Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Keith hid behind Hill and made faces at the tall earth elemental lord.

Hill helplessly grabbed his little arm and lifted the unconvinced wind element in front of his eyes: "What do you think of Kelenden's words?"

"I'm so small, and I'm not in the way." Keith said confidently, "I went over as soon as I left. They had to drill in the gap for a long time, slowly, chatting while drilling, and I was almost dying! I Don’t want to wait!”

"But that's a gap that the earth elemental lord opened for his own convenience!" Hill said to Case very seriously, "The exit to the elemental world is at the home of Lord Colendern.

If other elemental elves came into your cloud house without saying hello, would you be happy to welcome them? "

Keith was silent for a while: "But didn't he let the elemental elves pass through at will?"

"Other elements will say hello before they come in!" Kolenden said angrily, "They will also line up! They won't fly past my face with a whoosh, and fly over again with a whoosh!

It took me a long time not to slap you to death! "

"The underground of the Magic Tower is the territory of the earth element. If other elements want to go to the elemental world through our place, they will say hello to the earth element in the basement instead of flying directly over our heads!" Christo, who has always been easy to talk to, said Val was not very happy.

"The wood element is also very small. We have been queuing up, why can't you?" Elona Eun, who was next to her, couldn't help but ask Case.

When Hill saw the water elemental lord Nerendil standing there, he knew that Case had really made these elemental elves uncomfortable.

Elemental elves are all impatient. This is the first time to face the impatient wind element. It will probably take some time to get used to it.

"That was my mistake. I thought anyone could go anywhere!" Keith, who lowered his head and thought for a while, finally understood that although the passage was on Hill's territory, it did not belong to Hill. If you borrow a pass, you have to say hello to the original owner.

And it's polite to queue up. Unless it's a particularly urgent matter, it's best not to break.

Seeing that the wind elemental clan leader had softened, the earth elementals let go of his clansmen.

Hill looked at the wind elemental elf who instantly flew back to the Cloud House to hide, and frowned: "No wonder you haven't become a lord yet, Case, have you split again?"

"When I become a lord, it will not be my tribe that will be divided, but my children. It will take thousands of years for an elemental lord to have a child of his own accord." Case said dejectedly, "I don't want to wait until my tribe grows up. It will be too slow to split again!”

Hill was stunned for a moment. He had forgotten that Keith was the first wind elemental elf in the world. The initial split was just the wind element generated by the law with the help of him. He was just a tribesman of Keith and not a relative.

When he becomes the elemental lord, the law can no longer borrow Case's body, and the wind elemental elf will return to the normal growth path of the elemental family.

But even if most of the power is based on laws, Keyes has paid a lot, and his dedication to the elemental lord that he has delayed until now can prove his dedication.

"But Case, when Cristobal first followed me, there were only a few dozen tribesmen." Hill touched his spinning cyclone head, "There are even fewer water elements and wood elements. Look, they have become so big." Are you a tribe member? Case, you need to trust your tribe. After all, you are already the leader of a tribe with hundreds of tribesmen!"

"I know." Case said honestly, "I also have to become a legend, otherwise I might really get beaten to death if I do something wrong next time."

Hill's eyes narrowed: Why are you so sure that you will make mistakes again?

The Case in his memory was still the shy and pitiful little boy who would rather hide in a pendant and live as an element. When did he become a piece of meat?

Hill looked up at the Cloud House, looked down, and saw Aglaia's small maze at the fountain.

There are so many elemental lords, why do you want to learn from the undead? Hill almost asked, but held back in the end.

Compared to Kes, the other elements spend more time in contact with the undead, and they have no interest in the undead at all.

This is probably the nature of the wind element, but it's just a little more learned from the undead.

"Case, if you get beaten because you caused trouble, I won't care." Hill tried to keep his voice calm.

"It doesn't matter, they won't kill me anyway!" Keith replied smoothly.

He quickly realized what he had said, and instantly transformed from his human form into a little whirlwind: "I'm going back! I have to comfort my tribe! Goodbye Hill!"

Hill sighed. The children he raised were all good in character, but each one seemed to be more skinny than the other?

He tidied up, parked the cloud boat in front of the magic tower, and finally returned home.

This trip finally comes to an end.

"Sir." Liszt appeared behind him, "You won't go out this time, right?"

"Not in a short time, and we will go out in a year." Hill walked into the floating ladder, "What happened recently?"

"No, it's just that the undead have a greater demand for purification potions." Liszt replied, "The inventory is no longer available. I have asked them to go to Master Fran's magic town to purchase them. There are more alchemists there."

"More?" Hill was stunned for a moment.

"After the Mage Association was disbanded, many high-level mages dispersed to various countries. Currently, various countries are a bit turbulent. Some alchemists were worried about trouble, so they moved to magic towns."

Hill nodded: "As long as they don't cause trouble, my grandfather will be willing to protect them. He has always felt that alchemy should have better development."

"Not causing trouble is a very difficult requirement." Liszt couldn't help but sigh, "This is the first time I have seen Diamont so crazy."

The floating ladder reached the top floor, and Hill walked towards his bedroom: "What can they do? Have they provoked the undead?"

"They probably provoked each other!" Liszt said fairly, "There are still very few people who can enter Master Fran's territory. Those who do the running tasks here are not qualified to enter there. So these undead cherish this very much. Qualified.

But I can't bear it, both sides are in debt. "

Hill asked in surprise: "What does the alchemist owe you? The undead who can go to my grandfather's place are all high-level."

As for the alchemist, it would be good to be able to reach the archmage.

There are very few alchemists who can become magicians.

"The undead who have stayed in the magic town for a long time are all interested in alchemy." Liszt looked strange, "But the undead sometimes only look at interest, not talent.

And very rich. "

Hill said "Ah", thinking of those basic alchemy products that were so cheap that even ordinary people could afford them. It looked like a few undead were trying to improve their proficiency.

With the current number of undead, there would be tens of thousands of people staying in the magic town.

Hill understood that even if alchemy was indeed difficult for the undead, there would always be undead who thought they were geniuses and would jump into this pit.

It's common to throw away hundreds of thousands of basic products. It's a matter of the future if you can't make high-end alchemical products.

"Some alchemists think that what they do is a bit too much." Liszt said slowly, "The market has failed them. Junior alchemists now have to work for high-level people to survive.

They don't have as much money as the undead, and they can only make hundreds of primary products. The prices they paid for the materials were again high, and many low-end finished products were now less expensive than half the materials they used.

Even high-level warlocks feel that they can't bear it. The prices of basic materials are rising too fast.

So when some alchemists saw the undead making alchemical items in the workshops of the magic town, they satirized them a little, saying that the undead were either handicapped or stupid.

After the undead became popular, they bought out all the materials from the grocers in the magic town.

It's been a week, and those alchemists haven't even bought a single straw. "

Hill shook his head: "If you are as rich as the undead, you need a high-level alchemist. But they will not do such stupid things."

Probably only these low-level alchemists who feel that their livelihoods are going to be ruined by the undead would do this.

"But the basic materials of the undead are all purchased from His Majesty the King!" Hill was a little confused. "It has nothing to do with other material dealers."

The materials used by the undead were obviously obtained by the God of Time and Space from other worlds, and they did not harm the foundation of this world at all.

It is impossible for those two people to not know what inflation is and what supply and demand balance is.

In fact, the undead use gold coins most of the time, and they buy more things from ordinary people.

Places like the Chamber of Commerce basically have nothing to do with the undead.

"Businessmen want to raise prices, so long as they have an excuse." Liszt said matter-of-factly, "There must be big chambers of commerce hoarding goods. Maybe it's the royal chambers of commerce that are behind the wheel."

Hill pushed the hair from his forehead back: "Let's play! His Majesty the King has always been very careful not to harm the fragile economic cycle of this world. The undead almost always follow a closed-loop economic model.

Although they spent a lot of crystals on me and my grandfather, these crystals were basically used by ourselves, so it was also a closed loop.

If those chambers of commerce get too big, and His Majesty the King really lets go of part of the undead economy, gold coins alone can fool them.

The spar probably won't, unless some idiot king ends up personally.

Hmm... probably not? So many lessons lie ahead! "

Hill shook his head: "I want to take a bath first, Liszt.

You tell Diamonte that if they don't have enough basic materials for their magic tower, they can ask the undead to buy them at the normal purchase price.

They will sell it. Our purchase price is much higher than the price they paid for it from His Majesty the King!

Don't worry about the ones in small towns. If the grocery stores have them, they will sell them. If they don't, those alchemists won't be stupid enough to attack the magicians. "

Liszt had already prepared the bathroom, promised softly and disappeared.