Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Hill stopped, looked to the southwest, and sighed slightly.

He had been walking here alone for so long, but not a single assassin came.

Hill knew very well that the dwarf would never give up on his plan to assassinate him.

If Hill was only on their must-kill list before Hill's revenge, then after Hill's Green Butterfly blocked most of their mines, Hill must have topped the list.

He knew how stubborn this race was. The characteristics of the race could not change just because they slipped into the evil camp. They would only become more stubborn.

Stepping on the short grass and smelling the fresh fragrance of flowers, Hill strolled on the grassland for a long time.

He stopped and gently released the tornado scroll he was holding in his sleeve.

Hill is ready. As long as someone dares to come, he will use a series of 360 tornadoes to send him to the sky, directly to the end of the world to meet the Earth Bear.

Save them the trouble of finding it themselves.

What an opportunity the dwarves lost!

It's a pity that the magic circle he worked so hard to design failed many times before it was engraved into the scroll. He still thought he could test it once!

Hill clapped his hands regretfully and could only wait to use it next time.

It seemed that unless Hill could be killed directly, the dwarves still retreated in front of Poseidon, the powerful god.

Aglaia's priesthood is indeed a bit difficult for dwarves.

Before they completely admit defeat, they really don’t want the entire country to turn into an underwater world.

No dwarf would want to live in water.

If he could kill Hill and suffer a little punishment, at least the goal would be achieved.

However, even Hill, who had consumed a huge amount of mana and mental energy at that time and could only go back to rest, could not be killed directly by the dwarf demigod using his artifact. Now that he is on guard, it is even harder to kill him directly.

The dwarf demigod had probably given up on killing him personally.

Although Hill couldn't find out the identity of this demigod, he could guess a little.

The dwarves do not have a king. They are very direct and their only leader is the dwarf king.

In the dwarf kingdom, the highest authority is the Council of Elders, who manage the entire country, but the highest status is the temples.

Human mages learned the form of parliament from the dwarves.

Although you can join the Council of Elders as long as you become a legend, in fact most of them are just make-up.

The twelve great elders in the group of elders, appointed directly by the Dwarf King, are the real leaders. They can even directly enter the most mysterious temples, and can directly communicate with all the gods of the dwarf pantheon.

Hill suspected that the person who came to assassinate him was one of the only three women among the twelve great elders of the dwarves.

He didn't believe that a demigod could hide in a temple for hundreds of thousands of years without leaving the house.

And as long as you go out, you will leave traces.

During this period of time, Hill had torn through books related to dwarves, but couldn't find any traces.

Hill doesn't believe there are demigods that don't exist at all.

But a demigod with enough patience can still do it by pretending to be a legend.

Hill knew that they would definitely take action again.

For these dwarves who still refuse to give up, Hill is a big problem.

The appearance of Green Butterfly is enough to prove that their decision to kill Hill was not wrong.

And Hill, who has reached the legendary realm in such a short time, may be able to withstand the elemental storm at the edge of the world within two years and be directly summoned by the Earth Bear.

As long as Hill can get there alive, the earth's recovery speed will be unparalleledly fast.

Logically speaking, even if we knew that it would be difficult to successfully attack Hill at this time, this might be the only chance.

Hill had been standing in the air for so long and encountered such a pleasant thing, so it was easy for him to let his guard down.

William did not stay here.

They didn't take action when they had such a good opportunity. Hill suspected that these dwarves were planning to poison them. There were so many humans, there were always a few who were willing to accept money to do things.

If humans were to directly attack Hill, few fools would do it.

Even if there was one, it would probably just be a target for Hill to practice on.

But it is still easy to find someone who is not afraid of death and poisons them.

However, if you want to poison a natural warlock, how rare must be the poison to be effective?

Hill had studied the devil's poison and he could easily solve it.

Hill's three-system laws of earth, wood, and water can dissolve almost all toxins in this world, even most of them from other worlds.

He thought for a while, maybe he could finally see some high-end alien specialties?

Hill sighed softly. In a short period of time, he probably wouldn't be able to buy food casually.

The undead are always the biggest factor of instability.

No matter how well William controls it, he can't stop the undead's sudden whims.

Without a mission, he couldn't attack Hill directly, and it wasn't necessarily safe.

When they killed Hill before, they couldn't directly choose Hill to kill! Haven't you still thought of a way to use the range of the group attack spell to include Hill?

The reason why William was able to control most of the undead was that in that world it was popular for one person to be the number one, and it was the person, not the number, who was sealed.

For the undead, when they want to play, they are of course afraid of being banned. Even if it is only for a few months, they will cry together.

But no matter how perfect the game is, some people may not like it.

And this otherworld fantasy game has been going on for a long time, and some people should get tired of it.

When someone wants to change games, they don't care whether their account will be permanently banned.

Before leaving the game completely, for people who feel that they will never come back, the normal operation is to sell gold and equipment, and do some big things in the meantime.

Otherwise, William would not have locked up these undead packages in the capital of Salal.

They are in Keslot, and it is said that they can only take out daily necessities and food potions from the packages. Alchemy bombs and other things cannot be used in that area.

But Central City doesn't seem to have such restrictions at the moment. After all, this is a battlefield.

Hill decided not to take risks until the dwarf war was over.

Hill gave up his plan to continue walking and flew directly to Central City.

After saying hello to Adrian who was standing at the top of the magic tower, Hill went directly above the white clouds, released the cloud house and got in.

This time, he activated the cloud-making function of the cloud house and positioned the ship firmly above Central City.

Although the contact device has been turned on, his grandfather is still in retreat.

Even something as big as the moon elf didn't come out.

Hill felt that although it was an excuse, Frank was indeed improving his semi-artifact.

Otherwise, he would always come and ask where this moon tree came from.

A mage will never rely on guesswork to determine the authenticity of something.

Hill came back in such a hurry because he planned to wait and watch the excitement.

The Elf God King should be about to make his decision.

A few days ago, Hill thought that he would attack the moon ring directly against the attacks of the three gods. Otherwise, he should have changed the name of the mixed moon elves as soon as the moon trees appeared.

However, he just watched without taking action or changing his name, and postponed it until the last day.

Hill really didn't know what kind of mood it was that made the God King delay for so long.

Hill opened an elf magic book in his hand and looked at it every once in a while.

This kind of ancient magic book from the Forest of Elves is made of a special kind of leaves. Hill has always suspected that they were leaves dropped from their world tree.

That feeling was very strange. Every time Hill's hands touched the pages of the book, he felt a sense of vicissitudes of life.

The Elf God King would not tell the whole world about his name change.

The embarrassing thing can only be done by the queen of the Elf Forest.

She will issue letters of credence to the major human kingdoms and dwarves, announcing some changes in the elves.

Of course, with the temper of the Elf Forest, no elves would be willing to go out and deliver such a letter of credence.

They had to struggle for a while, and finally found an unlucky guy with enough status but no power to take on this important responsibility.

Of course ordinary people can only wait for notification, but there is another way to know immediately.

The elves' own magical book.

Back then, in order to express their friendliness to human mages, they specially gave away many ancient magic books made of this special material.

Human mages have long discovered that as long as there are any special decrees issued by the God King himself in the Elven Forest, the contents of these books will also directly change.

Hill waited quietly.

He was quite curious as to what names the Elf God King could give these unfortunates.

Hill tilted his chin and listened to the soft singing of Lily of the Valley. The light green pages of the magic book on the table suddenly glowed slightly.

Hill found that on the page he opened, the words "Moon Elf" had indeed begun to change, and he immediately concentrated on reading.

After being stunned for a few seconds, he slapped the table and laughed.

What the hell are Darkmoon elves?

What should I do if he tells the truth?

Could it be that the Elf God King felt embarrassed and just changed his name casually without anyone asking?

Did he give the name Dark Moon just to slap the Silver Moon Goddess in the face?

Will the hybrid moon elves directly betray the Elf Forest?

A burst of laughter suddenly erupted from the city lord's mansion below.

It seems that William also has this magic book of elves in his hand.

There must be quite a few legends waiting there to watch, and this shocking laughter almost resonates with the elements.

Hill turned his head slightly and looked outside the study. Adrian had hurriedly landed on Hill's deck.

"Hill, do you have the elf's magic book with you?"

"I've seen it." Hill raised the book in his hand.

"Then you don't need it, right?" Adrian narrowed his eyes with a smile, "Give it to me."

Hill handed the book to him: "Uncle Adrian didn't bring it with you?"

"No." Adrian said simply, "Most of these magic books boast about the power of elves. Who would read them except when learning elves? I'm just here to try, but you really carry it with you!" "

Hill laughed: "My intuition tells me that it will be useful to bring it."

Adrien rolled his eyes.