Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

The undead were setting off in separate groups, and Hill thought they were excited.

Maybe it’s because the land of ice and snow is full of ice spirits and snow monsters? It is indeed very different from the monsters they usually fight.

Especially those who have fought against the King of Insects' men. The evil god's men have long since lost their human form. If you want to become his believer, you have to merge with an insect spirit.

Although it can make an ordinary person reach the top of the great knight class in an instant, in this world with so many gods, those who would give up their lives and choose to follow the Insect King are mostly desperate Avengers.

Therefore, most of the followers of the King of Insects hate humans very much, and what they hate to see the most is human happiness.

The residents of the Insect Kingdom are becoming less and less like humans, and most of them live together with insects. Basically, if you kill one, you will kill a whole nest.

Maybe it's because not many people are willing to be ridden by bugs. Even though the Bug Kingdom occupies the most resource-rich area in the south, no one bothers them.

The undead really poked a hornet's nest this time, and even those who weren't afraid of those ugly pictures found it a bit unbearable.

The Kingdom of Winter is different, especially a kind of ice and snow fairy. Although it is very lethal, it looks really good-looking.

It looks like a four-winged elf carved out of crystal. It is only as big as a palm, waving a small wand, wearing a transparent crystal skirt, and flashing transparent butterfly wings. It is indeed eye-catching.

Hill also thought they were cute, but unfortunately these little goblins had no intelligence, and they would disappear as soon as they left the realm of the Winter Goddess.

"Sir." Liszt appeared, "Xueyunfeng would like to ask you, if you are separated from the magic tower, can you still answer me?"

Hill blinked. How could the Kingdom of Winter still have the ability to consume so much of the undead? What do they want to do?

Moreover, the point of "Xueyun Peak" is not to be separated from the magic tower, but to return to the blue. It's not that they don't know what the magic tower is used for, they just politely used a less straightforward term.

"What do they want to do?" Hill couldn't help but ask.

"I listen to what they want. If the Kingdom of Winter is defeated quickly, they will hold an ice sculpture competition." Liszt said as calmly as possible, "They will make the ice themselves, but they may need a large-scale mana replenishment in the middle. ."

Hill nodded helplessly: "For the sake of my friends who have traveled thousands of miles to help me, it's okay to make an exception once in a while."

Liszt went to inform the undead, and loud cheers came from outside.

The undead rushed towards the Kingdom of Winter almost in high spirits. They left no one to defend themselves. As long as Hill did not leave the magic tower, the undead did not feel that their ruined camp had anything to defend.

Hill glanced at the camp outside the magic tower. The undead had already drawn a defensive circle all over the wall.

Sometimes, manpower is a really unsolvable problem.

For the same job, even if Hill, a magic circle with such a low level, could paint one in a few minutes, it would not be possible to paint such a long city wall overnight.

They have even widened the inside of the city wall to allow 20 people to walk side by side.

Although it is just a simple stone wall, it is enough for the defenders to stand on, and there will not be too many enemies on Hill's side.

Although he was also put on a bounty, it was incomparable to that at Stargate.

The Church of the Gold Coin Goddess did not spend much effort on Hill's side, but placed most of the bounty on the star gate.

Especially the reward for breaking the star gate, that is what really makes those gods tempted.

Hill no longer doubts who the goddess of gold coins is. Except for Wo Jin, no one in the multiverse is so rich.

Although she didn't take action personally, she was on the verge of crossing the line. She didn't know who gave her the courage to dare to step up in this world under the sight of so many powerful powers.

Could it be that he hid in a place where he thought there was absolutely no problem?

What gave Vol'jin the illusion that her own judgment was absolutely fine? Six-fingered Graz'zt, the ruler of the decadent life of the Abyss?

If we still believe in the credibility of the evil camp, Wo'jin will definitely suffer another big loss.

Maybe the painful fall from moderate divine power made her lose her mind?

Hill raised his hand with the Ring of Winter and waved it gently, and heavy snow began to fall outside.

Different from the chilling ice and snow brought by the Winter Goddess, the snowflakes summoned by Hill's hand were calm and gentle, flying in the air, and soon turned the ground that was trampled by the undead into a All white.

As Hill thought, the battle in the Kingdom of Winter ended quickly, but the follow-up matters were very troublesome.

The believers of the Winter Goddess slipped almost all the way. The only real opponents of the undead were the ice fairies and puppets.

The Furious camp relies on coercion to rule its territory, and there are not many devout believers at all.

Moreover, because of the self-isolation of the Winter Goddess, most people in the Kingdom of Winter are neutral to evil, and there are not many true evil believers.

After all, they believe in the goddess of winter just to live a better life in the ice and snow.

The one who has no other ability can only make the entire winter kingdom colder and colder. All the citizens can only survive the winter by becoming her believers and even priestesses.

Her priestesses made their fortune primarily by working as postmen, delivery boys, and errand girls in the harsh winter weather.

Such a country actually held back the pace of the undead. They originally thought they could get through the customs all the way, but they almost didn't find the Winter Goddess Temple, but they found their destination with the help of locals.

When they smashed the temple, only the endless ice fairies and puppets were stopping them. The human priestesses would fight desperately to take action.

They are all those glowing red, and they must have committed a lot of evil.

They know that even if they surrender, it will be useless and they will still die, so these high-level priestesses can only be loyal to their main god.

There is no point in escaping. Even if the Winter Goddesses really come back alive, they will not appreciate them leaving behind a useful body.

The undead sent a dejected mage back to inform Hill that the ice sculpture competition would be postponed.

They had just smashed the main temple of the Winter Goddess and now needed to clean up the entire country.

If you're not lucky, you might not even be able to finish it before spring comes.

Hill stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor of the magic tower, pointing to the mage standing on the ground at the falling snowflakes in the sky: "If you need it, I can help you at any time."

The consumption of undead mages floating in the air is much greater than that of normal mages, so they fall to the ground most of the time, even at the legendary level.

They need more than an hour of meditation to completely return to blue. Otherwise, they have to buy blue pills. Most people are not that luxurious.

Hill had long been accustomed to talking to undead mages on the ground, but he remembered the face of the person in front of him very clearly. This was the big boss who had bought him three alchemy cabins and an exquisite carriage.

The undead can spend a lot of money for pleasure, but they will care about the consumption of a bottle of blue medicine. Although it may be difficult for people in the fantasy world to understand, the undead have their own set of logic.

Hill thought of his past self, who bought furniture and clothes but not potions, and felt that he could understand their thinking.

The decadent mage was instantly happy. He knew that since Hill said so, he would definitely help them make it snow for a day.

Although they can also attract ice and snow, it is a short-term spell effect. Once it stops, it will return to normal quickly. There is no way to make the weather cool down. The ice sculpture needs more than just a period of coldness.

The undead don't have the consciousness to work hard while others are playing, and they will only think why it's not me who is playing there.

He happily flew into the sky and rushed towards the large group of people as fast as he could, completely forgetting that he could use his tablet to announce the good news.

Hill suddenly laughed and arrived at his laboratory happily.

Alice had found some materials for him, and he had to start working. Hill decided to make some frost protection potion first.

It looks like the undead will be staying in the Land of Winter for a long time.

"Why are you so happy, sir?" Liszt didn't understand. "Isn't it because the undead people can't come back to participate in this ice sculpture competition? Although they made a little noise, it was very interesting!"

"Of course she is the beautiful winter goddess, she is probably finished now." Hill replied calmly, "The fact that she hasn't come back from the underground for so long can only prove that she is not strong enough or she hasn't met that Los.

But now, with the main temple gone, she has completely fallen off the throne. Even if she found a place to wait for death, she would not give her last bit of divine power to Los.

That guy won't be polite. His useless subordinate is only qualified to make food.

I still remember the arrogance of this winter goddess that morning! "

"But, didn't the husband let her go by himself?" Liszt couldn't understand what Hill was thinking at all.

"That can't be helped." Hill looked at his fingers, "I'm wearing the Ring of Winter on my hand, so I have to save some face for the Frost Girl outside.

But her end is so miserable, I will still be happy! "

"Sir, he is becoming more and more like a real mage." Liszt said suddenly.

"Why? I originally thought that my mysophobia didn't make me look like a mage at all!" Hill asked curiously.

"My husband is doing things more and more as he pleases." Liszt sighed. "In the past, I could use logical thinking to deduce my husband's choices."

"Is that a warlock?"

"Warlocks are not qualified to do whatever they want, sir." Liszt replied, "Few warlocks would be as dismissive of gods as you are, even if they are false gods."

Hill was stunned for a while, and finally figured out that even if a warlock reaches the legendary stage, it is difficult for him to break away from the law and move forward alone.

Hill is different, he truly controls the laws where he lives.

Even if one day the various skills given to him by nature are deprived of him, he can still rely on the laws he has mastered to re-establish the spell cycle.

He has embraced freedom.