Hill picked up the mithril leather glove and observed it carefully for a while. The leather should be some kind of dragon skin... a bit like that of an ancient dragon.
But he couldn't understand the effect of this thing. Hill thought for a while and simply put on his gloves to directly feel the effect of this equipment.
Then his face turned dark: This is a very precious rare item of the dwarves, an enhanced version of the Slam Gauntlet. It was obviously made by a certain dwarf god. Compared with the popular master in Toril, which is worth 50,000 gold coins.
This work is of a higher level.
In addition to the power that the magical object itself can bring, this mithril gauntlet can also double the user's power.
Corellon's meaning is obvious: Isn't it tiring to beat the dragon? Why do you have to do it yourself?
Even if you have enough strength, there is no need to work so hard and risk being burned by the corrosive dragon's blood.
He is asking Hill to drink a glass of water that can detoxify and refresh the brain to wake up!
Although Hill could feel Corellon's good intentions, he didn't feel happy about it.
His skin... is not necessarily thinner than dragon skin!
Let those dragons go around in the elemental storm and see how many of them can come out intact?
Hill twitched his lips and knocked on the table angrily with the gauntlet: "I am a mage! I am a warlock! I will never walk around with a warrior gauntlet!
What's going on in Corellon's head!
Liszt, take this thing to the warehouse!"
"Sir." Liszt was silent for a while before saying, "In the eyes of the elves, you have been trying to hide your power. After all, you were hiding from outsiders when you killed those dragons.
I think the Elf Father is just trying to help you. If something happens next time, if you wear this gauntlet, no one will think there is anything wrong with your power.
However, pouring the wine glass is indeed a bit of a prank..."
Hill said in a daze: "I didn't... I just wanted to trick more idiots into killing..."
If he really wanted to hide it, he would definitely not even show it to the elves!
Not to mention, there is a silly ancient green dragon in the cave! As long as she goes out, Hill's power cannot be hidden at all.
etc!
"Liszt...that green dragon won't starve to death, right?" Hill scratched his head. He had taken away all the storage rings of Claudia Mata.
"Sir, Claudia Marta is a druid, and she knows the magic of magic berries." Liszt replied.
"Druid magic can't be used! Besides, magic also needs materials. I... seem to have only left some moss for her." Hill said softly, "Liszt, ask the puppet to send me some.
Here are the good meat dishes...and two roast suckling pigs."
Hill had no intention of abusing the prisoners!
His attitude towards enemies has always been to kill them directly, and he has never been interested in leaving people to torture.
What would you do if you have that free time?
Hill really just forgot that dragons are not pure casters, they need to eat meat.
Although I also have a dragon...
But ever since he raised livestock in the Sword Mountains, Hill has never cared about what Terry eats. There are living puppets everywhere in Aglaia who can help him process food.
It was the same when Tustin came. As a good friend of Terry, Hill gave the task of entertaining to the little golden dragon.
As for the tower spirit, the safety of the enemy has never been their concern, so they will not remind them at all.
Hill took the food box sent by Liszt, walked directly to the cave where Claudia Mata was imprisoned, and pushed open the door with all his strength.
It looked like the green dragon had struggled, and the blood stains on the adamantine door were quite obvious.
Hill looked down at the dying green dragon lying at the bottom of the cave and laughed: "If the dragon wants to starve to death, it will take decades, right?"
He threw the small box down and pressed a condensed water pearl into the cave wall: "The food here is enough for you to eat for a month. If no one comes to ransom you by then, there is no need to waste my food.
Already."
"They... even if they come... they will wait until I am about to die..." Claudia Mata said hoarsely, "And they have to... first try to attack... your territory... and then...
.
But...I...know...it's useless...you actually wrapped the black iron door with fine gold! Is there too much money? I can't even open the black iron door!"
Probably thinking about her anger, Claugelia Mata ignored her weak body and shouted the last few words angrily.
Hill hesitated for a moment and touched the door next to him.
Claudia Mata seemed to think that his door was made of adamantine and was covered with iron, and she was so angry that it was not worth it to lock her own dragon. If she knew that the door was made of pure gold, would she be so angry that she would go crazy?
Hill decided to close the door quietly and add some black iron layer to the edge of the door the next time he came.
Claudia Mata suddenly asked: "If... I become your mount... can you give me the fine gold on these two doors? The rest... as long as... you can eat enough..."
"
The door rumblingly closed covered Hill's surprised face: Dragons are such creatures, aren't they too real?
The five-color dragon is a creature that can easily betray, so if you want to be a human mount, you must sign a dragon covenant. This is a loyalty contract witnessed by the nine-headed dragon god. Even if the five-color dragon queen signs it herself, she cannot break it.
Claudia Marta is a very shrewd dragon. It is impossible for her not to know the constraints that must be imposed upon becoming a human mount.
And Hill also made it very clear that as long as the Dragon Worship Cult paid, Hill would let her go.
What about Claudia Matana's great dream of becoming the Lord of Waterdeep?
Can this little bit of gold allow her to swallow up all her past ambitions?
Was Claudia Mata panicking earlier? Did she know that these two doors were made of fine gold?
Hill walked slowly outside the cave, really missing the natural consciousness.
I hope that when the undead return, Toril's natural consciousness will also return.
Otherwise, with his little emotional intelligence, he wouldn't even be able to tell the truth from what Long said... Hill really felt that, compared to his past memories, it would take enough luck to be able to sense hostility and have a natural consciousness to judge the authenticity.
It's his golden finger.
If he had relied on himself... he would have been tricked to death.
Otherwise, he could escape death by relying on his rough skin and thick flesh, hiding in some deep mountain and old forest and never having contact with other people for the rest of his life.
In this tangled mood, Hill waited for the day when the undead returned to Toril.
For some unspeakable reasons, all the undead in Toril were refreshed in the infinitely expandable alchemy hall.
But before that, Hill, standing on the terrace, welcomed the return of natural consciousness as soon as the morning light appeared.
With infinite joy and sincerity, he greeted the green light surrounding him and received a cheerful reply.
Although it only conveyed some feelings of longing, Hill was already very satisfied.
It can also express some simple emotions. The damage to Toriel's natural consciousness does not seem to be very great. Sure enough, only the magic network is unlucky.
Hill flew to the port and called Purvi, who had been cruising here, back: He could finally fly into the sky again.
Instructing the alien whale to float at the top of the space tree, Hill stood in front of the terrace on Purvi's back and greeted the first group of undead who came out of the alchemy hall.
The undead who quickly accepted the mission with quick hands and eyes almost ran out of the hall, and then felt the colorful bubbles flying down from the sky.
"Welcome back to Aglaia City!" Hill's smiling voice reached everyone's ears, "I hope you have a pleasant and comfortable journey this time."
The undead cheered: "Hill~Hill~the cutest Hill~"
"Ah! Is this the blessing of the bear? Is this the love we can get?"
"When we meet again after a long separation~ Hill's tender love~"
They have discovered that these floating bubbles are buffs, and everyone can grab one according to their own needs.
Soon they let Hill go, and various shouts rang out in the square. The undead were exchanging ideas about which colors of bubbles had what effect.
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Hill... even though he had been mentally prepared, he still had a dark look on his face.
Fortunately, he still heard what he wanted to know: how did William explain to the undead that the information on Toril was suddenly disconnected for updates.
When the undead gather together, they will definitely discuss this matter.
This guy... when he realized something was wrong, he directly asked the God of Time and Space to kick all the players offline, and then blew up his own server in the undead world company.
Hill knew as soon as he heard that...the manufacturer of the server must have offended William badly, otherwise he would not blame all the blame on that company.
But based on Hill's understanding of William, that company must have had problems for a long time.
Sure enough, what the undead said was that William asked the company to repair the server several times, but because William's company was new to the industry, not only did it not get repaired, but he was also defrauded of a lot of money.
Anyway... William, who blew up the server, just thought he was unlucky. In the end, he bought a more expensive server at the auction house. In the words of the undead, it could be the home of the planetary intelligence core. He was able to repair everything in just three days.
All completed, I also updated the information section by the way.
William, this guy's style of doing things... is always so informal.
Everyone was very satisfied with the latest plot, but they still wanted to see the Supreme Forest. The undead really couldn't forget the Gate to Hell.
Hill was about to return to the castle when he suddenly saw a familiar face.
The Princess of Neverwinter, Irebes, who had ventured to the Temple of Baal on the other side of Aglaia City, walked out of the gate of the Temple of Tire, surrounded by several paladins.
Judging from their route, they should be planning to find Lin En.
Princess Aribes saw Hill standing on the back of the alien whale and seemed to want to say hello to him, but was stopped by the paladin next to her.
People at Silver Shield know very well that skipping Linn and going directly to Hill to do things will only have the opposite effect.
The lord of Aglaia was disgusted with this overstep of authority.
This chapter has been completed!