Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Spencer sorted out the work in hand, reported to William again, and then walked out with the confused captain of the Guards, and explained to him what the current situation was.

After the captain of the guard understood, he put his long sword behind his back, held a scale in his left hand, and said to Spencer with a straight face: "Don't worry, I am an extension of the king's will, and I will not have any thoughts of my own. "

Spencer nodded helplessly: "Don't use that aristocratic manner when talking to the undead. A business-like tone is best. Be careful of getting involved."

The captain of the Guards looked innocent: "I'm just a messenger, I promise to welcome everyone with a smile!"

"Why are you laughing!" Spencer complained, "I don't want to rescue you among a group of undead girls one day. Don't you know that warlocks have pretty faces?"

The captain of the Guards asked in surprise: "Isn't that the same as Mr. Bolaño?"

"When you look at beauties, do you only look at the top ones?" Spencer was speechless. "It is true that the most beautiful and pure and cute are the most popular, but if there are a few pretty and lovely ones, wouldn't you still look at them? Don’t you want to see it?”

The captain of the Guards muttered: "I thought I was just pretty good-looking."

"That's right, he looks okay, and his smile is even better." Spencer said simply, "Keep a straight face and leave immediately after finishing the work. Don't leave any greetings behind."

The captain of the Guards rolled his eyes, bit his lower lip, and suppressed the sudden smile.

He felt that this must be Spencer's experience and he should listen to it more.

The captain of the guard suddenly said quietly: "I think the unlucky ones must not be the undead, whether they are the ones who arrive first or the ones who arrive last."

Spencer was stunned for a moment. The captain had never dealt with the undead very much. He could say this because he must have judged it from William's attitude.

He then remembered that although this guy was tall and strong, he was indeed a sensitive warlock.

Although Spencer didn't say anything, he had no rebuttal attitude at all, which made the probing guy smile with satisfaction.

Spencer looked at the captain with a particularly bright smile out of the corner of his eye and almost sighed.

No wonder William said that there would be no need to change the captain in a short time.

Now this person is relatively simple-minded. He neither wants to become a great noble nor has any desire to make achievements. He is content to just stay with the king.

And it has a long lifespan. Once it is cultivated, you don’t have to worry about how long the next one can last.

Spencer finished what he needed to say, and he still felt a little worried as he watched the Guards Captain start patrolling the camp with two distraction tools.

I hope this guy will remember to use the scale first and then the long sword when encountering trouble.

Hill insisted on the natural blessing for three days, turning the Central City into a sea of ​​flowers, plants and shrubs, except for the city.

Spencer responded quickly.

Immediately people took their horses out to eat the first crop of pasture.

The undead who were still in the camp, some of whom were surrounded by herbivorous monsters, also went out with their monster friends.

Hill stood in the air, originally wanting to see what kind of monsters these were, and to estimate how many people from these families had left here, ready to cause trouble.

After all, they all have rabbits with them.

Unfortunately, his head is currently a bit unable to move.

Everyone who raised their middle finger to the pattern of the Elf Forest showed a relaxed attitude.

Even one middle finger of each color seemed understandable to Hill.

Isn’t it just turning the rainbow into a rainbow with the middle finger? It’s also pretty good-looking.

Anyway, the direction you point to is the Elf Forest.

Moreover, those patterns that were closer to certain organs were disappearing one by one. Hill lowered his head and glanced at Wang Chuan. William was also very busy!

It seemed that William had already made preparations. Like the hand-washing pictures that appeared in Hill's territory, he did not move them. He just moved some of the plants that were too realistic and changed them into circular patterns.

Then, there are all kinds of dog bite pictures.

Hill felt that elves may not necessarily know what the middle finger means. Even if they know that humans are scolding them, they can still pretend to be stupid.

But the pattern of different elves being bitten by dogs is a torture to them.

After all, everyone knows who was bitten.

Either come out and destroy the patterns, but the undead will obviously attack them.

It's a dead end out there.

But if you are huddled in the forest, your main god is still watching from the sky!

Most of them couldn't make such detailed pictures, so there was a sea of ​​dog faces in front of Hill, and Hill fell silently. Although he also liked dogs, so many weird dog faces were a bit psychologically uncomfortable.

Anyway, besides rabbits, there are also many pigs coming out of the undead.

There is only one family and there will be a wild boar army.

They were accustomed to walking together as a family, and Hill saw a group of buffaloes and wild horses.

It seemed that the demon sect in Xueyun Peak had all priests left in the camp, but Hill also noticed that the girls who only walked with rabbits had not released any other type of magical beast.

Maybe he was from the Wild Elephant Corps.

At the very least, Adrian's first idea was going to come true.

Hill silently landed on the cloud house and lowered it to a lower place. Otherwise, what if he was frightened by the scenery in front of him when he opened the window to take the first breath of fresh air in the morning.

"Hill." Alice, who had been looking out the window, asked curiously: "Is it the human king who is modifying their drawings? Is it more vicious than a dog biting an elf?"

Hill saw Merkel lying on the side with her ears pricked up to listen.

He smiled helplessly: "It's just a curse word used by the undead, which is quite disgusting. His Majesty the King thinks it is beneath his status."

No matter what the game is. It is also necessary to block some indecent patterns and language in reality.

William probably didn’t want to be banned from the game company for such a boring reason.

"Is it from the undead or humans?" Merkel sat up and licked her paws, "If the elves can't understand, they won't do it. Just think that we are monsters and can't understand. Just talk nonsense!"

Hill said to Alice who was looking curiously without changing his expression: "It's just the curse word of the undead. They drew the specific content, and it is no different from directly translating it into Elvish language. His Majesty the King is still here, it is impossible to allow it. .”

Alice meowed to express her understanding and stopped asking further questions. She is not interested in these things.

With her dark face, Merkel tried her best to show a disdainful attitude, and then she lay down again.

"Don't leave the camp recently." Hill warned. "They have a conflict and may fight."

"More people means trouble." Merkel muttered. "The undead or humans from other worlds will only be more trouble."

"Then are we okay in the camp?" Alice was about to make a move.

Those peregrine falcons were circling in the sky and seemed to be leaving.

After all, he is still an elf. Under such circumstances, it is impossible to stay here.

It is true that people should leave quickly before the eyes of the elves and gods come over.

"Why are you targeting the elves?" Merkel asked. "Are you so sure that the dwarves can't hold on?"

"The Earth Goddess can give up the wood element. But she will never give up the gold." Hill replied silently in his heart, "Only when the dwarves leave this world or die, and the Earth Goddess recycles the gold element, can she wake up."

"It's impossible to fight on the elves' side." Hill replied, "That's why I'm even more angry. The dwarves are in a war to destroy their country."

"The human mind." Merkel muttered, "If you can't fight, shouldn't you just not provoke them at all?"

"Didn't your ancestor also hate that wolf? If you could disgust him, wouldn't you do it?"

"It's okay to gloat, but it's impossible to take action yourself. It's better to waste that time than to chew a piece of meat." Merkel said simply, "Unless you can kill him directly, why take action?"

Hill nodded and understood a little more about Warcraft's thinking.

However, the wolf tribe is indeed an alternative among the Warcraft, and they are actually willing to die for so many years for the hatred in their blood.

Alice clamored to go down to play, but Merkel couldn't lie down anymore, so she had to stand up and accompany her down.

"Don't forget to go to the woods for a while," Hill warned, "and then go play again."

Alice meowed loudly and jumped down.

On the other side of the forest formation, a golden light soon glowed.

Hill saw William, the guard captain, already blowing his whistle and calling his team members to gather in the woods.

Alice's spell can last for half an hour, which is completely timely for them.

As long as your heart is towards the sunshine, there will be many benefits in this golden light.

At least your body will be back to its best condition.

But for some people, it is just used to cleanse the evil atmosphere.

In fact, it can be seen from the speed of movement of these people rushing towards the forest formation that their camp is leaning.

Those who rush in quickly can get a lot of benefits.

At worst, it has to be neutral and kind.

Therefore, it is no wonder that the guard captain who used acceleration and rushed in directly gained William's trust.

Hill looked down at Central City. The underground part of the city was almost completed at this moment.

Above the crypt is a large net made of solid ice lines.

Adrian is commanding some undead and using earth magic to close the entire cave entrance.

He followed beside him and used ice to create a circular pipe shape. Then the undead directly covered it with soil, compacted the soil, and converted it into obsidian.

Hill looked at it without blinking. There was no pillar below!

What does Fran plan to do?

There is also a city to be built on top of this!

No matter how strong the obsidian is, a 50-meter-thick foundation can withstand the current demand.

It's impossible to just deal with it.

Since William wanted a city that would last forever, it was impossible for Fran to not consider the possibility of more buildings in this city in the future.

Hill parked the Cloud House near the pit, wanting to see what kind of wonder it would be.