Hill knew that Fran was doing it for his own good. After a long period of high-intensity meditation, he really needed a good sleep to relieve the excessive fatigue of the mental sea.
After saying goodbye to Frank, Hill slowly walked downstairs.
Standing at the door, Hill immediately put his hand on his forehead and looked up at the sky: Ah! The sky is so blue, the sun is so dazzling, there are no clouds in the sky, and there is not a trace of dust. What a wonderful time! Can he just fly back without caring about anything?
Go home to bed?
However, no matter how he comforted himself, Hill still had to face what was in front of him: the tree people walking around in the town, and the players swirling around them.
Hill ignored one thing. After he entered deep meditation, the mental power used to maintain the forest formation also dissipated.
Without the blessing of his spiritual power, the forest array spell could only last for one day and night at most.
And all he asked of the tree people was not to leave the forest array.
Liszt appeared behind Hill: "Sir, before immersing himself in meditation, he did not order the tree people to return to the valley after the forest array spell was lifted.
Although I told them several times to let them go back, they were unwilling to listen to me.
The undead were also making noises nearby, saying that there was no order, which meant that the tree people could make their own choices.
During this time, the undead like to come over and play a game with the tree people, guess what kind of tree I am."
Hill shook his head helplessly: "Let them do whatever they want! There is no need to keep my identity secret. At most, people will know that I am very favored by nature. At this time, no one will pay too much attention to my affairs. However,
You must not leave the town!"
Hill looked into the distance: "Do you know what's going on outside the territory?"
"It's devastated. Houses collapsed, and trees were broken." Liszt replied, "It's better here. After all, there is no wind around the territory, and there are mountains behind it, but in the flat land a little further away, almost all the flowers, plants and trees are dead.
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Hill sighed, and the natural consciousness surrounding him exuded waves of guilt and embarrassment, but there was no feeling of regret.
Hill deeply understands that nature is never just a beautiful and warm side.
He could only smile and say: "I remember that there are a lot of plant seeds stored in the warehouse, let's issue a planting mission to the undead!
Collecting some more dead flowers, plants and trees, although it’s a bit of a predicament, it’s rare that our territory has the opportunity to collect so many wood-based materials.”
Liszt asked Hill: "Shall I ask the magic plants in the valley? Their seeds will grow faster."
Hill nodded: "Keep the necessary seeds in the territory and scatter the rest! You decide the proportion yourself."
Listening to the chirping thanks of his natural consciousness, Hill flew back to the Magic Tower.
After soaking in the bathtub and taking a comfortable bath, Hill relaxed and lay down on his soft bed, quickly falling into sleep.
Liszt, who accepted Hill's mission, first went to the valley, found various magic plants, and asked them for some ordinary seeds.
Such seeds only grow very quickly, but there is no chance and they will not become magic plants.
But in the end, Liszt could only watch helplessly as the seeds in the puppet's hands were mixed with many magic seeds by these clever magic plants. He had to break them down carefully and try not to put them in the same bag.
The outside is not like Hill's Valley. The elements and nutrients on several thousand square meters of land may only support the growth of one magic plant.
Liszt decided to post this planting task in Sri's shop. After all, there were magic seeds, and putting it in a grocery store where the owner was a knight might cause trouble.
Although Hill's territory no longer welcomes undead people other than those with a friendly reputation, there are actually several million people in the undead alliance that maintains friendship with them.
Liszt counted the number of seeds in his hand and felt that the planting task might have been completed before Hill got up.
Liszt arranged for Sri to release the mission, and was about to inform the tree people of Hill's instructions.
Then I heard cheers from the store. A few minutes later, the undead quickly ran out of the teleportation array in twos and threes.
The tasks issued by Hill's territory are very popular. After all, Hill can know a little bit about the preferences of the undead.
His mission rewards always allow him to choose between crystals, gold coins and some small equipment.
You can even accumulate points and exchange them for high-end alchemy products in Sri's shop.
Many of these equipments were made casually by Hill during his practice. There are few repeated styles and they are very popular, so most people will choose equipment rewards.
Not only are there few people who choose to use points, but they all must be elites among the undead and relatively wealthy. Many people will exchange points for one item and then buy a few others.
Anyway, Hill will not pay any compensation at all.
Liszt looked at the bustling and bustling territory and dispersed with a smile. Ever since Old Cat took over the player affairs, Liszt really felt that he was much more relaxed, and even the core calculation speed seemed to be faster.
Liszt was right. The planting tasks were indeed completed before Hill woke up. After all, Hill slept for three full days.
Adrian sent word back that he had returned with a full load and the ship was about to arrive.
Perhaps it was some kind of strange premonition that Hill woke up when Adrian arrived in Spencer's city.
He lazily soaked in the hot water and listened to Liszt's report.
"The undead have begun planting, and almost all the plains near the territory are covered with planting.
They seemed to want to make it special, so they specifically asked Siri about the color of the flowers and the size of the trees.
They also asked me if they could take some seeds and plant them in their own place, and I agreed, as long as they plant 80% of the seeds nearby."
Hill nodded, as long as they were planted nearby, he would go outside and let some natural rain fall when he had time to help add some nutrients.
"Lily of the valley." Liszt said hesitantly, "I heard that you can plant magic plants outside. It seems to have spawned a lot of seeds, which fly in the wind every day. She likes to listen to gossip more and more. I originally told her to pay attention to the distance.
Mr. Farland's territory is far away.
But when Mr. Frank found out, he decided to branch off.
I told her to cut off contact with the branch, but she said it was impossible to cut off completely."
"Grandpa knew it well. He must have planned to place it with the foreign mages, and it would not have much influence."
Liszt nodded and continued: "Mr. Adrian, we will arrive in about an hour."
Hill stood up suddenly, quickly put on his clothes, and prepared to fly over: "Can you put this kind of thing first next time?"
"But at my core, I really feel that the things ahead are more important." Liszt said with an innocent face, "There is absolutely enough time!"
Hill helplessly commanded the puppet to tidy up his clothes and hurriedly flew into the sky. Liszt already looked like a human being, but sometimes, I really don't know if there was something wrong with Hill's own settings, but he could always give him a little surprise.
Hill flew above the Lord's Mansion, looking at the eastern sky in the distance.
Not long after, he saw a black dot appear in his field of vision, flying toward him at lightning speed.
Hill showed a big smile and couldn't help but wave his right arm vigorously.
Seeing the figure getting closer and closer, he shouted loudly: "Uncle Adrian!"
Adrian flew in front of Hill. He raised his hand and touched Hill's head: "Hill, I made you worried. But the trip was worthwhile and I came back safely."
"What are you saying outside?" Fran stood in front of the window and frowned at the two of them, "Come in quickly!"
Adrian and Hill looked at each other and smiled, not daring to let Fran wait any longer, and flew directly into the room through the window.
Fran's originally neat study room has now put away the desk, and there are only three comfortable single sofas placed around a large coffee table.
The coffee table was piled with various foods, all of which Adrian loved.
There was even a bottle of Crystal Mystery, which was Adrian's favorite wine. Hill could tell that this bottle was very old.
Adrian, who was standing greeting Fran, had glanced at the mystery of the crystal several times.
Fran waved his hand helplessly, signaling Adrian to help himself.
Seeing Adrian sliding towards the bottle, Hill smiled and followed Fran to take a seat.
"Two hundred years old!" Adrian took the wine in his hand, turning it around and admiring it in fascination.
"Open it and drink." Fran leaned lazily on the sofa, "It was originally a dozen, but I want you to know why it became one bottle."
Adrian's whole body stiffened, and he could only say dejectedly: "At least let me be happy for a little longer! Teacher."
"I just hope that in the video of the undead sea battle, there is no scene of you sitting on the flower crab demigod." Fran said slowly, "But I seem to have heard some rumors that you and the man named Young Master are now
The friendship is very good."
Hill lowered his head and smiled: Adrian must have sat on it.
First, he high-fived the eight-clawed war god, and then sat on the mosaic demigod to fight. Adrian had a great time.
"How did the teacher know?" Adrian opened the bottle and poured a glass. As long as he could drink it, let alone the bottles he couldn't get. "Legend of Miller, it's not all words."
Didn't you say that you would go directly to His Majesty the King?"
"You gave the shell pool that Hill made for you to that young master, didn't you?" Fran picked up a glass of fruit wine and sipped it slowly, "The undead people here who took the mission are very envious. We were discussing it yesterday.
.”
Hill lowered his head silently, as if he had tricked Adrian. After all, there were so many undead people coming to plant flowers and grass for him.
"Why is the teacher still here at Hill?" Adrian said, changing the subject, "I almost thought he was waiting for me to go back with him. I'm so flattered!"
"Kerslot's alchemy factory was all bombed." Frank ignored the scolding apprentice, "I've expanded the area here in Hill, just in time to make some new big machines. You can follow."
Adrian suddenly collapsed: "I got a lot of materials from the hands of the deep sea demigods, and I want to develop a potion."
"Heh." Fran smiled softly.
Adrian quickly took out a turtle shell and handed it to Hill: "This is given to you by the turtle demigod. I don't know what's inside, he sealed it."
Hill stared at the turtle shell closely: "What a legendary shell!"
He picked up the turtle shell excitedly, it was worth having this!
Adrian himself also had a crab shell. Hill stared at it with wide eyes: Mosaic, right? The shell is full of white spots, which are all poison! Adrian only dared to pinch the side of one paw.
.
"You might be the first one to get the flower crab shell on the shore, right?" Fran was also a little surprised, "It's also a legendary one. The demigod gave it to you? What did you get in exchange for it?"
"The young master took the mosaic demigod to my place to drink water to dissolve the devil's curse, and he also planned to feed the demigod to drink." Adrian said honestly, "The pool made by Hill also has a strong detoxification function. I'm worried
This water also detoxified Mosaic's body, so he gave them a special purifying potion."
Hill felt that Adrian had almost become accustomed to calling the embroidered ridge a mosaic.
"After drinking it a few times, a demigod asked me if I was afraid of the poison on their bodies." Adrian said frankly, "I'm actually not afraid. The toxins on their shells are not as strong as those in their bodies.
How could God still be unable to control the poison in himself?
Then he carried me away. They didn't want to run back and forth just to drink the purifying potion.
I put spells on the demigod's back, and we cooperated very well. We chatted during the break.
They knew I was delivering the goods for Hill, so they asked me if I could make the boxes.
I told them that I brought it, but it didn’t have the natural blessing effect of Hill.
They asked me to take it out and take a look, and I liked it very much. So I bought them all.”
Adrian took a big sip of Crystal Mystery and leaned back on the sofa with a sigh: "No wonder Hill said that it was going to be magnificent and lavish, and the mosaics bought it all when they saw it.
Later, after I went out, the Mosaic demigod waiting outside found out and was very angry. It was only because I said I would come back next time that we stopped fighting."
"They only rob what you made." Fran said in deep thought, "They knew you were helping Hill deliver the goods, but they didn't dare to rob them. There are so many demigods, and they all belong to the same family. They don't even dare to mention it. This old turtle
Demigod, so strong!"
"Very strong." Adrian said slowly, "After I reached the deep sea, that Bex came out to pick me up. He was obviously a legend, but he was not afraid of the demigods around me at all.
I didn't realize it at first, but later I discovered that the very big island we were stationed on was the old turtle.
Our ship is not as big as his paw."
Hill interjected and asked: "How did you create the holy blockade? Is it the will of the world that broke the relationship between those kingdoms of gods?"
Adrian nodded: "Old Turtle said that the racial dwarf god affiliated with the dwarf forging god is actually the water god created by the dwarfs themselves. It was his help and cooperation that made it possible to create an abyss gate in the sea."
"So Quan Shui knows how to open the gate of the abyss, and they taught it, right?" Hill couldn't help but ask, "At that time, Quan Shui had just been born, and I wondered how he could contact the devil!"
"The old turtle said the same thing." Adrian sighed and said, "The dwarf god of forging and the elf hunting goddess were gods hundreds of thousands of years ago. I don't know when they contacted the devil, and I don't know who it was.
How were they seduced? Now that they have fallen into the human world, they should be reborn in their own race. No one knows what will happen to the dwarves and elves."
