Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Lin En looked at the little fairy with a flower crown on Hill's head in surprise: "Flower fairy? Where did you find it? Even in the previous Supreme Forest, they were rarely seen! Even my mother I just heard about it.”

Vera waved her little wand angrily: "Where are your manners? Lord Long-Ears? Vera is right in front of you, who are you talking to?"

Linn quickly controlled his emotions and apologized to Vera in the most sincere tone: "I'm so sorry, beautiful and elegant Flower Fairy, I'm really just too surprised!

I never thought that one day I would be able to see the Flower Fairy with my own eyes. She is as cute and charming as the legend.

For thousands of years, no one has seen the Flower Fairy.

In the fairy tales, the Flower Fairy became completely silent due to the disappearance of her leader. Even when she was in the Happy Court, she was unwilling to deal with anyone.

So, can you forgive me for making a fuss? Lovely Miss Vera. "

Vera tried her best to remain calm and nodded: "Okay! I forgive your lack of knowledge."

Unfortunately, both Hill and Lynn could see her triumphant face and the wings waving rapidly behind her.

She flew up and waved her little fist and told Hill: "I will not allow the leprechaun to enter my place! Squarley can go and have his dream!"

It was because I was deceived by him that I didn't have time to return to my mother.

It's okay for Echitien to come, but definitely not for Siquarle! "

Hill said softly: "You can make the decision regarding matters in the Happy Palace! I don't care, but will Echitien really come? I think it's a bit too attention-grabbing, right?"

"It's not Oberon!" Vera pouted, "And don't all adults like Echitien very much?"

Hill thought with a headache that Echitien would not come.

He is not only the god of Pegasus, but also the god of unicorns, albeit as a winged stallion.

Hill really didn't expect that when he brought back a few little flower fairies, they not only turned into a group of goblins, but they might even come with a big white horse.

However, he has no faith at all in Toril. Unless the goblins on Hill are in danger, Echitien should not go to Lari's territory.

Vera handed Hill a small bottle as big as a slender milk grape, which contained the nectar brewed today: "Make more of these small bottles for us, Hill. I can use moonlight and spider silk." I’ll change the mixed cloth with you!”

Vera loves these little bottles! In the past, they used hundreds of small flower capsules to brew nectar, but now they only need one bottle for each type of nectar!

Hill smiled sadly. It was not difficult for him to do this, but the most troublesome thing for such small bottles was to shape them. His eyes almost popped out.

Besides...the cloths Vera mentioned were each only as big as his two palms. Hill wanted to keep them for Aglaia and Alice to play with before he exchanged them with Vera and the others.

He made 50 bottles for Vera, but the moonshine cloth in exchange was not enough to make one piece of clothing.

Vera didn't care about Hill's troubles. She felt that she had already explained clearly, and she just had to wait for Cunbu to come to Hill to exchange.

The little flower fairy fluttered its transparent wings and swaggered out of the window.

The goblins like Hill's floating castle very much. They feel so safe that no dangerous adults can enter this small territory without Hill's permission.

Even if the brave ones among them dare to go to the ground to see what humans and elves have become now, there is no need to worry about not being able to escape or causing trouble for other companions.

Otherwise, Vera would not have come to tell Hill that little leprechauns are not allowed to come here. Many members of the outer court of the Happy Court have come to play.

The Goblin God has been protesting against Vera's differential treatment recently, but Vera is determined not to allow them to enter. She is worried that Squarle will come to Hill, so she must get Hill's promise.

Of course Hill will make a promise to her, just listen to Vera.

Actually, he doesn't care much if Pickle comes here.

This kind of mischievous little goblin just uses illusions to make people get lost. It is of no use to Hill. It is not even of much use in the mystery lock. You can use the mist to expel this illusion at any time.

But he really didn't like the little leprechaun who loved to cheat.

"Ciel." Linn interrupted his musings, "Did you bring them back from Icewind Dale?"

"Ah!" Hill nodded with sudden realization, "Yes, Vera and the others were found in an iceberg. They used space teleportation to escape there to avoid the first destruction of the magic network."

He didn't say why he went inside the iceberg, and Linn didn't intend to ask.

Hill returned to the study with Linn.

Lin En's eyes were fixed on the sleeping killing vine. It seemed that Miriel told him everything, including how Maura died.

Lin En looked at Hill who was sitting leisurely on the chair and couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "You are so leisurely! Hill."

Hill smiled. As the city lord of Aglaia City, Hill had already shown great strength, and the waiting and watching forces in Faerun Continent would naturally also show their strength.

Toril's portal is actually quite fast in everything it does, but the previous Hill didn't show the value of letting these forces spend the money.

But that's different now.

For most countries and cities on the continent of Faerûn, one Umberli is nothing, and two are not insurmountable.

But what Hill killed was a being more terrifying than the three Embrys.

Then there's Maura with the Demon-Breaking Dagger and Wojin with the secondary artifact!

During this period of time, Lin En had been dealing with the envoys sent by these forces.

Originally, when Hill came back, Lin En wanted to come and see him. He didn't know how many things he wanted to ask!

However, at that time, all the countries and towns in the North had already sent people. Linn was almost too busy in the city hall of Aglaia City, so Hill directly asked Liszt to inform him that he would come back after everything was over.

There's nothing much to say about his affairs here. It's not like he killed Bane.

Fortunately, Linn could pull those Elf Crusaders to work.

You can't count on the undead guys. They have recently gone to the wilderness outside the city to have fun. In the words of Terry, who often flies into the air to observe nearby situations, there is not even a rabbit within three thousand meters. Gone.

In the months since Hill was away, the remaining undead people who had been waiting for a sneak attack from Waterdeep City were almost desperate. No one knew how they could endure it so much.

It seems that as long as the Black Rod has a hard time, it doesn't matter how badly everyone is hit.

The complex relationship between the forces of Toril is a bit confusing to the commanders of the undead no matter how much they think about it.

You know, during this period of time, it was not just a question of how many red names they killed in Waterdeep City. Digging three feet into the ground was not enough to explain their madness.

On the third day they arrived in Waterdeep City, they determined that the trouble came from Baal's treasure, and then began to collect the stolen goods and bring them back to a shallow pool in front of the Temple of Aglaia for purification.

In addition to the holy water of Aglaia, there are also many holy symbols of elves and gods, as well as the fist-sized egg-shaped amber containing the blood of the Lord of the Dawn, which is most harmful to Baal's death power.

When Hill came back, when he saw the golden amber floating in the middle of the holy pool, he knew why he was attracted to the Amaunata Holy Grail.

He did send Lathander away, and the Dawn Lord, whose attention was completely absent from Toril, could no longer pretend to be Amaunatar.

But as long as Hill doesn't have greed, no one can do anything to him.

Hill thought about it and knew that Amaunata could be resurrected even without Ransander, but not so quickly. After all, the richest Temple of Dawn had lost a lot of supplies.

However, there are not many worshipers of the sun, and many people are originally believers of the Lord of the Morning.

He always remembered that when Amaunata was resurrected from Ransander's body, almost all of the Sun Temple organized by Ransander followed Amaunata.

For people of Toril who worship the mighty, the sun is surely more worthy of their trust than the morning light.

Even though for so many years, it was actually Lansander who gave them benefits and favors from the gods, what they worshiped was originally the sun! Who cares about that light in the morning.

It is because of the character of the Toril people that smarter gods will not place everything on their believers, but only pursue their own strength.

"Liszt asked me to take all the gifts they sent to the city warehouse in Aglaia City." Linn asked softly, "Are you really not going to see any of them?"

Hill said nonchalantly: "Lynn, unless it's a divine weapon, I might as well make other things myself. I don't lack gold coins."

Linn nodded: "Then I will directly use those things as mission rewards to those 'Trasil Elves', otherwise I will have to exchange gold coins with Corellon's Seraphs."

Hill couldn't help but laugh when he thought of those Seraphs squatting boredly in the mission hall. How pitiful!

He always thought that Corellon released these Seraphs as a reward, but now he is not sure. Squatting there every day to issue tasks and exchange gold coins is really torture for these lively Seraphs.

The undead live broadcast played every day in the mission hall is their only entertainment in their boring days.

From top to bottom, the biggest wish of Seraphs is that the dark forces in Waterdeep City should come to Aglaia City as soon as possible to cause trouble.

After all, it has been so long, and the terrible alleys in Waterdeep City have now been rebuilt into glossy apartment streets. I just don't know if the original owners are satisfied. After all, there are no secrets anymore.

When Hill came back, he heard that the secret gathering in Zhentarim had been found and killed by the undead. It was the largest dark force in the North.

The undead and Seraph should soon get their long-awaited revenge.