Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Hill had dinner and sat on the sofa until very late. Fran and Adrian didn't come either.

What happened? Hill was a little worried.

On the branches of the moon, the maple leaves on the trees were flying in the moonlight. Hill, who couldn't sleep, silently looked at the red leaves flying in the sky, carefully communicating with the natural spirit around him.

Something happened, but it has nothing to do with you?

If something happens to Frank, it will definitely affect him. That means he can't come and there are outsiders around him, right?

Hill sat on the windowsill and waited quietly. For legal professions with very high mental power, they actually require very little sleep time. But Hill could always remember his mother's instructions to sleep well and eat well. Instructions that seemed nagging before were now firmly obeyed by Hill.

People only know how to cherish when they lose it. When Hill heard this kind of words before, he thought it was boring chicken soup, until he actually lost it.

I never felt regret before, just because what I lost was not my heart.

The moonlight was dim, and Hill was immersed in memories.

There was a loud bang, and Hill was almost stunned.

He quickly flew to the roof and looked around. Damn air ban, I don’t know what happened.

Hill saw groups of players running towards the inner city gate quickly: the city gate, which was never opened at night, was blown open by thousands of mage players.

It seems that something happened in the outer city.

Hill thought about it for a moment, thinking that the gang thing might have exploded.

It seems that the players have tolerated it for a few days and finally got a big deal.

I guess the players only thought that the gang's trouble-making was a plot mission, so they tolerated it for the past few days. But did their retreat make the gang feel easy to bully? Is this taking action on the players?

Now, it’s a regional mission.

Hill thought that the conflict had probably started for a long time. The players living there should be low-level individual people, or workers seeking excitement.

The fight probably started when night fell, but at least there wasn't a big fuss when Hill closed the door. After all, I was romantically drunk and in the mood to record.

The gangsters would never have imagined that targeting a few low-level professionals would cause such a big fuss.

Mages are all trained by masters, and no one dares to attack. Low-level swordsmen and knights have always been the targets of gangs. Men can be used as thugs, and women are acquired by many nobles.

Especially there are so many charming female swordsmen among the players.

Hill had already noticed their swordsman outfits: low-cut leather jackets, ultra-short leather pants, black stockings, high-heeled leather boots, and black cloaks fluttering in the wind, which looked cool and charming.

Players probably can't understand why the NPC in their eyes would be stimulated by such popular costumes and do evil things.

In their eyes, this is a sudden local map mission.

He actually dared to stop them from going out to do their mission, what a mere city gate!

Hill suddenly chuckled. The outer city will be emptied today.

Anyone who dares to take action against the players will be marked with a red name. In the past two days, those who caused trouble by secretly poking at them will probably be wiped out by the players.

No one would dare to go to William's side to cause trouble for such idiots who dared to take action against God's professionals. Anyone who dared to say that the city gate was broken would be considered a pig.

If William wants to prevent the undead from rescuing his fellow tribesmen in distress, he can be labeled as a gang associate.

The nobles who dare to speak out at this time must be closely related to the gangs, and maybe they are the boss behind the scenes. In this world, no one will pay attention to things that have nothing to do with their own interests, let alone offend the god-favored race of tens of thousands of professionals.

Hill believed that no matter how ruthless William became in this world, he would definitely be beaten to death when faced with such a stupid nobleman who could only survive by seducing people, gambling, buying and selling people, and exploiting women.

No one who has survived in modern society can not feel disgust and pity when they first see that kind of miserable life. Even if I can only watch or speak, the disgusting and embarrassing feeling in my heart will always remain.

Players who have seen this disgusting plot have been scolding. In the past two days, Hill has heard several female players angrily scolding planners for being incompetent. Anyone who would write such a dark plot must be mentally ill, discriminatory against women, and naturally born. abnormal.

When Sky Knight players took their younger brothers and sisters shopping, they were stopped by lustful nobles who wanted to buy beautiful guards. There were several incidents where they almost killed people because of this.

William's attendants ran all over the streets, asking these nobles to stay away from the God's Family, but there were always some idiots who couldn't understand human speech.

Fortunately, the players only thought it was an incidental plot, so they beat him to death and let him go.

The reason why the street of Hill is quiet is that Hill, the great mage who has good relations with the undead, is in charge. Second, the barons are still a bit timid.

The nobles absolutely cannot understand how the undead can unanimously attack the outside world, with more than 100,000 people! They probably feel that they have attracted many players these days. After all, they are a race that can be hired by paying money.

It's a pity that the players won't think that you are trying to win over him because of the money and goods, and they will only say that you have accepted a particularly lucrative mission.

William never cared about the big nobles trying to win over the undead, so no one found it strange?

Probably everything was attributed to God's will.

But red names have strange meanings, which are particularly clear in this kind of foreign war.

Even if the methods of competition between players are insidious and vicious, the fights will never end. If you, an NPC, want to stir up trouble, you have to kill the boss first and then divide the spoils. If you can't score well, just fight again. Who is afraid of whom?

No matter how gentle and cute Hill appears, no matter how beautiful and elegant he looks like a spring flower, and he dares to make an enemy of the player, he is just a few more photos taken with the corpse.

This was a battle with no doubt about the outcome. Hill estimated that Fran and the others would just watch and let him go as long as they didn't break into the inner city.

Unexpectedly, the players in the inner city fought out first.

Hill opened a bottle of wine, gave the moon a distant toast, drank it all in one gulp, and went to sleep.

When Hill got up in the morning, he saw that there were not many people in line, but everyone had serious expressions and looked at the competitors next to them with stern eyes.

Hill understood that the gang was here to replenish supplies. It seems that the battle last night wiped out all their inventory. And I'm probably still playing, otherwise there will always be night owls who come to buy things first and then go offline to sleep.

Hill quickly looked at the medicine cabinet and replaced some of the less popular medicines with healing potions and magic potions.

Hill also put his own low-level medicine on the shelves. This kind of low-level medicine for mages and knights is very expensive and few people buy it, but now it is estimated that players will need it.

Hill waved the door open and sat down to wait for the ending.

The professional purchasers sent by the gang were really powerful, filling up the medicine cabinet in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the rapidly decreasing amount of medicine, Hill ignored the words he had just said yesterday that he would never restock, and asked the puppets to quickly replenish the goods in the warehouse.

Hill feels that after this battle, the players will be out of ammunition and food. I hope that the gains from destroying the gangs will be enough for their consumption.

After this group of people left, no one came in again.

Hill wanted to see how fierce the fight was. You should know that there are definitely many casual parties in every game, but no one came to buy anything.

At noon, Adrian came.

He saw Hill sitting by the window having lunch and said directly: "Give me one too."

Hill smiled and took out a steak set meal: "Have you finished all your stock?"

Adrian rolled his eyes at him: "There are not many people like you who would get a ring specifically for food."

He ate quickly, looking like he hadn't eaten for several meals.

After Hill finished eating, he put away his tableware, poured a glass of juice and drank it slowly.

The autumn sunshine was shining warmly on him, and he was in a good mood.

Adrian finished his meal and disappeared the tableware: "Where's mine?"

Hill laughed and brought him a drink: "What stimulated you?"

"It's terrible how crowded there are!" Adrian lamented: "Parr Street was completely flattened, and three underground floors were dug out. Now the two streets next door will also be dug up."

Hill smiled and said: "Didn't my grandfather always want to know how many mages there are in the undead? Do you know this time?"

Adrian sneered: "Let the teacher hear your gloating tone! Let's see if he still says you are well-behaved!"

Hill laughed: "When did the fight start? Why hasn't it ended yet?"

"The undead are really vengeful! They have a way of marking hostility, and now they plan to not let anyone go!

William sent out all the royal guards. No one was allowed to go out at the inner city gate, so I followed William's guards and came in. "

He suddenly laughed: "Some undead people in the inner city who didn't go out last night are also searching the city! They didn't even spare the area near the temple! Many of those who escaped in the middle of the night were pulled out and beaten to death."

"Pulled out of a noble's mansion?"

"That's right. Most of them are earls' palaces, with a few marquises here and there."

"No one stopped me?"

“The Sky Knight of the Nofa family came forward to stop him, but was directly burned to death by the overwhelming fireball.

Hundreds of great mages! I also learned all about the fire element, which is so scary. No one dares to come forward anymore! "

Zoroastrianism will always thrive, Hill complained.

He said to Adrian: "Go and replenish the medicine cabinet first. It will probably be sold out this morning."

Adrian looked up in surprise: "Did they take the medicine while taking the injection? No wonder they didn't take a break after being beaten for so long."

He quickly replenished the medicine cabinet: "I don't have many supplies now. The teacher probably has some. The magician-level ones are so expensive, can these undead people afford them?"

Hill pointed to the glove cabinet and said: "Grandpa's alchemy hut has sold 8 pieces. I want to get a few more from him! No matter how expensive the medicine is, someone will buy it!"

Hill estimated that those medicines that increase physical fitness and the upper limit of magic power will increase attribute points for players. Not many natives are willing to buy such expensive medicines that can only increase a small part of their strength.

Players are absolutely willing to spend money to add one or two attributes.

Adrian said: "The teacher's potion can only be made of flower spar."

"In their eyes, crystal stones are just gold coins with higher value."

Adrian sighed: "Okay! Okay! It seems that the power of the plane elements of the undead is higher! I don't know what energy they use."

Hill didn't want to discuss such an easy-to-talk issue, so he changed the subject directly and said: "Hurry up and replenish the warehouse. Someone will definitely come in the afternoon. Then tell me how the fight started yesterday. I have been waiting for you. Come and clear up the confusion!”

Adrian patted Hill on the head angrily and went upstairs to restock.

Hill leaned on the sofa with a smile and waited. It must be a beautiful story.