Hill knew that if he was really forced to go to hell, he would still do many things, and he would still know where to sing and what songs to sing.
Just think of yourself as a medical student. What’s wrong with scientific experiments?
But since he is not a person studying that major, Hill will not force himself to change his little problem of mysophobia.
He believed in his own strength, and even if he gave up research in this area, he would still be no worse than others.
Hill has never been a person who requires himself to be perfect. He tolerates and likes his flaws, even if some people think he is a bit hypocritical.
Not embarrassing himself is his life creed. He already feels very happy to have such a life. The long life allows Hill to slow down his pace.
Of course, if his destiny was to be like this, he wouldn't struggle too much.
His lack of embarrassment was all based on the fact that his life was fairly tolerable.
Hill didn't think much more. He observed the outside all day long.
Even after the goddess of winter could no longer come back, he changed the weather back to heavy snow.
The heavy snow will indeed cover up all traces, but Hill only wants the trace to appear for a second. Taling will not find it troublesome to observe the outside world at any time.
Even when Liszt was pouring him tea, he could still observe all directions of the magic tower.
Hill has no intention of leaving the Magic Tower. There is more than one hunter in this world who specializes in assassinating or making invisible gods.
It's just that this hunter is obviously set up according to the prototype. Generally speaking, it is basically synonymous with waste, so it was directly thrown out for testing.
Of course, no matter how weak the gods are, they are beyond the scope of mortals. If the God of Hunting is here, Hill will still need to deal with it very skillfully.
But it's not dangerous.
Among the four Gods of Fury, the only one who needs attention is Los. Hill just needs to avoid killing him directly and let the real God of Fury try to regain his place.
No matter how complicated the relationship between these gods is, and no matter how intrigues they are with each other, Hill will never think that these many gods are not one.
Everything they have is filled with only one will from beginning to end, that is, the mastermind behind this world.
The current fight is just because the person behind the scenes thinks that once he wants them to cooperate, they might suddenly feel that the other person is not so hateful.
However, that guy is currently being watched by the gods outside and does not dare to do anything in a big way.
As long as he uses the laws of the world to do such subversive things, he will definitely be caught on the exposed thread.
But Hill had some doubts about who wanted the artifact ring.
As long as some gods of the shadow system are arranged to come over, Hill may be unlucky. His head is very hard, but it does not mean that he will have a hard head.
Hill knew that when he felt he was in danger, he had to listen to his instincts.
Therefore, Hill is very determined to wait for the undead to come back for reinforcements.
He didn't wait long, but it was more than seven days.
It seems that the goddess of winter did not lie to him. The gods of this world formed a group to fight the undead.
When Hill lifted the defensive circle and allowed the hundreds of thousands of undead to rush directly to the magic tower, he couldn't help but frown. It felt like the danger was finally lifted.
Liszt appeared next to him: "There are three people spying secretly. When the undead came, they walked directly through the snowfield, and there were obvious signs of avoidance in three places.
But I haven’t found any high-level existence there during this time.”
With Amber's body there, in fact, some of the monsters near Hill's territory came quietly. After discovering that the owner of the magic tower really didn't care, they quickly took part of the flesh and blood and walked away.
Hill asked Liszt to notify him only if any Warcraft suddenly became a demigod, so during this period Liszt has been tracking and monitoring nearby Warcraft.
In the past, in order to reduce trouble, Liszt controlled his exploration efforts within the scope of his territory, but the Winter Goddess is still looking for a way back to the surface underground. There should be no one around here to give advice on the expansion of the magic tower.
Liszt welcomed the undead who came from afar. He floated in the air and solemnly thanked the undead for their arrival.
Hill hugged Alice and stood in the crystal window on the second floor and bowed lightly.
The undead were boiling.
Many of the people here were those who participated in the original undead city-building war. Hill holding a white cat was the best impression many people had when they first entered the game.
After such a long time, they also left Trasil and started a new journey of information. Although they had known that Hill was there for a long time, they never thought that one day they would see this scene again.
Hill is wearing a mage's robe and holding a cute white cat.
He has matured a lot, but his long blond hair hanging on his shoulders and round green eyes are still so familiar.
Hill also remembered, he opened a window, held Alice in one hand, and like that time, leaned out and waved downwards.
The undead cheered happily, and a girl's high-pitched voice came up: "Look! The beautiful boy holding the cat!"
Hill frowned, and the Ring of Winter directly summoned the ice wall, and his small fan quickly opened in front of him.
A long arrow shot from a distance, instantly breaking through the ice wall and heading straight for Hill's head, but was blocked by his crystal fan.
Hill breathed a sigh of relief, helplessly gestured to the undead below, and closed the window. The world outside is really dangerous!
He clearly felt that there was no danger nearby.
Unexpectedly, there were long arrows shot from such a distant place. How much hatred towards him!
Hill was a little confused. Shouldn't this strength be used against William?
"Ah! The undead are going crazy." Alice, who was held by Hill, poked her little head and said, "In fact, it should be safe now. Can I follow and take a look?"
The undead who were interrupted to replay the scene were almost furious. A large number of mages rushed into the sky and ran towards the direction where the long arrow came from.
Hill originally thought they would be impossible to find, but he discovered that some Chronomancers were using their death-killing ultimate to teleport randomly.
This is a skill only available to legendary level time and space warlocks, but generally no one uses it.
Unless you want to try how dark life can be.
Hill suspected that William had to give this skill to him. The God of Time and Space didn't want it, but he didn't argue with William who was taking risks outside.
But he probably didn't want to stare at what stupid things the undead did every day, so he set the probability of random teleportation to be randomly teleported to the nearby strongest Red Name Wave SS.
However, Hill felt that the God of Time and Space had been fooled by William, and the undead must really like the ability of this skill.
You don’t need it if you don’t need it when walking. What could be more popular than just flying when you want to find waves?
Especially for space and time warlocks, most of them are actually in large families and rarely join a single gang.
Just like now, when they need to find the strongest enemy nearby, this kind of teleportation is really powerful. Hill has already heard someone cheering: "Caught it! Hurry up! All the clan leaders have joined Mobi's group.
, put some points on the map!"
Hill pressed Alice's little head: "Stop dreaming. The guy behind here must be the evil god. If you don't want to be made into a cat meat hotpot, just be good."
Alice meowed wilfully, holding the adamantine ball in her paws and pressing her head on Hill's shoulder dejectedly: "I'm most annoyed by guys like this who attack in secret! I really want to hit his head with my ball, meow.
~”
Hill ignored the little white cat's coquettishness and just combed her hair.
It was impossible for him to let Alice out of the magic tower. The undead only captured one of them, but according to Liszt's observation, there were at least three enemies who were eyeing her.
He knew very well that it was very simple to make these gods deal with Hill. All he had to do was plant a desire for artifacts in their hearts.
Given the level of alchemy in this world, the weapons in the hands of these gods are not even comparable to several of Hill's semi-artifacts.
However, the undead could rush directly to him so wildly. Hill doubted how many gods there were out there who dared to cause trouble.
Those gods who formed a group to stop them must have disappeared or are on their way to failure.
Although there are only a few hundred thousand undead here in Hill, there are at least 200,000 legends inside.
What makes them choose to come to the northernmost part of the world to rescue Hill is definitely not just because of William's mission and his good impression of Hill.
Hill would never put his own importance above the experience of the undead.
If you give him a hundred times more self-confidence, he will not expand to this level. This can only be because the large-scale SSs are basically gone. The rewards that can be obtained from Hill and other SSs are gone.
almost.
If his experience was only slightly lower than that of the big team, Hill still believed that some undead would choose to save him.
Hill put Alice on the big sofa on the top floor and stood in front of the window. He wanted to know who was so ruthless and lingering outside without giving up even if he had to leave.
Although the strength of the long arrow was not enough to break through Hill's defense, the strange light flashing on the arrow was obviously poisonous.
Liszt had sealed the long arrow. Although Hill wanted to study what kind of poison it was, Liszt stopped him directly.
He felt that Hill couldn't take risks just because he was a natural warlock and it was difficult to get poisoned. The alchemy laboratory in this magic tower was not that complete. If Hill really wanted to know what the poison was, he might as well study it slowly after returning home.
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Hill would never just go home. He always had the feeling that it would be difficult to come out again after he went back.
Although he didn't know why, Hill decided that he must play... and go back after he has traveled enough.
Not all the undead rushed there, basically all the defensive knights and milk knights stayed behind, and some priests also didn't leave.
They formed a very regular defensive formation around Hill's magic tower.
