Chapter 483: Leaving the Vortex and Entering the Undead Swamp
Hill took Terry to the farm outside the city early the next morning.
They spent half a day here.
Mainly because Terry discovered that Hill had grown a lot of fruits and nuts from outside the Northland, and he was a little greedy.
Fortunately, Hill's main goal was to eat staple food, so even if Terry squatted on the tree and ate most of the fruit, Hill didn't feel anything.
Anyway, Terry hasn't eaten many fruits and nuts from the North. With these things, the roadside hotel prepared by Hill can be opened.
As long as people stay, they will be interested in Aglaia's temple.
In a place like Faerûn, as long as they are not evil gods, many people will show respect to the gods they see, even if they have never seen them before.
But there are too many gods in this world, and most people are not sure that they know all the gods.
When I returned home in the afternoon, Hill received many invitations in his mailbox.
He took a thick stack of letters and returned to the study with Terry.
Terry looked at the tall walls of books on three sides in surprise, scratched his head and said, "Why do you like reading so much? I also brought some with me when I went out this time. Except for the Dragon Language magic, which I can't show you, I can copy everything else for you.
One serving.”
Hill nodded readily: "Of course that is the best. I have basically bought all the books available on the market in Silver Moon City, except for those antique books."
"Human antique books are really useless." Terry spread his hands, "Unless they are made of gold."
Hill knew that Terry not only wanted to repay him for saving his life, but also for the future dragon nest.
So he simply accepted all the rewards from Terry, otherwise, Hill's kindness would be a bit too heavy for Terry.
Even if you are a friend, you cannot owe too much to any one party. The pressure will make people feel afraid to see their friends again.
Seeing that Hill readily accepted it, Terry actually behaved more calmly.
He leaned over to look at the invitation in Hill's hand: "Who is this?"
"From the auction house." Hill smiled, "The harvest season is here. They are going to hold a big autumn auction and invited me to participate."
"Are you going?" Terry asked with interest, "What are they selling?"
"In autumn, of course, the main products are specialties from all over the world." Hill dropped the invitation, "especially the various spices that are worth gold."
Terry was stunned for a moment and suddenly lost interest. He had just come out of Hill's farm and knew what was there.
Hill flipped through several more invitations, all of which were sent by the archmages invited by the Black Staff.
This kind of thing usually casts a wide net. Anyone who is a famous mage in Silver Moon City will be invited to the banquet. To put it bluntly, it is to show his presence in a new place. Of course, it is best to win over
Some people.
Although the main force of this expedition must be the archmages of Waterdeep City, there are also many people from Silvermoon City.
Hill simply threw those invitations aside.
"Why didn't Black Stick invite you?" Terry asked curiously, "Are you much stronger than these guys?"
"The city they plan to explore must have something to do with elves." Hill sneered and said, "How dare they invite me? A person of golden elf blood who looks like a natural mage at first glance?
Everyone knows that the golden elves who come out for the trial will definitely have a protector following them."
"You don't need protection, right?" Terry asked simply, "Your parents may not be as strong as you!"
Hill couldn't help but laugh: "There are still people who are better than me, no matter who the elders are."
Terry was stunned for a moment, and immediately thought of his parents: "That's true, your bloodline is very strong at first glance.
But there’s no need to protect a legend! Just give you a way to escape.”
It seems that dragons treat their children this way.
Hill shook his head: "The elves are different, especially the golden elves. If the descendants are stronger, they will send out guardians with different professions.
You don't have to be better than me, but you need to be good at leading people to escape or be able to quickly notify your family for help.
At my level, who can kill me directly?
You can always survive until rescue.
The concealment methods of elves are not necessarily less than those of shadow walkers. As long as there is a green place, my guardian is probably hiding there.
So the stronger I am, the more worried they are.
If I stay any longer, it is very likely that the Black Stick will come to visit me personally. He knows the traditions of the elves very well."
The last paragraph, what Hill said is profound. The father of Blackstaff Kelben is a half-elf, but the branch he came from has completely fallen, and Kelben is almost the only successor.
So he actually knows very well that the golden elves who travel are always followed by one or even several guardians. The only difference lies in the ability of the family.
Although Hill didn't, Black Stick wouldn't believe it.
As for Alustriel, she will not tell others the true origin of Hill.
Although Kel was her brother-in-law, he was also a competitor of Silvermoon City and the lord of Waterdeep City.
Hill's identity is not a matter that threatens life and death. The thoughtful lady will not share it with others casually, and she does not want anyone to offend Hill too badly.
It sounds like he has no backing, but this mage's abilities are very strong.
Even she would not confront a god directly, but she had seen gods in saint mode.
Regarding the powerful divine power in the stars, the Saints are indeed weak, but to them, they are still very strong.
She remembered that the goddess of magic said that her saint form was about the same strength as her weak divine power.
In other words, Hill's ability is at least equal to that of a saint, and that's why he treats Wo'jin so arrogantly.
The most troublesome thing is that he is a half-elf, which is the best reason for Corellon to take action.
The North Land used to belong to the elves. Who knows if the elves and gods would intervene unwillingly.
Hill pondered for a long time why Alustriel always pretended that he didn't exist, and then he slowly figured out all these twists and turns.
It's not that he can't understand it, but it just takes a long time to think about it.
And people like Alustriel decided their attitude and arrangements for Hill almost as soon as they saw him appear.
Terry immediately lay down on the floor: "That won't work. Don't end up doing your best. All the benefits will go to that evil-minded guy."
Hill nodded and began to write a letter to Linn, informing him that he would be going to the Swamp of the Dead soon, and would send him a letter after he stabilized.
Hill felt that with his ability, he should be able to establish a foothold in the Swamp of the Dead soon, and then places like the post office would naturally be willing to come.
As long as it is safe, these places will not fail to make money.
Hill thought about it for a while, then changed his clothes and went to buy another round of wine and fresh meat. Then he organized everything and left Silver Moon City with Terry in the early morning of the third day.
Hill did not hide his departure and took out his alchemy carriage after leaving Nancheng.
Terry liked this carriage very much and almost wanted to restore his dragon form inside, but Hill decisively refused.
Hill had no intention of taking the water route. Although he did have a boat, his boats were made by the undead and were too unique in this world.
He decided to build a traditional multi-masted sailing ship when he arrived in the Swamp of the Dead.
Silvermoon City was not close to the Swamp of the Dead, and Hill's carriage was already quite fast, but it was already dusk when they reached the road on the edge of the swamp.
"Huh?" Terry, who jumped out of the car first, said in surprise, "The undead here are quite weak! Why are so many people afraid?"
"But there are so many..." Hill stepped out of the carriage and looked at the swamp sea on the west side of the road.
It's not that evil, but it's desolate and hateful enough.
The wind that blew over carried their hatred.
"How do you plan to solve this problem?" Terry asked at a loss, "You can't completely destroy them! They are also victims, and they have not left their territory.
No matter how ugly and terrifying these undead spirits and beasts are, if they have no intention of harming you, you can't make them run away!
If so many innocent souls dissipate, Faerûn will curse you."
Hill smiled and nodded: "Don't worry! I won't think about taking back this place right away.
We have plenty of time."
Hill didn't plan to interfere, so he chose his camp to the east of the road.
It was already late, so Hill took Terry to choose a suitable open space and directly used the maze forest array.
Terry looked curiously at the woods and stone maze wall that appeared directly, a little eager to try.
Hill threw him a passage ring: "Take it with you. This ring can automatically change in size and size. It can also change into a dragon shape and hang on your paw.
Don't challenge the maze. If you like it, I will build a bigger one outside the lair you selected in the future. You can play in it every day.
I have something else to do tonight."
Terry's eyes wandered for a moment: "I don't want to play. But if you say so, I'm really interested."
Hill glanced at him, then looked up at the fog that had begun to spread on the west side of the road, frowned, and simply raised his hand to release the Water Mystery Lock there.
The thick fog also covered the road. Hill thought for a while and commanded the lock to make way for the space above the road.
He originally wanted to change the setting so that people could enter from one side and then be sent directly to the other side by the mysterious lock, which would save everyone trouble and effort.
But after thinking about it carefully, I think it might scare these passers-by.
After all, this is the Swamp of the Dead.
"Eh, eh, eh?" After observing it carefully, Terry asked in surprise, "Is this a myth lock? How did you get it? Since the fall of Mythryn, no one has been able to get it!"
Hill raised the ring Yang wore on his left hand: "With him here, I am very proficient in magic circles and the like."
Terry glanced at the plain silver ring, and then he realized in a flash: "Is this Mysrien's ring? No! It doesn't look like his power. I thought it was a space ring you made yourself!"
Hill was stunned for a moment, then directly used the mansion technique, and asked Terry to walk in together: "Go and rest first! We will take a look at the specific environment here tomorrow morning."
