Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

It took Hill three days to build a semicircular Greek-style temple on the side of the valley mouth near the river that was completely white, with only the roof dotted with light blue wavy patterns, leaving two sides The location of the auxiliary hall.

The back wall clings to the mountain, and the apse was placed directly inside the mountain by Hill, allowing direct access to the valley through a tunnel at the back.

Liszt can send puppets to Dali inside the temple from here.

The front hall is supported by one hundred and eight pillars, and each pillar is engraved with various marine creatures.

Climbing up the 20-meter-high steps and walking into the front hall, there is a circular shallow pool. Around the pool, the statue of Aglaia carved by Hill himself stands on the throne at the back of the temple.

Aglaia used divine power to ignite the statue almost as soon as Hill erected it.

Blue waves appeared at her feet, and a storm swirled around her.

Around the statue, there were wind, rain, thunder, lightning, snow, frost and hail, and all kinds of weather kept changing.

This is sixteen-year-old Aglaia.

Her aqua-blue hair was flying, and her long aqua-colored dress was studded with pearls and gems. On her head is a crown set with twelve huge aquamarines. The elegant and pure huge gem in the center of the crown is perfect enough to be described as the heart of the ocean.

Aglaia was so happy that she stepped down from the statue: "I want to turn this crown into an earthly artifact! I like it so much! It's so beautiful!"

"I got this from the turtle demigod." Hill said lightly, "In his place, this is not the most precious kind."

Aglaia tilted her head slightly, her clothes were exactly the same as the statue, and her beautiful face showed a hint of coldness: "From now on, the most precious things in the ocean will only belong to me!"

"I'm waiting for Aglaia to take out the most perfect aquamarine." Hill couldn't help laughing, "and then create a more perfect crown for your main temple."

"That old turtle is not the most violent in his resistance." Aglaia said calmly. "He seems to be planning to stay back and see which way the wind is blowing. If I win a big victory, he will probably surrender immediately."

"The relationship between them and me is probably just a good trading partner, and both of us are very satisfied with the price the other paid." Hill smiled nonchalantly, "If possible, keep the turtle named Bex alive. The rest has nothing to do with me.”

"I understand." Aglaia smiled nonchalantly, "Why doesn't Father Hill put a harpoon and exquisite ball on me?"

"Then you have to do it yourself." Hill sighed helplessly, "That's what protects the temple. How can someone else do it?"

Aglaia pursed her lips and glanced at Hill secretly: "But I want the harpoon made by Hill's father! I saw it!"

Hill touched his forehead helplessly, and Aglaia peeked again: "I asked Liszt to put it on the shell bed. You can play with it. I'm just practicing my skills. When I can make the semi-artifact harpoon, I will give it to you." you."

"Okay~" Aglaia immediately smiled happily. All the harpoons made by Hill's father belong to Aglaia and will never be given to anyone.

Liszt sent a dozen puppets to start taking care of the temple. Aglaia glanced at it and raised her hand lightly. The puppet was blessed with divine power by her: "This way it will not be hurt. The divine power of the ocean is corrosive."

Hill nodded in understanding. The power of sea water is more powerful in this world.

"Aglaia! Connect the water system here!" Hill remembered that the fountain pool at the door was not connected to the long river next to it, and the shallow pool once entering the temple was not connected to the back. The fountain pool in the valley is where the holy water is.

Aglaia agreed crisply, and a fountain dozens of meters high quickly emerged from the square in front of the temple.

Except for a few specific white marble roads in the square, other light gray stone roads are immersed in 5 centimeters of shallow water.

This is Aglaia's request. She doesn't want the undead to set up a stall in front of her temple.

It doesn't matter if you come to play.

Hill looked at the holy water flowing out of the temple door. Aglaia planned to provide it to everyone who came here to make a pilgrimage and kneel down devoutly, so the holy water had become very weak when it flowed here.

It can only restore health to an ordinary person and expel some evil forces.

"If there are really devout believers, let the puppets come out from behind." Aglaia smiled with satisfaction, "What the undead have spent so much effort to get can't be given away casually.

ah! The time has come. The will of the world only allows me to appear in my temple once every thirty days. I can only exist for one hour. I can't even use my divine power. How abominable! "

Aglaia's dissatisfaction dissipated: "Dad Hill! I will work hard! Dad Hill will definitely help me build the main temple soon!"

Hill smiled and nodded: "Of course, Aglaia is so powerful! I will design the drawings. But Aglaia, the main temple can only be built by you with your own divine power."

Hill heard a regretful sigh from the statue, turned around with a smile, and walked out.

The undead have already come to see this brand new temple.

Some people even wanted to go directly into the temple, but unfortunately they were blocked by the blue light.

It is impossible for anyone who is not a believer of Poseidon or has permission from Poseidon to enter the temple of the Ocean Goddess.

Hill ignored the undead who wanted to communicate with him and flew directly back to the Magic Tower.

There was a sigh behind him.

For these undead, it is true to see that the families they have known since Hill was at a low level are prospering here, especially the Black Rose family, which has benefited the most from Hill. I really want to get along well with Hill.

Unfortunately, since becoming a legend, Hill has rarely appeared among the undead.

Hill had read some analysis on their forum, and they all said that it was because of the appearance of the "Hill's Biography" that Hill was worried that the undead would dig out more of his secrets, so he didn't want to know more undead. .

Hill looked expressionless. It had nothing to do with anything. He was less interested in the undead now because his survival had been guaranteed.

When he was at a low level, even before he became a legend, Hill was worried about his own survival. At that time, he had to carefully weigh his relationship with the undead to ensure that he survived.

He knew very well that even if William completely blocked the accounts of those undead people after his death, it would be meaningless to Hill.

Salal is so powerful now, but mages rarely join it, and it has a lot to do with the undead.

They really kill people when they disagree.

And the high-level mages who have been raised over the years are really prone to conflicts with the undead.

The few legendary mages in Salar do not dare to let their students come into contact with the undead. If they cannot stay in the magic tower, they must be arranged in a place where there are not so many undead.

Fortunately, because Salal is almost a novice village, except that the royal capital is more lively, the undead are still used to going to their own city settlement.

Hill had no intention of giving up the friendly relations he had established with the undead, but more contact was not needed.

He is now more concerned about the sudden appearance of Flan.

Looking at Fran who was already sitting in his study, Hill said hello and asked nervously: "Grandpa, what's the matter?"

"I plan to stay in seclusion for ten years and make something that can be taken outside the stars." Frank comforted Hill, "You should understand that except for potion tools made using laws, other things cannot be taken to other worlds for use. .”

Hill nodded, otherwise he would not have given Fran the alchemy magic tower made of conch.

The innate spells of Warcraft are inherently owned by laws.

"I don't need to worry about this world anymore." Fran smiled with a hint of relief: "I can prepare to walk into the starry sky.

I gave myself ten years and hoped that Adrian could find his own way within these ten years. "

Hill had known for a long time that such a day would come, but when it actually came, he was still a little unprepared.

Looking at Hill who looked hesitant, Fran sighed: "There are still ten years, maybe you will be ready to leave by then."

Hill shook his head: "Don't worry about me, grandpa. I've been mentally prepared for a long time, but I'm still a little uneasy when things happen.

I won't leave so early. Even if Uncle Adrian doesn't reach Legend in ten years, he will definitely arrive when I leave. "

Hill suddenly thought: "Is Grandpa satisfied with the students that Uncle Adrian has accepted?"

"Although it's not as good as you, it's pretty good." Frank smiled with satisfaction: "Among those students, there are those who only study medicine refining, and some who only study utensils, but there are also two who study all, and They all learned well.

Even if no one can become a legend again, at least the genre will not cut off its inheritance, and that is enough.

If Adrian couldn't reach Legend, I might still be worried, but of course that's no longer a problem now.

Hill, I wanted to leave a long time ago. "

Hill suppressed the feeling of sighing. He knew that Fran had long wanted to see the outside world.

He is very different from those law legends. They want to leave to find a safe way out before the world collapses.

Fran just wanted to see what alchemy was like in other worlds.

If it weren't for the sharp conflict the world was facing, Fran felt he needed to stay and help, otherwise he would have left.

Whether it is Adrian or Hill, they will only make Fran hesitate and worry, but will not let him stay.

Hill thought for a while and said directly to Fran: "Grandpa, go take a look at the things in my warehouse! If you need anything, just take it.

Whether it is earth type or water type, I will only have better ones in the future. "

Hill is still relearning the gold-type ore and has not yet been able to use the rules to convert it directly. However, if Hill does not have the earth-type ore, it is probably because there is too little stock in the world and he has not yet analyzed the specific composition.

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