Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Hill knew that what he needed now was a map.

Then he would find a way to find the seaside. Since Aglaia's clone had followed him to Faerun, his trip couldn't be in vain.

Maybe he can establish his name as a god before this clone dissipates!

Hill was a little worried about bullying other gods, but Hill felt that he could still handle the offshore goddess.

Hill chatted with Dashu all the time, and in the end he only got a piece of bad news.

This is a very cold mountain range, and winter lasts for so long that even such tall trees can only stay awake for half a year.

And there are dragons.

Although the color of the big tree cannot be distinguished, at least it can be determined that there is more than one color.

There is a very cold northern mountain range with a dragon's lair. Hill sighed softly. He couldn't be in the Nether Mountains, right?

He braced himself and asked the tree carefully, and finally determined his location.

Although he landed near the dragon's lair, these blue dragons had just fought and lost many of their men. There were no patrolling hobgoblins in the edge areas where Hill was.

Hill remembers this blue dragon family called the ‘Blood of Moremi’.

This is the largest dragon lair near the Silver Moon Alliance and originally contained six blue dragons.

He remembered that two young couples killed his own father and drove his mother away.

It seems that he also had a fight with a believer of the cruel goddess Lovita because of something.

Of course, the most important reason why Hill will remember these dragons is that they created the dragon-veined hobgoblins.

Boring people always focus on subtle things like this.

It left some benefits for myself now. At least Hill could confirm his location. Now, he only needs to go south to reach the Silver Moon Alliance.

It seemed that the battle between them and Lovita's monastery was over, which created a lot of convenience for Hill.

Although he is not afraid of these dragons, Hill does not like trouble.

After confirming the direction, he said goodbye to the big tree that had helped him, gave him a gift, and ran towards the south without looking back.

Where in Faerûn could there be a better place for Ciel than Silvermoon City?

As a result of the blue dragon here going crazy, Hill also remembered that he went towards the orcs.

And Silver Moon City is almost a paradise for mages. Of course, you have to be rich.

If you don't have money, you can only rely on your own talents. The Supreme Lady Alastor likes to help talented young people.

Although Hill didn't have Faerun's money, he brought a lot of gold bars with relatively pure texture.

As soon as he thought about the knowledge that could be bought with money, he jumped excitedly among the branches.

When he moved, Hill could feel the faint dragon pressure.

Hill had no sense of danger at all.

As expected, the ordinary dragon clan had no pressure on him, and even the spiritual sense did not issue any warning.

Sure enough, as soon as he got started, he encountered the ancient red dragon and two dragon kings, which made him misjudge the dragon clan.

Hill quickly left the Blue Dragon's territory and bypassed the Destruction Fortress.

He still couldn't help but look at it, but the people standing guard here were still ordinary hobgoblins.

After finally confirming the height of the hobgoblin, Hill looked back in the direction of the cave in confusion.

Although I have long heard that dragons only need to be female, but the gap is too big, right?

Hill opened his wings of wind and thunder and flew into the sky, looking around.

The place he came out of was the edge of the desert, so he should be flying westward.

Sure enough, he saw the first small town not long after flying.

Hill, who didn't want to stop at first, saw a large number of half-elves in the town below. He couldn't help but feel something in his heart and fell down.

This place is very close to the Supreme Forest, so maybe we can hear some news.

However, before falling down, the crystal flower coat must be converted into a traditional mage robe, the undead type. Although it is easy to move, it is too abrupt here.

Hill only hoped that those goddesses of love and beauty had seen too much of the refreshing robes and beautiful skirts of the undead girls and could spread the word when they came back, otherwise Hill would no longer be used to such spacious robes.

People in the Silver Moon Alliance have long been accustomed to mages flying around, and not many people expressed curiosity about Hill's appearance.

Of course, the attitude of respect is always there.

Faerun's legal profession has not been hit yet, and he is still a magician now!

Hill strolled through this small town called Cuelva and observed the higher-level professionals. They seemed to like going to a tavern.

Hill felt the friendly and peaceful atmosphere of this forest town, and couldn't help but follow him into the lively Ming Deer Tavern.

"Hey~ Outsider, do you want a drink?" Hill received a cheerful greeting as soon as he walked in.

"I only drink fruit wine." Hill replied casually, and quickly sat down at the last empty table.

The professionals here are mainly rangers, and no one will make fun of him for not drinking strong alcohol.

However, there was still a loud noise in the tavern, and many people stamped their feet and raised their glasses.

"Haha! I'm telling you, if you look like this, you must be a half-elf!" A half-elf wearing an elf leather armor shouted cheerfully, "Those who lose the bet must pay the money!"

"Did he admit it? It's not normal for a mage to speak Elvish!" A human warrior shouted dissatisfied.

"Stop struggling, Tyne, his words are all typical golden elf language. This is not what mages learn." The bartender who first asked Hill brought Hill a glass of pure golden wine on a tray.

"Dear Mr. Mage, please forgive us for being bored. Summer is coming to an end soon. After the heavy snow closed the mountains, we can spend this year safely again.

They were all a little overexcited. The bartender smiled and spoke to Hill in Elvish, "Did you just leave the forest, sir?" I don’t know how you use common language? "

Hill blinked and replied slowly: "Not bad. Is there anything I can eat?" He changed to common language.

"Your way of speaking is too classical." The bartender shook his head, "It's okay to communicate with a mage, but it may be a bit difficult for ordinary people.

The elders in your family probably haven't been out for a long time, right? I remember this was a favorite word in the Nether era. "

Hill nodded silently: According to the time calculation in Faerun, the Elf God King and the others seemed to be antiques from a long time ago.

"Are you planning to go to Silver Moon City?" the bartender said cheerfully, "Wait a minute, I'll go get you one of our most famous signature meals."

"Please call me Hill." Hill thought for a moment, smiled and said to the friendly bartender.

"I'm Lynn." The bartender who was about to reach the bar replied loudly, "I'm a chanter!"

Followers of Myriel, the god of song!

It seems that this is a bard who works part-time as a priest.

Soon, Linn came out holding a large iron plate: on the left were two seafood hot dogs, which were mixed with seafood and cheese sauce and stuffed into hot dog buns.

In the middle are salty lamb chops stacked into a hill.

On the right is sausage and a couple of large meatballs. Underneath the sausage is a generous helping of mashed potatoes.

"Try it!" Lin En put the big iron plate in front of Hill. "This is our family's signature meal! It doesn't even exist in Silver Moon City! Many people come from far away for this!"

A roar of laughter came from the side: "Lynn! You've gone too far! One day, you'll be doomed if the chef from Silvery Moon City comes to your door!"

Hill laughed and pointed to the seat opposite: "Let's chat with me! It's my first time here and I really don't know anything. You can order whatever you want to drink and I'll treat you."

Linn nodded with satisfaction and went back to get himself a glass of wine.

Hill could feel that what he was getting was not expensive wine. After all, many of the rangers sitting around were drinking this.

"This is Aquavit." Linn said to Hill with a smile, "It's too cold in the north! You'll get used to drinking this kind of strong wine after staying here for a long time. If you're not used to it now, don't drink it if others encourage you! This wine is really It's so strong that it can even knock down those dwarfs."

Hill couldn't help but shake his head and smile: "I am a mage, there is no way I can drink strong alcohol."

Then there was crazy laughter, and some people were even whistling and stamping their feet.

Hill was a little confused. Mages can't drink in the first place! It's the same no matter which world it is, right?

"They are not laughing at you." Linn sighed, "You seem to be an academic and don't know what a wild mage is like. They say you can't even cast fire magic without drinking.

They were happy that next time they would team up with the mage to patrol, they could ridicule those guys. "

Hill blinked, not knowing what to say.

It's normal for a mage to drink secretly, but drinking to the point where even the rangers look down on him is too depraved.

"Mage, why did you come in?" The half-elf, who had gone around to collect the money, jumped over, "Those guys are always bought and drank, and they never refuse to sit in."

"But this is a place for drinking and eating." Hill said calmly, "Of course you can come in and eat when you are hungry."

"Hey~" the half-elf laughed, "Don't be angry~ It's just that it's rare for a mage to be willing to enter a place where a ranger warrior stays. Your elders didn't say anything?"

Hill raised his eyes and looked at him: "The nobility of a mage lies in the heart, not in who he sits with to eat."

He showed a sharp smile and condensed a ball of lightning on his fingers: "The truth is within the range, isn't it?"

The half-elf smirked and stepped back: "Sorry, sorry! I won't interrupt your chat."

"Can you put that thing away?" Linn stood beside him holding his wine glass, not daring to sit down, "I always feel like it will explode in my face!

Your mage level must be very high. "

Hill nodded reservedly: "Not bad."

He picked up the knife and fork and began to eat slowly. His graceful posture made Linn couldn't help but sigh: "Did you grow up with a complete set of elf education?"

"No, my father's family is a noble." Hill swallowed a mouthful of sausage before replying, "Is this venison? It tastes really good."

"That's right, our specialty here." Lin En replied with a smile, "If you like it, buy more. The ones in Silver Moon City are full of spices and have no meaty taste."

Hill thought for a moment before asking: "Can I wrap it up?"

Please give me a monthly ticket~