Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Hill's prayer was so sincere that both Aglaia and Lister could hear it.

"The Harper's group will go crazy when they hear Sir's prayers." Liszt couldn't help but smile and said, "But I think they are almost there. They even dare to swim to the bottom of the swamp. The Silver Shield gang The Paladins are now monitoring them with expressions on their faces as if they were looking at suspects."

Hill was stunned for a moment, then slowly said: "The pharmacy has some medicine to remove Yin poison and cold poison. I remember there is it in the warehouse."

"Why does Father Hill care about this?" Aglaia asked confused. "These are the prices they pay for their greed. No matter what the outcome is, it is normal."

"I sent the Paladins and Harpers to station themselves in to guard against Baal, the God of Death!" Hill said seriously, "No matter what happens, you can't forget your original intention, Aglaia. Let's not talk about the cold poison. If you have been exposed to Yinyou too much, what if one of them is suddenly tempted by the dead soul of Balna?

They can forget the lessons of Baldur's Gate, but I absolutely don't want this to happen in my territory.

Same for you, Aglaia.

Not accepting faith does not mean not protecting those who offer their faith and loyalty to you. "

Hill suddenly discovered that when Aglaia treats people, she actually has a very clear divine perspective, far away from the human world. She looks at the actions of humans with a critical eye.

Hill has no intention of changing Aglaia's attitude. There is a little distance between gods and humans, which is a good thing for both sides.

But on the other hand, Aglaia must not ignore her followers. Human hearts change very quickly, and there is always only a fine line between love and hate.

Sometimes, anti-fans are not scary. The most terrifying thing is that fans turn into black fans.

Hill planned to find some precedents for Aglaia to take a good look at. Wasn't the Dragon Cult leader who caused a big trouble last year also a loyal believer of the goddess of magic?

Liszt calculated the quantity of the inventory: "The potions in the warehouse are enough for the time being. I will just open another assembly line for the future. This kind of potion uses very few medicinal materials, and the materials in the pendant are enough."

Hill nodded: "We only sell these two types of special potions, which are consistent with the needs of our place. The others are mainly basic potions."

Aglaia doesn't have a good impression of these people. Although she has no desire to preach, she doesn't like these selfish thoughts that are placed above her main god.

She lay next to the window and looked at the Sword Mountains over there: "Is Terry laughing or crying now?"

Of course Terry wanted to cry.

Is he being targeted by Io? Why did lightning strike all over his house?

In just a short time, five dragon eggs appeared on the roof of his house!

Terry's head was numb, and he was worried that the gentians would fall out, so he quickly picked them off, and it turned out that there was also a thunder of life in the swamp!

Fortunately, Aglaia was stronger, and a loser like Emboli couldn't even last 10 minutes. Otherwise, Terry wouldn't know what to do.

Although Aglaia played easily, Terry may have felt the terrible pressure.

The wind and rain caused by the gods have completely different attacks.

Terry really screamed and rushed down. He was really worried that some enemy would take the opportunity to attack them both.

How could such a weak child endure it?

But he couldn't just watch his own kind being picked up by humans. In that case, he would be looked down upon by other dragons for the rest of his life, and even the white dragon could insult him!

Even if he risked his life, he couldn't let himself end up in such a terrible end.

Holding the dragon egg retrieved from the swamp, Terry looked at the group of harpists who were desperately searching for it. A cold light flashed in the narrow dragon's eyes: he had never taken to heart some of the stories his parents told him before.

Their dragons are so powerful, why are they forced into contracts by humans and even orcs? Aren't those who become companions with humans willing to offer their loyalty out of gratitude just like him?

But today, from these Harpers who are also from the good camp, Terry finally understands why the dragon is so powerful, but the world belongs to humans.

The dragon is very intimidating to individual humans, but it is not impossible for organized humans to fight against it.

They would never dare to force a contract with the young dragon just because of the power of Terry's parents.

The stories his mother told him, about the little dragon running away from home due to ignorance, being caught by humans and forced to sign a blood contract, and that he would always obey as long as the human family bloodline is immortal, came to Terry's mind little by little.

No wonder his parents liked humans very much, but there was always a slight distance between them and their human friends. The only one they seemed to truly trust was Alustriel.

As his mother said, the Alustrians were not very kind, but she kept her promises very much, and that was the kind of person she could deal with.

Kindness is not a reason to make friends.

If Golden Dragons like them want to make friends, they need people who are kind, capable but not greedy, have a righteous heart but not rigid, and can stick to their promises. Such people are hard to find.

Terry felt that he was so lucky that he met Hill at the most unlucky time.

His parents had lived so long to make a real friend, and he met him so early!

Terry's slender tail tapped the ground gently. He stared at the six dragon eggs in front of him, lost in thought.

His friend, of course, was only his, and Terry had absolutely no desire to share it with any other dragon, not even a whelp.

Besides, Hill would be very tired raising him. He would definitely not be able to raise six more dragons, Terry thought worriedly! How can there be so much meat?

Moreover, why buy meat to raise other dragons? Terry sniffed the scent in front of him carefully. Although they were all metal dragons, only one was a golden dragon.

He slammed his tail on the ground and decided to write a letter to his mother.

Unfortunately these dragon eggs cannot be mailed.

Terry snorted: he thought, but Bahamut would probably come and kick his ass.

Hill didn't know that Terry was already ready to throw the blame away. For him, who had easily sent Embry away, he was more concerned about whether there was any new inspiration related to the magic book.

He flipped through the magic catalog in his hand and scanned it slowly, but felt nothing at all.

Hill sighed softly and decided to make a wooden golem.

He also needs a patrolling guard below his floating castle. There are always people running in sneakily, and even the grass is trampled bare.

Why do some people believe that the floating castle can be fixed in mid-air somewhere because there are huge gems hidden underneath?

Hill originally thought it was someone trying to trouble him, but it turned out that it was because of a joke Terry told when he was bored.

Some residents of the Hill Hotel have already left after Luo Lei. They all hope to soar into the sky. Even if they can't raise dragons, if they really pick up dragon eggs and sell them, it will be enough for them to live the rest of their lives comfortably.

Although Hill doubted whether they really had a few more years to live.

Compared to those who are crazy about becoming dragon knights, whether they are five-color dragons or metal dragons, they probably hate these dragon egg sellers more.

Hill, who had made steel golems, was more comfortable with wooden golems, but he did not choose wood, but used thicker vines.

Hill has become accustomed to a life without cutting down trees. He will only collect those large trees that have lost their vitality as lumber.

This kind of material is fine for making furniture, but it's not enough for making wooden golems.

While Hill was thinking about ways to prevent fire, he received some strange letters.

This was the first time he had received a letter from someone other than Lynn since the post office was established.

Hill slowly opened the letter from the Lord of Waterdeep on the top.

He thought the Black Stick had let him go. Was he waiting here?

This was a very polite invitation letter, and it did not force Hill to participate. It just shared his great wish with Hill.

The tone is gentle and persuasive.

He exaggerated his determination to purify the High Waste, and invited Hill to participate in the operation to conquer the lost city of Maierita.

If Hill is really a natural mage who is truly attached to the continent of Faerûn, he might be moved by his sincerity.

But Hill had no interest at all. The archmage who went there either died with Kelben or owed him a debt of life. In the future, he had to help him protect his wife who was Alustriel's sister and the couple. Twins who possess certain prophecies even before they are born.

Hill, who knew what would happen, had no interest in taking risks for a little treasure and money. Even if the central core of the floating city appeared, Hill would not necessarily be willing to participate.

He rubbed the letter. He was also a chosen one by the Goddess of Magic, and Kelben seemed completely unaware of Hill's identity.

Hill is not optimistic about this guy's fate at all. He feels that Mystra will never resurrect this archmage in a short time who left the Harper Alliance because he didn't like it and started his own secret organization.

Hill took out his pen and wrote a very polite rejection letter.

Although the purpose was only two words: "Don't go", he made full use of the Midas writing skills he learned and rewrote a beautiful poem.

No matter what, I have to fill up a page!

Hill opened the second letter.

His face turned serious, this was an invitation from the elf.

They plan to completely conquer the city of Myth Drannor, which has been lost for more than 700 years.

An elven crusaders came out from the elves' Everlasting Island. They planned to cooperate with the demon goblin family and return to this ancient elven city.

Hill sighed.

The exploration and reoccupation of every ruin is a terrible war, especially Myth Drannor. Even though many demons and devils have been eliminated in the wars in the past few years, there are still many.

But human mages, elves and goblins will all explore the ruined city this year, probably because the dragon can't get involved.

Hill fell into deep thought, and suddenly he didn't know what to choose.