Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

After Lynn's visit, Hill finally felt what the real cold winter was.

The reason why Linn shamelessly asked for a fruit meal from Hill was not only because he knew that the mage must have a lot of inventory in hand, but also because he would not be able to leave the tavern after the extreme cold weather came.

Many single adventurers would choose to live in a tavern in the winter. They don't want to be locked up in a dark little house, burning firewood and dazing.

Moreover, there are always some people. It is no problem for them to chop people with knives. But asking them to calculate how much firewood they need to cut to survive a cold winter is like killing them.

These adventurers would rather deposit some money and send it to Linn.

But at the same time, Linn didn't dare to leave the tavern casually. Adventurers, even if they were not from the evil camp, were not good people.

Without enough deterrence, the tavern could turn them into a devil's den, and Linn would not let his place become a base camp for evil forces.

No matter where Linn got the news, the day after he left Hill contentedly, the temperature outside dropped sharply, and heavy snow fell to the ground almost airtightly.

The town of Cuelva fell into complete silence. Hill also received the last part of Master Hughes's books and his simple letter of apology. Within 45 days, Master Hughes could no longer copy books for Hill.

Hill made some calculations and understood why Hughes had to go out in such a heavy snowstorm. Hill gave him several gold bars. Today's books almost completed all orders.

Although he is full of desire for money, Master Hughes will not violate the law of equivalent exchange.

It's just that sometimes, if you don't know the true value of something, then his equivalent exchange will not be so honest. Of course, if you don't understand, it is actually equivalent. He exchanged his knowledge for your ignorance.

What really made Hill feel that the northern winter was terrifying was that the forest array he summoned was actually affected by the weather.

This is a real projection, and its endurance is several times greater than that of local plants, but it may be that the previous dimension has never been so cold. Even if it does not affect their bodies, these giant trees have fallen into a deep sleep.

The reason why the maze is safe is because these big trees are always monitoring everything around them. Their sleep makes the maze suddenly lose half of its power.

Maybe as Lynn said, no one would come out to cause trouble at this time, but Hill was still a little worried.

But after thinking of many ways, Martha might have to take charge. Hill didn't want his tower spirit to waste so much energy in the deserted snow every day, waiting for enemies that might never appear.

In the end, Hill reluctantly tried the water magic lock. Unexpectedly, it succeeded. As expected, ice is water.

The snow is getting bigger and denser, blending into the ice mist floating in mid-air.

Hill looks at the maze outside every day, wondering if anyone can help him test the power of the mystery lock.

But it seems that the visitors in the shadows can't stand this harsh environment, or that they can't hide their existence in this environment?

Hill's labyrinth has always been quiet, just like the small town of Cuelva, except for the sound of snow falling, there is no movement.

Although it is in a dimensional space, it is not completely immune to the influence of the outside world. On the narrow coast outside the villa, a thin layer of ice has formed in the ocean, and the beach has turned into a natural slide.

Aglaia liked this kind of ice and snow environment very much. Every day she rushed out to break the ice caps that had just formed in the early morning and searched for her ideas in the mixture of ice and water.

She has been practicing very hard, hoping to close her spells into loops or even form mysterious locks.

Hill was half lying on his couch, lazily looking at the struggling Aglaia, drinking fruit wine, and occasionally looking up at the long spell catalog hanging in the middle of the study. He felt like It was back to the magic tower in Trasil.

At that time, he was sitting on the terrace outside the study, enjoying breakfast with Aglaia's daily battle of wits and courage with the undead, and lived a happy and comfortable life.

During this period of time away from Trasil, even in a safe place, Hill was always on tenterhooks.

After all, safety is only relative. Facing the unknown world, no one can be 100% assured.

On the contrary, after arriving in Faerun, Hill no longer worried about his life safety. He had countless ways to escape.

No matter how violent the commotion is, at least Faerûn is not so easily blown to pieces or slips into the bottomless abyss.

And Hill also knew what the danger was coming.

Although for ordinary people and even low-level professionals, encountering any dragon would be a disaster, but it would not put Hill in any danger.

He didn't want to come to Faerûn at that time, but he just didn't want to see a devastated world, and it wasn't suitable for him to travel around.

Hill didn't know what other people would do when they came to the world of Faerûn, but he would definitely travel all over Faerûn and then visit several other continents in the world of Toril.

Especially the strange Eastern Continent, he wanted to know, as a world where various gods are embodied, whether there is a heaven, and what kind of dragon is the dragon in the East.

Winter actually goes by very quickly if you have something to do.

When Hill discovered that Aglaia's daily ice-breaking activity could no longer be carried out, the almost solid ice fog outside began to slowly turn into smoke.

Under the sun, the feeling of a little vaporization in the snow looks like a fairyland.

Even Aglaia, who was annoyed that the spell ring had not yet been completed, couldn't help but stand at the entrance of the dimensional space, holding the door open and looking out, not even wanting to look at the light screen in the hall.

On the day when the vaporized ice mist completely turned into water mist, Aglaia plunged into the sea water. She had already had some inspiration, but what she needed now was to integrate her thoughts.

Sea water is the source of her power, no matter which world it is in.

In the small town of Cuelva outside, people began to appear walking around.

Although it is still winter, for professionals, it is already possible to go out of the house wearing a leather jacket.

It’s just that I can’t go to the wilderness yet. After all, no matter how thick the leather jacket is, it’s not my own skin, and my movements are still limited. I can’t even bend my arms to draw the bow.

After more than a month of winter, even those who are not very religious will choose to visit their own temple.

It was the first time that so many people appeared in front of Hill's door.

The people in the town are already very aware of the scope of Hill's maze. Even if they point at it when passing by in twos and threes, no one intends to try it to see if Hill's maze is affected by the extreme winter. .

But Hill heard they were betting on Hill again.

Two-thirds of the people felt that the current maze must be at its weakest.

No matter what kind of tree it is, once it enters dormancy, it will not wake up until the spring flowers bloom, unless it is forced to wake up.

But none of these people thought that a natural mage with elven blood would do such a thing to harm a big tree.

Every awakening that violates the laws of nature will greatly shorten the lifespan of these trees, and even most of the awakened trees will no longer be able to become tree people.

Hill really wouldn't do that.

Linn also felt that Hill wouldn't know it, but he also knew that in Faerun, no matter where in the corner of the country people were, what they hated most was that there was a powerful being around them who couldn't see their strength clearly.

He forcefully drove out those guys who were squatting in his tavern to spend the cold winter. The coldest winter was over. These people would not survive even if they slept on the street, not to mention that everyone actually had their own house.

It is easy to settle here in Cuelva. There is no mayor who makes money, so you can choose an open space in the town to live in for almost 5 gold coins.

What is needed here is fighting power, and no one expects to make much money from these guys.

Whether it is a temple or a library, the most important task is actually defense, so the priests and mages who come here are all good at combat, but weak in other aspects.

Otherwise, the priests of the three temples would not have any interest in preaching.

Lin En took stock of his supplies, tidied up the house, and quickly went to Hill's place to take a look.

He knew that Hill lived in the dimensional space, so logically there would be no problems.

But to have a dimensional space that lasts for such a long time, Hill's head has been hung with golden light. People who are not super rich cannot do such a thing.

Just like Hughes, he also knew that it would be more comfortable to live in a dimensional space in winter, but he would never do that. Otherwise, if he couldn't live in the mansion, he could just get a small house.

Hughes doesn't even know how to use the magic circle that brings warmth, preferring to burn wood for warmth like ordinary people.

Of course, it may also be because he has no other skills except copying some scrolls.

Unlike a natural mage like Hill, who can easily find ways to make money, at least Hill will definitely know how to make alchemy and medicine, which is the special skill of a natural mage.

Lin En stepped hard through the snow on the ground and walked to the entrance of the maze.

Those lazy guys would rather step into a deep hole than dig out a path!

Lynn sometimes really wanted to do it himself, but he also wanted the face of the Sheriff.

Moreover, the road that was dug once may have to be dug for a lifetime, and he was absolutely unwilling to do so.

He looked up at Melikai's temple. Only the priest of this goddess could command the rangers, and he didn't know if there could be a priest who was willing to deal with people.

Not to mention the idiot in front who joined the Dragon Worship Cult, even the one in front didn't like to meddle in other people's business.

But that person is actually a druid, and it's normal to prefer nature.

Melikai's church actually doesn't have much of an organization, and sending people wherever they go has to be done on a voluntary basis. The diocese here is already very mature, so it's no wonder that there is no pastor who is willing to communicate with others.

But isn’t there the Dragon Worship Cult causing trouble?

Linn gave up thinking for the time being, raised his head and smiled: "Long time no see, Martha. Why is it so foggy here?"