Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

During the time when the undead were trapped in the Kingdom of Winter, Liszt could feel the occasional fluctuations outside the magic tower.

Before the undead went to the Kingdom of Winter, they handed over the management of the camp center they built to Liszt.

For Liszt, who once controlled the entire territory, these relatively simple magic circles were easy to control.

In fact, these magic circles are not very strong. Even if Liszt reacts obviously to the elemental fluctuations outside, it is actually difficult to detect the existence of the false god.

But people in this world cannot understand that the undead would hand over the management of the camp they had worked so hard to build to Hill, who was obviously not a companion.

After sneaking into the undead camp, they often hide in the shadows of alchemy huts all over the ground, where the elemental fluctuations are obvious.

If talking about these false gods, Hill still needs to estimate who their original bodies are. He really has no intention of letting go of those legends who have only managed to escape with his own feet at this time.

The Pantheon’s bounty is actually not the highest on Hill’s side.

But there are always people who think that he is just a legendary mage, and as long as there are more people, even with a magic tower, he can be easily killed.

Hill suspected that the Gold Coin Church, the most well-informed church on the mainland, had concealed from these people the fact that the Four Furious Gods were actually abolished in Hill's hands.

This was the first time that Hill had killed so many people. The mages did not come to trouble him, but swordsmen, knights, shamans, thieves, and even some chosen ones came in large numbers.

Hill was angry at first, but then he felt it didn't matter. He just took this opportunity to see more about various professions in other worlds.

The inheritance of Trasil is actually very old, probably because most of the professions were passed down from the elves.

Hill gently waved his hand, and the meteor shower once again hit a fool who didn't know how to live or die. Of course, this skill was originally called Meteor Falling from the Sky, but Hill also habitually followed the undead and called it Meteor Shower.

"Even if the Gold Coin Church has blocked the news and so many people have died, why would there still be fools coming out?" Hill asked quietly, "Is there something wrong with the professions of these last people?"

"There are more thieves." Liszt did the math and replied immediately, "Those who can only attack the camp head-on are becoming fewer and fewer, and those who come behind are all thieves who can become invisible."

"No." Hill shook his head. "No matter what world they are in, thieves are not idiots who cannot beat them but still have to fight hard, unless they have some compelling reason."

Especially those who reach the legendary level, all of them are masters of backstabbing, well-informed, and quick escape are the most basic skills of thieves.

"Although we can't see their true appearance, some of the thieves who came at the end were humans, and some were halflings or dwarfs. They were all very short."

Hill estimated that in the past two days, hundreds of legends had died in his hands.

Even if the legends in this world are not valuable, they are all fake legends similar to those of the undead, which should be a big blow to the forces behind them.

Hill was suddenly stunned, "A dwarf or a kobold? Not a halfling, they are a bit thicker."

Liszt tried hard to recall that although Hill's meteor shower killed people very quickly, it always set them on fire, so it was hard to tell what those short thieves looked like after they died.

But the kobolds, no matter how deeply they hide, can still find something different.

It's just that these legends died in relatively peripheral places. Hill didn't like having to deal with the corpses, so he dealt with these guys with evil intentions as far away as possible. Liszt just paid attention to whether they were really dead.

He nodded solemnly: "I was too careless. Indeed, some people seem to have tails and protruding mouths! But there must be a lot of dwarfs, and some of them have their masks burned off first."

Hill looked up into the distance and saw some small black dots appearing on the horizon.

A sporadic undead began to fly to the camp. They were probably some people who didn't like the environment of the Winter Country. They ran away after completing their mission.

According to the habits of the undead, no matter how complicated the task is, once someone completes it first, the large army behind will also complete it quickly.

Hill smiled. The undead army will probably come back soon. Those two false gods who have been squatting in the shadows will be too late if they don't take action today.

After taking a few glances at the false god who was firmly in the shadows, Hill felt a little dazed. Did he overlook something?

Why does the man behind the scenes feel so determined to get his artifact?

"Are there only kobolds in this world?" Hill stood up and found a racial introduction.

It just says that kobolds are a race that lives in volcanoes. They are huge in number, are not afraid of fire by nature, like mining, and are naturally evil.

There was no description of what he really wanted to see.

But this is impossible. If there is no support behind the kobold, how can there be so many legendary thieves?

Hill found out the introductions of gnomes and dwarves and found that most of them were engaged in miners and equipment manufacturing.

Especially dwarfs, they have almost given up all their hobbies and just make jewelry every day.

However, given the characteristics of these two races, no famous equipment or jewelry has come out for thousands of years!

He stood up and found the auction brochures of the Golden Years Chamber of Commerce over the years.

This chamber of commerce likes to collect their famous auction products into volumes and give them to some big customers for appreciation.

In fact, it is to allow them to prepare money early.

No matter which world it is in, as long as it is an auction, a slightly smarter businessman will actually reach this point.

When Hill bought second-hand books, he often saw these exquisite pamphlets. He was really glad that he was not picky and accepted all the books that were not available.

He looked at it for a long time. In a world with such a long history, there really was no such gorgeous jewelry that had been passed down for a long time!

Hill glanced at the Ring of Winter on his finger. The exquisite frost gem was shining with alluring light.

He found a book about races other than humans, and found a little introduction to goblins.

Goblins, in this world, have become slaves of kobolds!

There were obviously hundreds of thousands of them, but in the end they were controlled by kobolds who were said to have only tens of thousands of people.

Hill looked a little dazed. If the number of goblins exceeds a certain level, it will really become a disaster.

If the kobolds were really that strong, they would have become the masters of the entire Faerûn continent.

Hill glanced at the camp outside. The faster mage had already landed on the wall of the camp.

Hill noticed that they changed direction in the air. They originally wanted to return to where his family was, but they suddenly changed direction in mid-air.

These were probably the undead who wanted to go back to their alchemy huts to rest, and noticed the corpses on the outside of the camp.

They discussed in whispers for a while, then raised their hands high and built a wall of fire outside the camp.

This time, Liszt no longer had to worry about someone pretending to be dead. The undead seemed to be used to cleaning up the battlefield so neatly.

Hill had long discovered that the undead could not pick up corpses. No matter who they killed, except for the space rings and weapons on their hands, their eyes could not see the equipment on the corpses at all.

William and the God of Time and Space actually considered a lot, not just to prevent the undead from seeing the blood in front of them.

Hill looked outside and suddenly took out a particularly luxurious set of mage equipment from the pendant.

From forehead crowns to earrings, from bracelets to armbands, we have them all.

This element-added jewelry in the style of Salar's palace was given to him by Adrian.

When Hill became a legend, Adrian gave him a lot of flashy things. In fact, his jewelry making skills were not as good as Melanie's. It was a complete waste of gems.

But this was Adrian's kindness. He also asked Hill to take it apart and sell it when needed. But Hill had no intention of selling this set of jewelry even when he was the poorest.

Adrian was not someone who often made alchemy equipment. This was a gift he made with his own hands to congratulate Hill, and Hill still cherished it.

But Hill had no interest in carrying it with him. Such large elemental gems strung together had no other meaning besides being heavy.

But today is a good time for them to appear.

When Hill appeared in the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor of the Magic Tower with Hill on his body, a shadow in the camp quickly fluctuated. Although there was movement in another place, it was more subtle.

Unlike here, it was simply telling Hill of his existence.

Probably knowing that he couldn't hide anymore, the tall figure in the shadow jumped up, and two rays of silver light directly pierced the crystal floor-to-ceiling window in front of Hill.

The undead on the city wall screamed angrily, and Hill was even in the mood to listen to what they were saying.

Then he couldn't help but twist the corners of his mouth.

The minds of the undead are really jumping around! When they were so anxious, they could still shout: "Bitch thief, put down that beautiful boy, or else I will give you ten thousand years!"

Or something like "Isn't the teacher beautiful? Why do you want to steal a man?"

Hill sighed, his curiosity was really out of place.

The tall thief's two swords hit the crystal window directly, sparking a burst of violent sparks, and the undead fireball also rushed towards his head across half the camp.

However, Hill's attention was attracted by the small figure that jumped out directly from behind the tall thief. He almost rushed to the crystal window following the two swords.

They cooperate so well. Although they are not of the same race, they have a tacit understanding!

Unfortunately, all their calculations were based on the fact that the crystal window could be smashed directly by the person in front.

Unfortunately, in their imagination, the mage who had the floor-to-ceiling window smashed and was scrambling to defend himself was not stabbed directly into the heart by the little thief's dagger.

The windows that looked clear and transparent were not broken at all.

They only harvested a few dozen large fireballs.