling it.

Forget it, just wait.

The boss has already prepared the magic book and sent it to King's College along with the wind book. It will be easier in the future when someone learns the time-accelerating spell on their own. "

Spencer nodded in understanding. Anyway, William would stay here for a long time, long enough for several time and space mages to show up.

"That will have to wait a long time." He sighed softly.

"Mages are not stupid and will not turn a blind eye to the foreseeable future. My request to them is not to obey Salar's orders." William's brows showed a trace of coldness, "I just want them to maintain the bottom line of their lives. They have not yet become Existences that transcend gods treat human beings like ants, and they have expanded too early!"

Spencer nodded silently.

"Take a good rest! My dear cousin." William showed a warm smile and said cruel words, "You will probably be very busy tomorrow."

Spencer rarely felt angry: "What does it matter? Even if they don't do well, it's not me they're scolding. I'm going back to sleep!"

William has not yet become a god! There is no way to block others from calling his name.

The Salar people are very used to calling him His Majesty the King, but the undead don't care.

When Spencer was extremely busy, he wanted to do something to make the undead scold him severely.

Relying on the last bit of honor as a knight, he suppressed the evil thoughts of letting his king suffer misfortune.

William smiled nonchalantly and watched the angry Spencer walk out step by step.

This was the only way his dear cousin knew how to express his anger.

Others can only be thought about in the mind, but will never be put into action.

Most of the military nobles in Salar still have a very military demeanor, and William has always been very lucky to have landed in this country.

For the rest, even if it was Cortez or Hefa Sardo, he would go crazy and choose to overturn the table and start over.

It would definitely not be as easy as it is now, and the tasks given to the undead would be more bloody.

William stretched. He also wanted to take a good rest. He was very tired from sitting there with his posture in the past few days.

And, to be honest, even if nothing happened, the undead would still scold him.

William twitched the corner of his mouth. He had scolded so many scumbag planners back then, and shouted every day how much better he would have done if he had changed his position. But now it was a bit uncomfortable to be scolded back thousands of times.

The door to the hall closed instantly, and William stood up and walked to the bedroom at the back. He wanted to have a good sleep.

The news of William's return made Hill dare to appear in the camp again.

Although he knew that the devil might not come to this camp where William would appear at any time and the eyes of the gods were often fixed on him, Hill still felt cautious about sailing the boat for ten thousand years.

What if this is the kind of idiot who is stupid enough to believe that the most dangerous place is the safest place?

Anyway, people like Hill will definitely hide in the farthest place where no one can find him.

But this is the devil! He is still a demon who has been squatting under the eyes of the elves and dwarves all year round. Who knows whether his thinking has been so chaotic that he cannot even understand it.

Hill silently flew down the pit.

He wanted to see what the gesneria in the ground looked like and whether the devil's aura had almost been cleared away.

Hill knew that after discovering the devil, William ordered all small towns except the central line to be abandoned.

He would only rebuild the city in a straight line from Dionisio to Central City.

During this time, sunflowers and various purifying mosses were also planted.

But he is still collecting sunflower seeds, and any extra ones will be scattered to the original cities.

Although Hill didn't inquire, the hundreds of thousands of people in this triangular area eventually turned into a mere 50,000 people in the small temporary camp outside the central city.

Everyone can understand what a terrible fact this represents.

In that fully enclosed camp, undead people go in to deliver food every day, and it is said that the management is very strict. But there are always bodies being sent out.

After all, no matter how deep the hidden devil worshiper is, he will not be able to hold on if he stays within the confines of the oil painting for a long time.

The people who live there are probably suffering a lot right now.

William was kind-hearted and allowed about 100,000 slaves to live in another camp, otherwise these people would probably be really miserable.

After knowing that they were really safe and that the human king was willing to liberate them, these former slaves almost looked the same every day.

Although they had to live within the radiation range of an oil painting, they knelt down to worship the painting hanging in the middle of the camp every morning and evening.

Fortunately, they also knew how to thank King Salar, otherwise Hill would have suspected that they were believers prepared for the Sun God.

But they performed so well, and William did not allow any of them to be released. Hill thought that he planned to imprison these people until all the cities were rebuilt, and then decide how to arrange their whereabouts.

Hill carefully walked through every corner of the deep cave, and it seemed that there was really no problem. With his current perception of evil, if he couldn't find it, it would be basically impossible to find it again.

When he returned to the ground, he informed Adrian that the construction of the city could begin.

Spencer was not outside, so Hill notified the guard captain.

He didn't know why, but he smiled strangely, and then went back to the King's Ship to find Spencer.

Spencer quickly issued a fill mission.

About hundreds of thousands of undead began to take out their small bags.

The soil brought from Salar slowly filled the long tunnels dug by them around the pit.

Only a circular passage dozens of meters high was left at the bottom in the direction leading to Dionisio.

There are also people in this passage who first transform into hard obsidian, and then project the phantom of the defensive circle to trace it.

Although Hill didn't know what William was planning, he somewhat discovered that no matter what William did, he would consider the lives of ordinary people.

However, the scope of the deep pit left behind is indeed twice as large as the original central city.

Hill returned to the Cloud House and waited for the next morning.

He had already heard Spencer asking the undead to go out and scatter flower seeds after the soil was filled.

Hopefully, the excitement will be less in the next few days.

The God of Time and Space's appraisal technique can even describe how tall these flowers and plants can grow, let alone their colors.

Hill has absolutely no doubt about the imagination and composition ability of the undead.

When Hill got up, he found that Adrian had already led people to lay the foundation of Central City.

Even the land that should be hardened has been transformed.

It looked like both Adrian and Spencer had a busy night.

Before the sun rose, Hill took the time to go to Sunflower Park to wait for the first wave of seeds.

He found that William now attached great importance to Sunflower and had begun to create a magic circle to isolate the undead from Sunflower.

Although he didn't know why, he knew what he should do.

Take your time and collect some more seeds.

After collecting the seeds with satisfaction, Hill felt that no matter what purpose William used the flowers and plants in the future, he would not lose anything.

He flew back to the forest array and glanced at the peregrine falcons and the decadent mages inside. Why didn't he leave?

After William came back, the isolation circle was closed!

Are they just getting used to it, so they ignore it?

The sequelae of this phantom formation are so great! Why does he feel that these mages and druids are a bit stupid?

Hill opened his arms slightly and closed his eyes slightly, communicating with the laws of nature.

He spread his heartfelt blessings as far as possible.

On the land near the central city, green seedlings slowly grew under the gentle breeze.

Hill, who had used up two-thirds of his mana, looked up at the green-covered plain and smiled slightly.

This feeling of vitality made him so comfortable.

He glanced at the guests in the forest, then turned back to his cloud house.

I originally wanted to use the Water of Tranquility in the forest formation, but Hill really didn't want to take advantage of the people inside.

Just go back and rest, and give your blessing again tomorrow.

He completely ignored the performance of the peregrine falcons below, letting the gray peregrine falcon, whose eyes were staring at Hill, lower its head in disappointment.

It seems that this kid doesn't have a good impression of Druid.

Violet flapped her wings and flew towards Fran who was standing in front of the study window.

Fran looked at the gray peregrine falcon charging menacingly, and gently waved her hand to let her into the defensive circle.

Violet swaggered into the window and returned to her half-elf appearance when she landed on the ground.

"The defensive formation you set up prevents even ordinary animals from entering? You are already a legend, are you still so careful?" She fell down on the sofa casually, but her words were unforgiving.

"Are you too tired hanging on the tree?" Fran said expressionlessly, "Lie down for a while, it's okay, I can understand."

"You don't understand Druid at all." Violet sneered, "For a bird, standing in a tree is the most comfortable time."

Fran sneered: "Hill would not be willing to accept a bird as his grandmother."

Violet's expression remained unchanged: "I didn't say I wanted to see him."

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