Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Hill looked at Linn, whose face was filled with question marks, and sighed heavily.

"If it is Corellon's wish, the elves, at least the elves here in Aglaia Town, will work hard to establish good relations with these foreign adventurers." Linn said solemnly.

He thought Hill was worried about the xenophobia of the elves.

How is this possible? The elves themselves were taken in, let alone Corellon's divine will.

"I'm not worried about this, I'm just worried about scaring you." Hill smiled with an unknown meaning, which made Linn feel that something was wrong.

"Speaking of which, the leader of the Silver Shield has also dealt with that group of adventurers." Hill said thoughtfully, "Let's just call Terry to the mayor's house, and I'll let him Martha asked the group leader to come over and let Martha and Liszt help you spread common sense.

It's best for the top leaders of the Elf Crusaders to be here, and it's best to be aware of some things.

Although I don’t know how they feel about demons and goblins, I can tell you first that compared with this group of adventurers known as the undead, demons and goblins can be regarded as the group of orderly angels around Corellon. "

Linn's expression changed.

Of course he understood who Hill was talking about. Corellon had two angels beside him. A Rashriel, classic chaos. The other Filerisel is more orderly.

Even the chaotic elves hope that the one who delivers the message is the lawful one.

According to Hill, demons and fairies, a race that loves mischief by nature, can be considered lawful angels compared to the undead. Linn simply couldn't imagine what it would be like.

He looked at Hill who didn't want to say anything more and stood up directly: "I'll go back and wait for Liszt and Martha. Hill, you should tell me how many can come, right?"

"There should be between 80 and 90 million undead in Trasil. I don't know how many can come here from Toril." Hill tried his best to give a more prudent figure.

"Ah!" Seeing Linn's expression changed drastically and he turned to leave, Hill said quickly, "The woodland below me will become the residence of the undead in the future."

"How many tens of millions of people can live there?" Linn asked hesitantly.

"Trasil is the world of the God of Time and Space, and there are many space-related wonders." Hill replied, "My carriage is only a basic product in Trathil."

Lin En was in a trance for a moment before slowly leaving. He recalled the enlarged space on the magic ship and the carriage. Is such a thing the lowest level?

Even before these undead came, he already felt that the world was going to change drastically.

After two days of hesitation, Hill changed the large forest under the floating castle into an independent and connected forest park.

Open spaces of different sizes connected by paths are waiting for their future owners.

Just put a large space square in the middle, leaving it for the upcoming space artifact.

The square itself can only accommodate about 200,000 people, but with that artifact, it can definitely be expanded beyond imagination.

If there are no undead in the alchemy hut, just follow the artifact and go in.

Those undead family gangs that have their own large cabins don't need any special treatment from Hill.

Then he had the heart to care about other people in the town.

After receiving the warning, Linn and the Elf Crusaders are actively taking care of their house, and seem to be planning to strengthen the defenses and prevent people from seeing inside the house.

Hill never thought that the elves would react like this.

He also specifically asked Liszt what he had told these elves, and why they thought it would be enough to just repair the house.

Liszt was also at a loss. He had popularized the great achievements of the undead very seriously. The leader of the Silver Shield also added some experience of being watched.

He really didn't understand why the elf's mind went in this direction.

Including Lynn, he also asked Martha to completely separate his residence and the place where he conducts business.

Terry was influenced by them and completely hid his dragon's nest. If he wanted to enter his home, even his parents would have to walk through the maze again.

Only Terry himself could teleport directly in. He used the dimensional space door on the artifact pendant.

Although Hill didn't understand it, he resonated with it to a certain extent. Even if he flew into the air in his floating castle, he couldn't see everything inside.

There are few strong men in this world who are as strict in defending their home as Hill. They absolutely don't care about showing off the beauty and power of their home.

It's fine as long as it's not visible inside the house.

Hill's habit was indeed nurtured by the undead.

The paladins of the Silver Shield didn't react too much. Apart from being overly curious about the undead they had come into contact with, they were quite fond of them.

When the Star Gate was shattered, many undead people did not care about their own lives, but chose to help these Paladins who fell into the whirlpool together.

Otherwise, they wouldn't all have survived.

After learning what the Silver Shield Knights said, Hill had only one idea.

In other words, when these undead people who helped the Paladins of Tire might enter Toril, their reputation as friendly to Tire would directly appear on the system panel?

I don’t know who is so prescient.

If they could all choose to help the NPC, there must be a leader, otherwise the undead would not react so uniformly.

Otherwise, there will always be people who want to see how the NPC struggles.

Hill, who was a little worried at first, soon sensed the fluctuations in the depths of the ocean outside Waterdeep City when the Star Gate was established.

It was actually not far from the town of Aglaia, and Hill suspected that Corellon had specifically chosen the location.

It seems that AO did compromise.

Aglaia, who also felt it, also checked her temple carefully, and then stayed in the castle completely, deciding not to go out until she found the treasure of the Druid of the Moon Forest.

Hill spent his last days in restless thoughts.

He really misses these old friends, but he is also a little worried: he will definitely not be able to hide his dark history this time. The undead will only add fuel to the fire and will never help him cover it up.

But all the restlessness disappeared in the morning light of the seventh day.

Hill parked his floating castle above the port and canceled all isolation circles for the first time.

He stood on the terrace, looked at the huge white sail appearing on the horizon, and laughed softly.

As the sailboat got closer and closer, the figures on the deck were clearly visible, and Hill finally understood what surprise Corellon was talking about.

He didn't know what he had to do to allow William and the God of Time and Space to open the four body types of elves and half-elves.

Looking at the long ears jumping up and down all over the deck, Hill suddenly felt a dull pain in his stomach.

Does Corellon really feel that the elves of Toril are too inconsistent with the chaotic alignment?

If the Toril people really felt that these were real elves... Hill couldn't help but touch his ears, and felt relieved after feeling that they were not sharp at all.

Linn, who stood on the harbor with Martha to greet visitors from another world, also discovered these long ears as the sailboat got closer.

Although there were many humans, there were definitely a lot of elves and half-elves that he could see on the ship.

Linn couldn't help but glance at the floating castle in mid-air: Hill said they were humans from another world, right? Liszt never said that their strange elemental bodies are elves? It's just that because they don't die, they act very crazy.

Lin En can actually understand the madness of the undead, just like most long-lived elves are chaotic. Otherwise, how can one live a good life on the same level?

Only by being chaotic as you please can you find enough fun in a long life.

But compared to welcoming the humans from another world, Linn liked everything he saw now. There were so many elves, and even though he had been told that these bodies were fake, it made him laugh from the bottom of his heart.

The same goes for the Elf Crusaders beside him. Their serious faces couldn't help but smile.

Ten white sailboats came riding the wind and waves and rushed straight to the port of Aglaia town.

Hill also spotted the Seraphs standing on the bow of the ship.

Corellon actually sent his most powerful envoy.

Looking at their lively expressions, their big wings that kept flapping, and their shimmering robes, Hill was sure that he was going to see the Rashriel whom he had heard of for a long time.

The undead on the deck finally discovered Hill standing in the air. They jumped up and down, waving their hands, and shouted loudly: "Hill, we want you to die~"

"Wait a minute~ Where's our band~ Come on~ Have fun~"

"Hurry up~ Hill is there! Didn't I agree to give him a surprise~"

Many chairs were immediately put out on the ten large ships running side by side, and figures holding various musical instruments sat down happily. Countless figures stood behind them. Looking at the strange formation, Hill suspected that they were going to sing a chorus.

A small figure jumped directly onto the mast of the big ship in the middle, holding a baton and posing.

Looking at the long-lost young master, Hill finally felt a huge panic in his heart.

"Old friend, I miss you!

I wish we could sing that old song together~

Old friend, I miss you~

Remember when we got drunk together~

Old friend, I miss you~

I miss the first beautiful moments we had together~

Old friend, you are indeed here! Let’s have a good time together~”

The undead began to sing, and the lyrics turned out to be very serious. Hill slowly felt relieved. Maybe it was because they hadn't seen each other for a long time, so they let him go?

Soon, however, Hill despaired.

The music suddenly skipped, and something felt wrong. "Beside the sea, under the white clouds~

There is a lost little bear~

Wuwuwuwu~wuwuwuwu~

Crying and can't find home!

Children, I saw it~

Find the poor little bear quickly~

Hey, hey, hey~ Hey, hey, hey~

Send it home! "

Hill's face was as dark as water. He shouldn't have any hope for these guys!