Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

The undead walked out of the town from the east gate one after another, looking like they were planning to open up wasteland.

Hill couldn't help but ask Liszt: "Are they planning to expand? For the undead, they don't need such a big place, right?"

"Corellon must have decided that the elves who are unwilling to go to Evermeet Island will want to settle here." Lister replied, "The scope of the town is too small.

He issued a mission to expand the town of Aglaia. But it also requires the planting of various flowers, plants and trees.

The forest next to it must also be included, and the group of wood elf druids have already agreed.

We have all seen the city's construction drawings, and the panorama has been prepared. I suspect that William helped him make it, it looks a bit familiar.

Mr. Linn felt that he was planning to build an elf city here.

But Corellon can do whatever he wants. Mr. Linn said that we just need to cooperate. Anyway, Corellon will provide its own money and effort.

Other forces will not object, even Waterdeep City, which is most affected, cannot speak.

No one on the northern continent can stop the father of the elves from thinking. No one can discuss with the elves what first come, first served. "

Hill nodded.

Anyway, he plans to be the hands-off shopkeeper, so Corellon can just let him do whatever he wants!

He can do it if he is the city lord, but no one can do it except him.

As for the Elf Queen on Evermeet Island, Hill knew very well that if she ever returned to the mainland, it would be the day when the Supreme Forest returned to the hands of the elves.

It was impossible for her to go anywhere else.

Although he didn't know Linn's ambitions, Hill also set his sights on the port.

The undead can build, but letting them manage it is impossible.

Hill remembered that Lynn said that his cousins ​​all came from naval families?

"Liszt." Hill whispered, "Tell Linn that the port needs to start being under the management of the mayor's mansion. I have built the lighthouse and port management center, and he only needs to arrange for people to go in."

Since we have welcomed the undead, there will definitely be other ships trying to stay. Our location here is actually very good, but it is quite dangerous.

It doesn't require a lot of people. Most of our caravans here probably still don't dare to come. It is estimated that the majority are elves. "

"Sir." Liszt couldn't help but ask, "Does the port still have requirements for the camp?"

"Of course." Hill laughed, "I'm not trying to make money. The port is not intended to be open to everyone, and ships and people from the evil camp are not allowed to enter.

The time and space artifact will definitely only detect evil and will not affect people from other camps. "

Liszt nodded and went to coordinate with Lin En.

In fact, the town control core of the God of Time and Space is really easy to use. It knows exactly what is happening in the entire city, and the city owner can completely rule by doing nothing.

Of course, the city lord must at least ensure that his strength is not bad, and he must be careful about assassinations.

But at least there will be a lot less backstabbing in my city.

The only problem is that the God of Time and Space will also know it.

It would be fine if Hill had a floating castle, but ordinary noble lords in Salar would be very troubled.

Of course William couldn't see what was going on in their home, but he knew exactly who came to their home.

People who don't care if William knows about it and are more open-minded will enjoy this core of control, and most importantly, the undead will be more controlled.

Given absolute freedom and security, most people will still choose safety.

Hill looked at the undead below again. They seemed to be very used to it. The first step in a new world was always to build their own base.

Hill always felt that William did this to make the undead cherish the city.

At least most people would not like the city they built with their own hands to be destroyed.

The undead who dare to take action will most likely be suppressed by others.

The undead are most powerful when they are fighting against themselves.

Hill suddenly blinked his eyes and fell into deep thought: Are the undead here called Trasil elves?

What's his name?

This title always reminded him of some uncomfortable memories.

Moreover, the undead always think those elves are fools!

What price did Corellon pay to get the undead to admit that he was related to the group of Trasil elves?

That’s why the undead would say, is it Corellon who gives out money in exchange for money?

Hill shook his head and pulled back his thoughts. He would know sooner or later.

He walked back to the desk and sat down, looked at the various seeds in the box, and after flipping through them, he had an idea.

Quins' plants were not, as Alice said, perfectly fine.

The will of the world in this world is chaotic, so even though many plants look similar, they are not the same kind at all.

From the moment the seeds germinate, they grow randomly according to the external environment, and their genes are not stable at all.

Hill pondered for a while, and from the looks of these seeds: Quins probably even the earth is unstable.

It does not refer to the earth's crust or the like, in which case life cannot be born in that world, but refers to the land.

Probably it is fertile soil today and desert tomorrow.

Coupled with the unpredictable weather, it is indeed difficult to survive.

But equally, these plants are very tenacious and can adapt to most environments.

However, it is impossible for creatures like treants and tree elves to appear. All their willpower insists on how to survive.

The seeds of Quins' world contain very powerful vitality, and Hill already understands why there is still life in that chaotic world.

It is possible that one strawberry can meet a person's daily needs for survival.

Hill wanted to see what the plants would become once stable genetics were generated.

He took out a new semi-artifact seed bag, divided out half of the seeds in these small bags and stuffed them in. Then he only had to wait for a while before Hill could get the results of the analysis.

However, it is best not to put those from different worlds together, otherwise, the optimization function of the seed bag will be easily disturbed.

If this kind of vitality can be maintained but the genetics are stable, then Hill will have something very remarkable.

Like the legendary fruit of life.

Hill was a little excited.

The remaining half is sealed by the oak spirit in the pendant. No matter what kind of seeds, Hill will keep some of the most original ones.

Hill took out the boxes of gems from the bottom of the box. They were indeed strange and beautiful.

The insides of these gemstones all seem to be flowing, and they all have a kind of vitality.

The most basic ability is to keep people young.

As Alice said, this is indeed something the Queen would collect like crazy.

Even for Alice herself, it has no other use except to look good.

Hill put away most of the gems, leaving only a brilliant golden gem. The liquid flowing inside was very similar to the fire of the sun.

He walked out of the terrace and waved to the peacock who was still watching curiously above the clouds: "Dear Lord of the Dawn, do you want to come down for a drink?"

The golden peacock fluttered its feathers and soon glided down, earning the undead girl a crazy scream.

Even many people who had been working in the wilderness came back. This big golden peacock seemed to really attract the attention of girls.

Ransander proudly circled the town in mid-air, fully displaying his beautiful feathers before landing on the terrace.

Liszt had already prepared the wine. Next to the transparent crystal cup, the golden gemstones were even more dazzling.

Lansander's attention was indeed attracted: "Hill! What kind of gem is this? Is it from your world?"

"It's a small world called Quins." Hill replied with a smile, "Corellon knows where it is, but you shouldn't be able to pass through his star gate, right?"

"Corillon..." With his beautiful big wings spread out, Lansander lay on the table in frustration, staring at the golden gem, "He hasn't talked to me for centuries."

"Myth Drannor was completely destroyed this time. Is your Tower of the Sun okay?" Hill asked in confusion.

How could Lansendre be so free and still come to his place to watch the fun? Wasn't his tower destroyed?

"Ah! They collapsed together." Ransander said nonchalantly, "It's okay, my believers are good at rebuilding."

"Is there any need to rebuild there?" Lansander used to like the city of Mis Drannor, but now he can't even talk about the ruins.

"I can do it if I like it." Lansander said absentmindedly, "The mystery lock there is still there, and I want to study it carefully. Myst Drannor's mystery lock is much more powerful than the one you have here, and it can kill a floating city directly. !

My believers have found the floating city's energy, and it has been drained directly.

Hill, that thing can support a floating city for tens of thousands of years, and it was actually killed by the Mystic Lock!

How on earth is it done? It's a pity that Mysrien didn't pay attention to me either.

I'm really, really curious. "

Hill was silent. He was a little embarrassed at first, but now he felt that if Lansander's attention was really transferred to Quines, Toril's World Will would have to thank him.

Mysrien has been deceived by you and only a remnant soul is left. How can you have the nerve to ask him about the principle of the Mystic Lock?

Although he did not die directly in the Disaster of Dawn, if most of the believers were not gone, Mysrien would not have fallen like that later.

If he really got this guy away, Hill felt that he had done a lot of good deeds.

If Toril also paid attention to the merits sent from heaven, there would be a sea of ​​waterfalls falling from his head!

"Why is the inside of this gem unstable?" Lansander still couldn't hold back and used his wings to pull a gem to his head.

"I don't know either." Hill said with a smile, "But the person who gave me this told me that the world of Quins is unstable, and even the earth and air are changing at any time."

Ransander was indeed interested: "Are there no gods there?"

Hill smiled and said, "I don't know about that. However, the new Trasil elves are all adventurers."