Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Xil Fei took a distant look in mid-air and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the Paladins of Tire stayed with the guys from Black Rose. The Paladins of Tire had all spent time in Faerenriel, and they all knew that as long as they made some normal requests to the undead, they would spend most of their time together. Everyone will do it.

The knights of the Black Rose gathered together to block the group of guys using camp detection.

But the businessmen in the town were watching with uncertainty, and the first reaction of the visitors from another world made them suspicious of the safety of Aglaia Town.

Toril is actually not afraid of the paladins of the lawful good camp. After all, most of them are reasonable and willing to abide by some subtle rules.

But Chaotic Good and Neutral Good are both prone to big mistakes.

Generally speaking, those who engage in camp detection all over the world are actually from these two categories, especially the neutral ones. They never care whether others are affected or not, they only care about whether their own path is firm or not.

To put it bluntly, elves are big trouble.

It was the elves who pulled the dragon from its position as king for the future of Toril. It was also the elves who destroyed the entire pantheon and several affiliated empires, including Myth Drannor, in order to help Lansander become the main god. .

It's just that the elves have retreated to Evermeet Island and the forest for thousands of years, and many people have forgotten their great achievements.

Moreover, the ones on Everjum Island still have the demeanor of elves, and there is actually not much difference between them and the most decadent human empire.

The practices of these elves from other worlds in front of them make many people who grew up listening to elf legends shudder.

These guys seem more like the elves before the Dawn Catastrophe. No wonder the group of Seraphs had a good attitude towards these elves. They might have thought about the past.

Hill frowned and glanced at these Faerun people with different attitudes, and made up his mind.

This is the first impression of the undead entering Toril. Some words are best said upfront. The God of Time and Space and William will not actually control the undead's hatred of the evil camp.

These so-called red names were originally experience packages prepared for the undead.

Although Hill can also suppress some of the undead's movements, why would he do that?

Hill actually hates these guys who do all kinds of evil, but there are some things that the undead can do, but he with Aglaia can't.

Those like Hill who strictly refuse the evil camp to occupy their territory are very rare beings in Toril, and if they don't have enough strength, the evil god will come to them as soon as they say such a thing.

"Gentlemen! Are you here to demolish my home?" Landing directly in the center of the crowd, Hill raised his voice and asked loudly, "Countries in the continent of Faerun have never only been in the good camp, as long as these people have not offended Aglai You can't judge them casually if they follow the laws of a small town!

This place is like Obastian before. I think you can understand what to do? "

"But they are so red and black!" An undead said unhappily.

"The Harpers will post portraits of people with bounties in the North next to their gates. You can watch the arrest. Otherwise, don't use camp detection to cause trouble on these two roads." Hill glanced at the A few pirates said, "As for everything else, please abide by Toril's rules. This continent belongs to all Faerun people. Even if their alignment is evil, they have the right to walk here."

"If they enter the territory, they can be killed, right?" 'Perfect Bald' asked standing nearby. When something happened, he directly commanded those tall knights to hold up giant shields to isolate a space.

But he was actually eyeing these famous pirates.

His eyes were filled with the urge to grab monsters.

"Of course." Hill replied simply, "If you find an evil person within the territory, no matter who it is, you can take action directly."

The businessmen standing on the periphery moved uncomfortably.

They have recently been trying to get close to people in large residential areas, and it seems they want to get a few houses to live in.

But Hill's defense is too complete. Everyone who stays in the territory, including children, has to go to the management center to get his or her own key. Once the wrong person holds the key, you will not be able to enter the gate of the residential area.

I was still thinking of a way, but now most people have decided to give up.

Many businessmen's camps tend to wander, and if they go a little too far, they are evil.

"Then if we see them in the wild..." "Yuluo Fanchen" standing next to "Perfect Bald Head" asked the most critical question.

"It's not my territory, why should I care so much?" Hill said with a smile, "Everyone is responsible for his own life!"

Hill heard the gasps of air from many people.

They knew very well that this was the mage lord who had given up on business.

For the merchants on his continent who come here to buy and sell magical items, it would be great if they could be even 10% neutral and kind.

Is he planning to let Blackwater City go?

Not every businessman can find someone he can trust to make large purchases.

Anyway, the price of rare items in Waterdeep City has been reduced a lot due to Hill's suppression. Even if they are not as cost-effective as the rare items in Aglaia Town, they are still very profitable if sold to other continents.

Hill ignored those businessmen with different ideas. He no longer needed to take care of Kelben, the black staff in Waterdeep City.

If you want to suppress the undead with strong strength, you must first fight back the Seraphs who have already settled in Alchemy Square.

The undead finally walked away, but judging from their unconvinced expressions, it was obvious that these pirates would be killed immediately if they were caught outside.

Hill sighed and said to the visitors of Luskan: "Although it sounds a bit unpleasant to say this, you'd better stay away from where these undead are.

I can only guarantee your lives in the town of Aglaia. "

"Can our ship..." a man dressed as a captain asked tentatively.

"Impossible!" Hill flatly refused, "I allow you to enter because this is Faerun's rule, and you are not on the bounty list.

In the eyes of the undead, pirates like you who are nothing in Toril deserve to die.

Although I'm not that extreme, I don't think you are innocent either. You have really committed a crime.

If something like a pirate ship appeared in my territory, I would just smash it! "

The pirates looked ugly: "Can't we go to the tavern too? Where did these undead come from! Why are there so many things going on!"

"Corellon found it," Hill replied.

"Then this time we..." A bald man in the lead couldn't help but ask, "It's okay if you don't come here in the future. There is no place where you can't drink! These idiots have to try to see if the coffee tastes good."

"You are unlucky because you said dirty words to our girls, right? Who can blame you for your own death!" The 'old Sanda King' who had been squatting in the back suddenly said, "If this is not Hill's territory, who cares? Which camp are you from? Kill me first!"

The priest wearing a white elf skirt had a murderous look on his cute little face.

"I'm sorry!" The leader apologized immediately, "It's because they drank too much! We are leaving now, and we will never dare to talk too much in the future."

Hill was stunned for a moment.

Luskans have always been a bit die-hard in their work, and would rather die than surrender. This captain is quite different.

"Let them go!" Thorne, the leader of the Silver Shield, said, "In Luskan, people like them are considered good people. They don't have the lives of ordinary people on their hands."

The 'Perfect Bald Head' waved his hand, a gap opened in the shield array, and several pirates left tremblingly.

"Hill." Thorne, "The undead are coming. Your store will probably be closed, right?"

"Don't worry." Hill replied, "I'm more used to doing their business. The undead are richer."

After hearing Hill's words, many undead people looked strange and excited: Hill's stuff was always good, but it also cost money.

"William won't give us gold, Hill.

Before coming to Toril, let us exchange all our gold coins for crystals.

It is said that there are special gold coins in Corellon, and we will exchange them for crystal stones when the time comes. "Xue Yunfeng, who had been sitting in the cafe at the back, came out. They were chatting and drinking coffee inside just now. The paladins of Tire treated them to a treat, and the bald man dragged him here by the way.

Black Rose people have no problem fighting, but no one in their family is willing to do these troublesome interpersonal relationships.

‘Xueyun Peak’ asked tentatively: “William only took back our Salar gold coins, but didn’t care about the ones in Ferenriel.

Is it because Salal gold coins come from Trasil, but crystal stones and Ferrenriel gold coins do not.

As for currency, many gods can find some of Trasil's laws on it? "

Hill smiled gently. No wonder this guy's position has always been very stable. His thoughts are very close to the facts.

What is really important is that the Salar gold coins were ordered by William, using the gold mines of Salar as materials, and the patterns on them are the scales of the Temple of Time and Space.

Thousands and tens of thousands of them may not have any impact, but the undead have too many in their hands. If they are not taken back, part of the laws controlled by the space-time divine system will be exposed.

Although Hilde didn't get an answer, 'Xueyunfeng' had already got the answer he wanted, and he spoke directly to some of the clan leaders around him: "People from our alliance don't want a Salar gold coin in Toril. Flowers, you know?

When the time comes to lower your reputation, don’t blame me for not saying it beforehand. William didn’t strictly take it back, just to scare the monkeys.

If you don’t want to be that chicken, just be honest! "

Thorne and the Paladins standing nearby looked at the clan leaders with their fingers flying in surprise. Are they so obedient?