Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Above the white clouds, Hill, who released a cloud house, stopped his busy hands.

The little flower fairies who were trying to establish a good relationship with the lily of the valley and windmill jasmine released by Hill urged Hill to quickly arrange the nest of the magic plants.

Hill smiled helplessly.

Although these magic plants can absorb the magic power in the air to survive, they still prefer more nutritious soil. Hill has to arrange two flower beds for them every time.

He did the job quickly, opened all the isolation circles in Yunwu, and used the fifth chapter of the magic book without hesitation.

The illusion magic circle on this cloud house was made of Trasil's silver moon fragments as spell energy. Even in Woking, Hill felt that she couldn't find herself.

However, Hill still needs to be wary of strong men allied with Woking, such as Bane.

This kind of guy is a savage sect who can sweep away all the clouds in the sky even if he can't find them.

Hill really didn't expect that he would hear news about Wojin again in Ten Towns.

But it is actually understandable. Although the relationship between the ten towns in the North and the barbarians has always been somewhat unclear, the people in the town of Bryn Shander will definitely not have any news with the barbarians.

They have always hated the barbarian rebellion back then.

Although the target of the barbarians is not this town, they don't care whether they hurt these useless humans when chasing the enemy.

Businessmen like Shizhen who knew the news would rarely spread it at the risk of offending a true god, and Tempus was not a generous god.

Besides, just because he hates Vol'jin, it doesn't mean that he and Vol'jin will become mortal enemies.

Otherwise, Wojin's believers would not hide here, they could go to other continents!

Wherever there are merchants, friends of merchants will never fail to believe in them.

But whether this believer is a trustworthy servant or a madman who dares to trade with gods as equals depends on Wo'jin's luck.

Hill felt that there was no such thing as luck for the goddess of wealth who always made wrong choices.

He returned to the room, feeling the cool breath on the clouds in Icewind Valley, and happily began to flip through the books in his hand, especially a few black stone books, the words on them were not just ancient elven script.

Some of the patterns mixed in are obviously dragon language.

And a book written in dragon language, even a children's story, should be a magical object.

But there is absolutely no magic in these books.

However, although the book is made of black stone, the pattern is simple and it looks like a good thing.

So the grocery store owner put these books on the top of the box of broken books. Even if they were covered with dust, they might attract the attention of some businessmen who thought they had an appreciation level.

However, Hill estimates that most people cannot understand this ancient Elvish language. Apart from mages who study runes, it is estimated that only scholars who study ancient books will learn it.

Even if a few passing mages could understand it occasionally, they probably wouldn't be interested in those elf children's pillow stories.

People who can tell at a glance that there is something wrong with the pattern must either have the heritage of a dragon or understand the divine language.

After the dragon's words were written, they were somewhat similar to the divine words in some respects. Therefore, people like Hill who relied on inheritance to learn reluctantly could generally only write, but there were some problems in speaking.

But Hill was more accustomed to using elven runes, so it didn't matter.

He read this paragraph bit by bit and couldn't help laughing.

Fortunately, his pronunciation was corrected by Terry before, and Hill read out slowly: "Little dragons who study hard can sleep on a bed made of gold coins in the future."

The slate book in his hand slowly changed its shape, and finally turned into black scales, looking blank.

Hill recognized it. It was a black dragon scale.

Of course, he also recognized what these books were: Farisonis' tablet, a secondary artifact of the transformation system.

Although it is understandable why these long-lost things would appear in Ten Towns, this is where the dragons and ancient elves used to live together when their relationship was still good.

But Hill was actually a little confused for a moment. He couldn't tell whether it was his own luck or whether the world of Toril was playing tricks on him.

He looked down at the seemingly blank scales and stroked them gently and carefully with his hand, and sure enough he read the words.

One side of each scale is polished smooth, while the other side still retains its natural rough texture. The famous silver dragon, Farisonisi's work is on the smooth side, written in neat dragon language. The rougher side contains some additional notes, written in ancient Elvish.

The content on these tablets describes how dragons learn, understand and use magic. Even little dragons who have no instruction at all can grow healthily and quickly as long as they have this and combine it with their own inherited knowledge.

As for the ancient Elf language at the back, Hill read it, and most of it was annotations on dragon language magic.

After Hill read it carefully, he was notified of this artifact. Only a person who spent 10 days carefully studying the tablet could gain a 20% immunity against any spell or spell-like spell from a true dragon.

He could feel that this original dragon children's teaching material was changed into a tool to deal with the dragon after it fell into the hands of the ancient elves.

Hill thought about it for a while and felt that the only value of this artifact to him was as a reference, so it should just be a matter of luck, which was easier for him to understand.

The Holy Grail of Amaunata that he encountered earlier was abnormal. Hill's head went numb when he saw it, and the alarm kept ringing in his mind. No matter how you looked at it, it was a trap.

Hill looked up at the sky outside. The sun had slowly shifted, and it was already dusk the next day.

The good harvest on the first day gave him somewhat unrealistic expectations for the collection of books in the Northland. Even though he knew there was little hope, Hill went to collect the books happily.

The grocery store owner was indeed quite capable. Hill actually received nearly 600 books in the next two days.

It's a pity that Hill looked at it several times, but he didn't have any strange feeling.

He was a little discouraged and ushered in the dusk of the third day with dismay.

Although I have been mentally prepared for a long time, there are many mages here in the Ten Towns, especially those red-robed mages from Luskan. Although their character is not very good, their eyesight is not necessarily bad. Compared with the idiots raised by the Black Rod in Waterdeep City, these red robes who are always struggling on the edge of life and death are much stronger, and they will not let go of any opportunity.

But the first day was amazing.

Hill came to Summer's grocery store with a smile and stopped quietly.

After waving his hand to stop Summer from coming out, Hill glanced coldly at the people hiding in the bookstore next to him. Was this kind of illusion formation that combined low-level illusions and shadows trying to hide it from him?

The people in the bookstore pretended to be dead motionless and continued to hide in the shadow of the bookstore. They knew very well that they were just watching and not showing hostility. Generally, mages from this kind camp would not take action against them first.

The mission they received was only surveillance. Of course, the other party also tried to hire them to assassinate. The Thieves Guild was originally a part-time assassin.

But no one is that stupid. The Thieves Guild is better informed than the Harpers.

How this person dealt with those high-level thieves in Silvermoon City has spread to all the shadow walkers in Faerûn.

Unless there is a way to restrict his use of magic, no thief will take action, or who can come up with a spell-breaking dagger that can pierce the shield of a nine-ring mage as the first task reward, otherwise even if it is Mask's oracle, they He won't take action against this archmage either.

Most people who join the ranks of thieves do it to make their lives better. Who expects any thief to have any beliefs in life?

If there is such a thing, then it must be a silly son and silly girl from a noble family who are looking for excitement. They will either become consumable heroes in the epic, or they will die without knowing where they are.

Hill frowned. This kind of attitude of not being afraid of boiling water is indeed a bit annoying.

With a movement of his fingers, he completely sealed off the perimeter of the bookstore to prevent outsiders from entering. Then he placed a trap using a combination of invisible wind and earth magic on this circle, not even on the roof. Pass.

He is indeed very good at dealing with these guys in the shadows. As long as someone steps on them, the strong wind will take them directly to the ground. They will not die, but they will need to climb up for a long time.

These thieves always find it easy to deal with mages from the good camp, but except for those apprentices who have just left the magic tower and only know how to abide by the rules, great mages like Hill have countless kinds of dishes and they don't know how to cook them. A way to force yourself against your inner will.

But have Vol'jin's followers been reduced to paying subordinates to their enemies? Isn’t it true that Mask is rolling with laughter in the Star Realm?

Hill walked into the grocery store thoughtfully, and Summer came up to him with his nephew-like big man with an uneasy expression: "Dear Archmage, I have never leaked any information about you!"

Hill raised his right hand and pressed it down, indicating that he didn't need to care about these things. Hill already knew many things.

Of course, the trap must have been prepared long ago, otherwise even he wouldn't be able to lay it in an instant.

He found Lily of the Valley, not for the little flower fairy.

Although he would not place surveillance spies in all the ten towns, he must have arranged tiny bells sprinkled by lily of the valley in Bryn Shander and Gortas Town.

Suzuran has been with Hill for a long time. The abundant power of nature has given her the strength close to that of a demigod. She no longer needs a living branch to monitor and peep.

As long as Hill throws the small silver bells the size of needlepoints onto the adventurers running around, they will naturally find a safe enough place to land.

They don't have any magic power, they just transmit the words they hear to Suzuran every once in a while, and Suzuran needs to find clues in the complicated messages.

Hill was just reluctant to do this before, but enemies, who cares about their feelings?