Probably the anger of almost being killed stirred up the inherited memory in his bloodline.
His ancestors were planting trees.
This bear of the earth has no other pursuits in life. He can only do his meager strength in the hope of stabilizing the crack in the earth.
The elements in the place where he was were extremely chaotic. In just a short time, the Earth Bear had suffered countless attacks.
If his physical defense hadn't been high enough, he would have been riddled with holes long ago.
But the bear didn't hesitate at all and just mechanically dug holes to place saplings.
Hill couldn't help but smile. This bear also knew that seedlings are easier to grow than seeds.
Behind the Earth Bear is already covered with towering fir trees.
He has been working here for tens of thousands of years.
Hill knew the type of redwood Earth Bear selected.
It grows very fast and grows taller, but the roots do not go deep, but extend to the side with long and dense root systems.
As high as it can grow upward, its roots can extend as far as it can go sideways.
The network formed by so many redwood roots is enough to prevent the fragmented earth from continuing to break.
The earth bear suddenly stopped. He looked up, roared, and started running quickly.
He rushed towards the mountain and stopped a bear cub who was sprinting towards him at the highest point.
He yelled at him to get out.
Legend level bears are not qualified to come to this place.
Hill didn't look at him teaching the little bear, but looked behind him in shock.
Outside the redwood forest with no visible boundary, dozens of earth bears above the demigod level are working hard.
The bear of the earth kicked the bear cub in front of him down the mountain.
In the rhythmic purring of the little bear, he smiled boldly: "Wait until you come back as a demigod, little cub."
However, Hill felt that this earth bear was not just talking to this bear cub.
Including him who is watching.
He is not qualified to go yet, but he can start preparing.
Then Hill woke up.
Sitting up and thinking about his dream, Hill somewhat understood why he was the target of the hatred of those dwarves.
Hill gritted his teeth and began to think about how to take revenge on these dwarfs.
His panic of almost being killed had completely disappeared.
Only thick anger remained.
There is only one reason why the dwarves want to kill him, and that is the bloodline of the Earth Bear.
Any natural magician is nonsense.
There are so many moon elf druids, even if they are useless, they are actually helping the earth to recover.
After all, their daily life is to plant flowers, grass and trees.
Hill suspected that the group of dwarves had long known about the group of earth bears who planted trees at the end of the world to restore the earth.
In that place, except for these children of the earth, no one can survive, including the gods.
Hill, who has the blood of the Earth Bear, should be able to go if he is strong enough.
Originally relying on the natural growth of trees, it might take tens of thousands of years to block the breach with these redwoods.
But if there is Hill's natural blessing, maybe it can be completed within a few hundred years.
Hill dug out his seed bag and began searching.
There are tens of thousands of redwood seeds in his bag.
Hill looked up at the pendant. He had to find a place to remove all the flowers, plants and trees inside, and then start raising seedlings.
But the place isn’t big enough!
It would be nice if there was a demiplane.
Then Hill threw away the seed bag. No, such revenge would be too long.
He must find a way to get revenge immediately.
He will definitely plant sequoias, but it is not an immediate solution and he cannot wait that long.
He didn't even get revenge and stayed the night, which was already very painful.
Then he found the seed bag again.
What is the most important thing about a dwarf?
Foundries and mines, of course.
Hill first dug out the seeds of Suaeda, checked them, and felt they were not good.
Although Suaeda can also absorb and decompose metals, the effect of this plant is too good.
He wanted to cause trouble for the dwarves, not bring them food or oil.
Finally I found the Green Butterfly.
This is suitable.
It grows very fast, and it doesn't take long to cover a mine.
As long as Hill can spawn a few high-level magic plants, unless the legendary dwarves follow William's example and mine, the dwarves will just wait for the mines to be drained!
The key is that this thing will not bring any benefits to the dwarves.
Of course, if the dwarves also like to watch the blue flowers flying all over the sky, blooming early and falling late, then it would be better if Hill gave them the beautiful scenery.
Hill happily counted the seeds. The number was still small, so he had to plant a few seeds in the pendant first.
Anyway, what he needs is seeds, just give them a few more rounds.
For Hill, this was all a matter of convenience, and it did not hinder his mental ability to observe the demiplane residue outside.
As soon as Hill explored his spiritual power, he discovered Fran's magic tower.
Grandfather's magic tower defense shield was opened wide, directly covering the area filled with poisonous mist.
This spherical protective cover even includes the dozens of meters deep below.
Hill laughed softly. It felt good to be protected.
No wonder he felt that he had less energy to shoot at him.
The reason why many people dare to act so unscrupulously is because they think Hill's time to become a legend was too short.
Even for Frank, what they fear is his powerful attack power, rather than feeling that they are weaker than him.
The power of the master alchemist has always been strange, and it is difficult for anyone to defeat him.
But in other aspects, especially the spiritual sea that opens up more and more as you get older, no one would think that Frank is better than them.
Even though the alchemist mage's spiritual power has always been higher than that of a mage of the same level.
After all, the legends of the laws here are long live.
They felt that Hill could not detect their observations at all, so they dared to be so unscrupulous.
But Hill's spiritual sea and the blessing of Silver Moon make him sensitive to all spiritual attacks.
To put it bluntly, psychic shooting is also a sign of hostility.
At least in Hill's judgment, this was hostility.
Even Fran can feel these spiritual powers.
They looked down upon the master alchemist's spiritual power.
Hill sometimes feels that some people may have lived too long, so their thinking has become rigid.
Fran's ability to control so many elemental spells at the same time has already shown how powerful his mental power is.
Semi-artifacts are very useful, but not just anyone can use them.
Therefore, the flange directly isolates the surrounding area.
Hill used his spiritual power to lightly touch the isolation circle.
Then he quietly jumped out of the pendant.
Just because he didn't walk on dirt before doesn't mean he can't.
The earth was like his home. Even if it was hard stone outside, when Hill appeared, it quietly opened a path for him.
Hill walked slowly underground and walked directly to the door of the Frank Magic Tower. The door of the tower had already been opened and waiting for him.
He quickly jumped out of the ground and rushed directly into the magic tower.
The door closed directly behind him.
As soon as Hill walked in, he saw a relieved Fran.
It was the first time he saw Fran's heavy expression, although it quickly disappeared.
"It's okay." Fran gently touched Hill's head, "Be more careful in the future."
"Don't worry, I haven't lost a hair." Hill comforted his grandfather, "I jumped into the pendant before that. The natural consciousness gave a warning."
"I thought about it later." Fran exhaled, "But they probably don't know that even if the natural consciousness is asleep, there is still a trace of consciousness left in you. Otherwise, they would not assassinate you in this way."
"They can only make sneak attacks. They don't even dare to attack me when I have enough mana. Maybe there are some restrictions on that artifact." Hill followed Fran and sat on the floating disk directly to the top study.
"The dwarves seem to be very confident and don't think they will lose to the undead completely." Fran said with some melancholy, "I'm worried that if His Majesty the King cannot hold on and the undead completely leave, you will be in more danger.
"
"The undead are not afraid of death." Hill said nonchalantly, "Moreover, even if the undead in this world die, the God of Time and Space can still find other worlds. There will always be people who are willing to come and see other worlds.
, it’s just starting over from scratch.”
Fran thought for a while and nodded: "If it only takes a little time and energy to see the scenery of another world and participate in major events in another world, I would be willing to go.
But, are their powers enough?"
"Then it's not about the God of Time and Space." Hill smiled, "If the power of the three gods is not enough, they will invite other gods.
The dwarf pantheon can lose, but the human gods have no chance of retreating."
Fran nodded. Maybe Hill knew more about the gods than he did.
He leaned on the sofa and frowned: "People from the Mage Association, if something happened to you, no one came to help. Are they qualified to be mage?"
Hill said nonchalantly: "Grandpa, don't make them angry because of me. No one has the obligation to help me, who has no friendship at all."
"If you hadn't helped fight the demons, I wouldn't have felt anything if they didn't care about you. But you helped them, and in the end they pretended you didn't exist.
I know they look down on people other than mages, but they didn't even respond to you who just helped me. They have forgotten even the most basic rules of mages.
Don't owe anyone a favor.
My teacher always asked me to remember the rules of the mage.
You see, these legends of laws no longer matter.
After becoming a legend, can we no longer care?
The world will surprise them."
Fran looked out the window. Some of the legendary mages seemed to have noticed that Hill had returned to the Magic Tower and had left the area.
"Because they think that as a natural warlock, I should deal with demons as a matter of course, and I am not here to help them."
Hill understands this kind of thinking very well.
But although Frank treats others indifferently, he always pays attention to the return and exchange of equal value when doing things, so he completely cannot understand how the legend of the law can be so shameless.