Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Hill smiled, lowered his head and counted the number of rare objects on the terrace. He could feel how serious the obsessive-compulsive disorder of this group of dracolichs was. The 68 treasures were not only similar in level, but also very similar in value.

68, this should only be all the dragon lichs belonging to the Dragon Worship Cult in Faerûn.

It doesn't sound like a lot, but Hill remembers that before Long Kuang, there were less than 20.

The power of the Dragon Worship Cult... has become very powerful after expelling and killing most of the Dracolich members transformed by humans. The Five-Colored Dragon Queen's efforts are not in vain.

Of course, there are still human members in the current Dragon Cult, but these people can no longer transform into the form of giant dragons. They are just draconians controlled by Dracolich. Their soul fire and body are controlled by these dragons in their claws. .

They are just puppets, and most of them are only used to collect intelligence and serve as low-level thugs.

The envoy chosen by the Dragon Cult is indeed very suitable. It seems that they already have some understanding of Hill, and specially sent a lich like Elsala, who will not arouse natural anger, to Aglaia.

When a gem dragon turns into a dracolich, both body and mind will be forced into a serious conflict. Most of the time, the soul is actually in a strange fugue state. It can persist until it successfully uses spiritual power to keep its dragon body activated. So far there are only two...

Elsala is now in a state between life and death.

Before killing the White Dragon Queen, Elsara had been trying to maintain her sanity and not let her obsession drift away.

At least until now, this Topaz Dragon Lich has not committed any crimes. He even maintains friendly contact with some of his Huang Yulong relatives.

For forces like Hill who are relatively friendly to dragons, they will not shout and kill when they see a dragon lich. Just like the natural consciousness around Hill, although they don't like Elshara, they can tolerate him. exist.

But those guys in the Dragon Worship Cult who like to create undead will not receive such a peaceful reception.

The natural consciousness only hates those who turn themselves into undead, but those who turn others into undead will be hated and hated by it.

Hill calculated the total value of these rare objects, and couldn't help but widen his eyes... He discovered that the value judgment of this group of dracolich on the ancient green dragon was actually based on the method of making the dragon by removing its bones and peeling off its skin. The total price of various rare items.

If Hill hadn't seen the estimated total price of another ancient green dragon of the same level brought by Lin En during this period, he probably wouldn't have reacted so quickly... But even if Hill took away one After cutting off the dragon skin, the final valuation was between 2 million and 3 million.

The total value of these rare objects is about 2.5 million.

Hill asked Ersala with a strange look on her face: "Your value judgment on Claudelia Mata...are you not afraid that she will go crazy when she goes back?"

"Of course Claudia Mata will understand... to humans, dead dragons are much more valuable than live dragons." Ersala said without blinking, "We ourselves saw a hostile enemy that could be killed. Dragon, that’s how it is calculated.

If you look at the dragons that blackmail countries and regions, you will understand that the price they ask for is mostly their own worth plus a portion.

The price is the base price.

Even the five-color dragon gives humans room to bargain. "

Hill was silent... Is the dragon's mind connected to the bottomless abyss?

Hill, who couldn't understand it at all, asked the topaz dragon lich to wait a moment. He put away the strange objects and planned to release the emerald dragon first.

Elsala nodded in understanding. He knew that the place where an ancient dragon could be imprisoned must be the most heavily defended place in the city, and he would certainly not be allowed to enter.

He doesn't have that interest either.

He was willing to do this just because the city of Aglaia was on the Sword Coast. It was too powerful and couldn't be far from his cave. Ersala didn't want to offend such a powerful person because of the Dragon Cult's trivial things. power.

Of course, had the magic network been in trouble before, the Dracolich, who was good at magic, would not have chosen such a humiliating retreat.

Corellon may not be able to bear the consequences of more than 60 dragon lichs attacking at the same time.

But now this situation... forget it! Even if they win, more than half of them lichs will die.

Although the lich can be resurrected in the future, with the current state of the original power, no one knows whether it will sleep for thousands of years... No dracolich is willing to sacrifice himself for such a trivial matter.

Hill came to the cave, pushed the door open, looked at the green dragon below holding a roasted beef leg and gnawed it, and said: "Claudia Mata, the person who redeemed you is here."

He glanced at the dragon's wings that hadn't fully grown yet, called the after-sales service in a friendly manner, and gave her a recovery spell.

Claudia Mata hesitated for a while before saying: "You will definitely not return my storage tools to me. Then can you let me finish eating the meat before leaving?"

Hill helplessly looked at the dragon that seemed to be trying to hang on, and used a little force to retract the two doors with his own pendant: "Now...do you still have to wait?"

Claudia Mata stood up slowly and said with great regret: "Isn't this place no longer needed in the future? Can it continue to be a prison?"

I can be your caretaker! Just include food. There is no need to waste the golem, how expensive it is!

I'm also a druid and can help you plant this mountain with raspberries and blueleaf trees.

I am the best at these two kinds of trees, and my annual income can be 5,000 gold! "

Hill simply refused: "I'm sorry, Ms. Claudelia Mata, my territory is lawful good and does not accept citizens of the evil alignment."

The ancient green dragon flapped its wings dejectedly, took out a dark green scale, used dragon language magic to turn it into a small bag, and put the remaining food into it.

Hill blinked: The scales in Claudia Mata's hand should have fallen off when he broke her wings.

This dragon really knows how to live a good life!

Hill walked lightly in front of the green dragon, not caring that Claudia Mata was following him with heavy steps. He was not afraid of any sneak attacks now.

The green dragon who left the cave looked up and saw Elsara looking over at the otherworldly whale. Suddenly he stamped his feet and flew up: "Why is it you? Elsara. How dare you? Leave your own cave? Aren't you afraid that Alvia Tullese will raid your lair?"

"Others don't dare to come." Elsala didn't care about the green dragon's sarcasm at all. "Looking at your performance, you should be in good health. Then I'll leave. Just like you said, you have to protect your home!"

He instantly recovered his dark yellow dragon body: "Then I'll leave first. Dear Lord Aglaia, I hope that the next time we meet, it won't be for such a shameful reason."

Claudia Marta chased after her angrily: "Elsala! You coward! Who are you talking about?"

Seeing the two dragons chasing each other away, Hill shook his head helplessly.

"Are they worried that you will intercept them?" Lin En walked out of the forest on the opposite side and revealed the chorus of the two dragons.

"Why are you here?" Hill laughed, "They will definitely do that themselves, and of course they will be worried about me. Just ignore them and don't dare to come here in the future."

"The undead were a little commotion when they saw them, as if they wanted to take a closer look at the other dragons." Lin En sighed, "I can only say that they are your guests and should not be disturbed.

Fortunately, they shouted in dragon language, which the undead couldn't understand. "

"Most of them should leave for Waterdeep City, right? I think the water network is almost completed." Hill walked over and walked side by side in the forest with Linn.

Since the wood elves became a member of Aglaia City, this green forest has belonged to Hill's territory, otherwise he would not have occupied this mountain range.

"More than half of them walked, and a small part seemed to be very interested in farming. They kept following the druids to help them plant flowers, plants and trees." Linn said a little strangely, "But the druids said they have no regard for nature. Not much love, more curiosity.

In the past, when the druids used divine magic to cultivate plants, the undead seemed to have little interest. But now they have to do it themselves, and they are very active.

Are all undead people from noble families? The last time I saw such a person, it was a young lady from a Duke's family who wanted to try the life of a poor person. "

"Actually, it's pretty much the same. They have no worries about food and clothing, are safe and happy, and learn all kinds of knowledge since childhood." Hill thought for a while before answering. Even the little nobles in Toril may not have such a good life.

"Forget it, no matter how beautiful the other worlds are, it has nothing to do with me." Lin En shook his head and said softly, "On the other hand, over there in Waterdeep City, the undead just had a day and started fighting with the most arrogant gang. Behind them was The Dagger Gang of the City Guards."

"Waterdeep's ability to kill people is still so good!" Hill sighed.

The fate of the city guards is always to throw them away after use. By the way, they have to use the waste to test how much power the dead people can use now.

"There's no reaction from the Black Tower?" Linn asked. He knew that Hill had a way to monitor Kelburn.

"No." Hill said regretfully, "Only Laila occasionally takes her children out to bask in the sun. She is still not easy to mess with."

"What a pity..." Linn didn't finish his words, but Hill understood that what he regretted was why Laila suddenly took the child back to Waterdeep City instead of staying in the city of hope, Remansing.

Just as he was about to reply, his train of thought was interrupted, and the bell tying Hill's hair rang softly.

He looked up in surprise, then took Linn and flew directly back to the study of the floating castle.

Lin En looked at Lily of the Valley in surprise, holding a silver-black drop-shaped gem. The picture above her head was a little blurry, but it was enough to make it clear what was going on.

The undead and Edna Maxwell have already joined forces.

Hill looked at the girl opposite the little girl with a strange expression. The 'senior Sanda King' was pointing at her skirt and saying something. He was probably asking where her skirt was made.