Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

"Survived the Fourth Scourge (

Hill took a sip of tea from Martha.

"What is Hill drinking?" Adrian stood up and sat down again.

Hill could only tell Martha to pour him a glass.

This is a kind of magic plant leaves, very similar to the tea leaves of Hill World.

It also has a refreshing effect, but apart from the taste, it doesn't have much merit.

After Hill discovered this kind of leaf, Liszt quickly found out how to make black tea in the core.

Green tea is good, but Hill doesn't like to drink it. He just can't stand the suffering. The Beat generation only likes to drink milk tea.

Hill has always abandoned green tea very confidently: I move bricks, I carry buckets, I am covered in soil, but I just don't want to suffer, not a single bit.

Drinking coffee requires sugar and a lot of milk.

Anyway, this black tea, paired with the very precious cows raised in his farm, produced milk, really fragrant.

Adrian drank a cup and his eyes lit up: "You hide-away guy. Just watch me drink such a bad taste of sage mint tea."

"The effect is much worse." Hill replied helplessly, "This is delicious, but it's not as refreshing as mint, and it doesn't help improve memory."

Adrian smiled and patted Hill on the head: "We are all wizards, not so much effect, remember to get me some."

"Don't forget to give the teacher something." Adrian walked to the door and said, "The teacher doesn't like the taste of mint tea.

Just used to drinking since childhood. "

Hill nodded: "I will let Martha send it."

Adrian went out, looking at Martha, who was waiting for her order with a smile on her face, Hill slowly said: "Tell Liszt, half of the tea bags will be delivered to grandfather. From the other half, half will be given to Ah. Uncle Derian.

When you go to make tea, ask your grandfather to try a few more combinations and see if you like. "

Seeing Martha disappear, Hill stood up and went out from the back door, and flew directly back to the magic tower.

I don't know where these people come from. Frank was not so cold and guarded at first, and once said that he would introduce him to some people at the party.

The result was once again in the water.

William deserved to go back to the capital because he was anxious to unify the troubles.

Fran needs Hill to show a nonchalant attitude, and Hill certainly does. Hill also intends to let Liszt maximize the defense of the territory, not just the undead being restricted.

Isn't it normal for a natural warlock to require that people in their own territory not be inclined to evil?

But it was just another time to spend money, but Hill didn't care. Hill was a rich man who raised a vein by himself.

Hill simply plunged into the work of refining the pendant. He missed the turtle Mr. Bakers a bit, anyway, because he had a lot of shells, Hill was willing to take out a lot of things to exchange.

Bakers also missed this human being he had encountered.

The octopus did not listen to his advice, and had to knock the humans off the seaside city so that they could eat the undead who tasted good.

I didn't eat a bite and didn't say anything. It took a lot of effort and broke some buildings such as docks and warehouses.

He also ruined his own life.

These sea monsters, watching humans make octopus into various foods from a distance, are really a little scared.

Bakers likes the colder water, and doesn't like the deep sea, where there is no seaweed and mussels he likes to eat.

He moved his paws and swam slowly, having to think of a way to find Hill.

The child of Hill, strong, good-natured, with such a strong natural aura, will definitely not deceive the turtle.

Then, he saw several humans surrounded by sharks.

Exuding a strange atmosphere that attracts monsters, but the undead who can't eat it at all!

Bakers rushed over and drove away these idiot sharks.

The news that the undead can’t eat should be spread all over the sea here, so why go to eat them?

He lowered his head and looked at these undead people carefully, there are names on top of his head?

Bakers struggled to distinguish: "Um... sailing, sailing? And the sad North Ocean?" The cold one didn't recognize it, it was messy. Isn't it good to bully the tortoise's eyes?

He cleared his throat, and didn't notice that the undead almost jumped into the sea because of his fright.

"Are you undead? Hill said you would take the task?"

He looked sideways at several undeads rubbing against each other there, then lowered his head to take a closer look: Do the undead also like to communicate with each other like dolphins?

Sailing away I don’t know what peculiar things the turtle is thinking, and he quickly opened a big smile: "Mr. Turtle, is the Hill you mentioned, the Sorcerer Hill?"

"Yes, when he went to play in other countries some time ago, he and I met a very friendly and cute kid."

"If there is anything you can say as much as possible! Mr. Hill, we all know it!" Sad Bei Dayang answered.

"Just send this to Hill." Bakers spat out a box and threw it on the boat.

Fortunately, he left the breath of Hill at the beginning, and he was not afraid that someone would open the box halfway.

Bakers sighed slightly, hoping that these undeads would not throw away the box, although it was not a precious thing, he just wanted to talk to these undeads.

He didn't plan to have more in-depth contacts with the undead, as long as he was in danger, such as when the undead army came to kill him and grab the magic core, just let him know.

Bakers left worryingly, so he wouldn't stay where the undead knew, it was a dangerous race.

Although there may have been fierce psychological struggles, these players still delivered things to Hill's territory that night when the box could not be opened.

As soon as they got out of the teleportation formation, they saw the characters ‘Undead’s Reception Area’, and hesitantly walked in to take a look. It turned out to be a player lying on a recliner and looking at the giant screen outside the window.

"It's all players, I won't get up." The old cat said slowly, "Is there something big?"

"We were at the beach and took a letter delivery mission to Mr. Hill." Yang Fan Yuanhang replied.

"Huh?" The old cat sat up, "Which one of you can help? Only with a friendly reputation can I enter here."

"For the sword."

"The one who asks the sword can really run!" The old cat exclaimed.

"Our ship university," said sad Bei Dayang, "I don't plan to leave the seaside."

"Then why are you asking the sword?" The old cat was surprised.

"Wenjianli has a lot of students from various schools! You usually see only the crazy ones." Yangfan Yuanhang said gloomily. , There are no restrictions.

There is no need to limit, ask Jiantianxia Youth Tour, is it still used? How many gangs dare to pry the corner? It's almost becoming synonymous with the junior camp of Secondary Two. "

"Master, did you have money and no land to spend?" The old cat muttered, lighting the tablet to summon Liszt out.

"Old Cat Deputy Mayor, what's the matter?" Liszt appeared instantly.

"They came to deliver Hill a letter."

"A few good ones," Liszt asked calmly, "I don't know who sent the letter?"

"A sea turtle." Yangfan sent the small box on a long voyage.

"It's Mr. Bakers." Liszt called a puppet and told him to return the box to the magic tower immediately.

"Thank you for your help." Liszt called on another puppet with a small box in his hand. "Please accept this thank you gift."

Liszt started chatting with these players to find out how they met Bakers and the situation at the seaside.

Hill looked at the small box delivered to her hand in a daze.

Bakers, why did you suddenly bring things here, what happened?

He carefully placed a few detection spells, and after making sure that there were no poisons and traps, he gently opened the box.

Inside is full of snail beads of various colors, and in the middle of the snail beads, a spiral conch with a whole body of gold and silver lines around it.

Hill first picked up the snail beads, and the things that allowed Bakers to stay were all from Warcraft Conch. There was such a colorful box that the legend probably had never seen so many.

Hill thought of the purification fountain in his valley. Although the water spar could absorb the power of the Tide Dance Moon Ying spell and keep the effect of this spell for at least one month, if you add this snail ball, Hill doesn’t need it. Often add spells.

The increase and absorption of Spiral Ball to water spells is almost the highest among water system materials.

But the Conch of Warcraft is very concealed, and human beings can only get lucky.

Only the sea turtle Bakers who eats sea snails live long enough to have a lot of snails in his hands.

Hill's eyes shimmered slightly: Bakers is very thief, it is impossible to give Hill the best snails in his hand.

No matter what he wanted to do, Hill was willing to trade with him.

He gently picked up the Sound Transmission Conch and checked it carefully.

Bakers seemed to really have something to look for him. This conch is of a very high level, and it is a high-quality product that can be used almost once in half a month.

This kind of sound transmission snails have always been accompanied by one pair. They are probably the only one among the sea snails that will not be crushed alive by hunters, but if discovered by a high-level sea monster, the chance of survival is also the lowest. .

It is estimated that the unlucky pair of high-level sound transmission snails were discovered by Bakers. They are delicious and have enough mana. They are even useful for the remains. Bakers will have no problem chasing them for thousands of miles.

Hill turned his head slightly and looked outside. Is Liszt okay?

Liszt, who appeared after half an hour, briefly explained the status quo of Donghai.

A large number of undead people who want to go to sea have gathered in the city where Spencer is stationed.

Probably because the elemental fluctuations are too strong, there are always silly sea monsters attacking.

Some time ago, I just unloaded a legendary octopus and held a lively gathering of "100 Ways of Eating Octopus".

Now, near that city, there is no longer a high-level sea monster.

Of course, most of the undead there do not have the desire to go deep into the ocean.

Only toss near the shallow sea, learn to swim, learn to learn to dive.

By the way, I am studying shipbuilding matters.

I also complained that the ships sold in the Flange Territory were too expensive to afford.

Hill shook his head helplessly, waiting until the players have been mixed for a few more years, the problem on the land is almost resolved, and if there are fewer tasks, there will definitely be a prodigal who buys a boat to travel.

Liszt finally said: "Those undead, I ask the deputy mayor of Old Cat to entertain for a while, saying that you may want to reply."

Hill gently input his mana, and the silver thread on the sound transmission conch gradually flickered, and he put the conch to his ear.

"Hill?" Bakers quickly contacted him.

"It's me." Hill said with a smile, "Mr. Bakers, long time no see."

"It's been a long time." Bakers said flatly. "A little longer, maybe what you see is my shell."

"Mr. Bakers, don't you plan to leave that sea area?" Hill was a little strange.

"Each monster has its own territory." Bakers was a little annoyed, "I'm still a little turtle. When entering the deep sea, you must either take refuge in the elders of the clan, or shrink in a small place, unable to move.

As far as the shallow sea is concerned, Cortez hasn't been out of my territory yet! "

"That octopus some time ago?"

"The land in the sea is different. The shore is mine. Deeper, the upper layer is mine and the lower layer is his.

He was so stupid. He thought about his neighbors for many years, and advised him to be honest, but thought I wanted to eat by myself. "

Hill could only smile helplessly.

"This conch can only be spoken for half an hour at a time. I will make a long story short.

Hill, can you think of a way to keep the undead from harassing me? "

Hill couldn't help laughing. Bakers was afraid that the undead army would kill him.

"Let's do it." Hill thought of the players who asked the sword, "You find an island for them as a territory, and then you become the resident monster in that territory.

Just make a general oath, you know? "

"Knowing is knowing." Bakers was a little reluctant. "Do you have to do this?"

"After that, if there are any undead who want to kill you, the undead in the territory will protect you.

If it's just a transaction relationship, the undead are not so kind. "

"Then I have to think about it." Bakers said hesitantly.

"Don't have to be so hurry for the time being." Hill said, "The demons are invading, and most of them will go to Cortez.

You can have a few years to test the undead on your side. "

"Spring water that bitch." Bakers said suddenly, "If the Seagod awakens, we shouldn't be so scared."

Most demons will not go into the water, unless the entire continent falls, the sea only needs to be worried.

Hill felt that there would only be more demigods in the sea, but it was a pity that they all stood on the sidelines~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I guess they didn't really want to push a great **** on top of their heads.

Therefore, Hill didn't want to take this word at all, and Bakers knew it in his heart.

Seeing Hill was silent and automatically changed the subject.

"Things in the sea, do you have anything you want?

You can ask the player to find me to trade, bring something that radiates your mana fluctuations, and I will check it out when I feel it. "

"Not too often," Hill said directly. "If you get caught regularly, there may be undead people who want to kill you."

"I won't show up when there are too many people. The elements in them fluctuate very strongly." Bakers said, "Occasionally, it should be no problem to trade once."

Feeling that there is not much time, Hill simply agreed: "Just send the letter to the undead this time! People from their clan can be directly teleported to my territory."

"Is the undead also divided into camps?" Bakers reacted quickly.

"Tens of millions of people!" Hill said grimly, "It's not normal to fight.

There may be more in the future. "

"Then I really have to think about it." Bakers' voice became weaker and weaker.

Hill hurriedly asked him: "Do you have anything you want?"

"It's delicious on land." Bakers finished the sentence with the fastest speed.

Seeing the light on the conch dimmed, Hill could only give up the idea of ​​questioning.

He called Liszt and asked him to prepare a box of food made with various magic plants and monster meat, all of which must be high-end.

He took out a jewel-like space box and inlaid a non-attribute spar full of his own mana on it.

Hill looked expectantly as Liszt took away the box. Although this time, he had consumed most of the high-end ingredients in his hand, but if Bakers returned the box to full, Hill would have to Make a profit!