Chapter 415 The conspirators who showed a little clue
During the time when the undead were trapped in the Kingdom of Winter, Liszt could feel the occasional fluctuations outside the magic tower.
Before the undead went to the Kingdom of Winter, they handed over the management of the camp center they built to Liszt.
For Liszt, who once controlled the entire territory, these relatively simple magic circles were easy to control.
In fact, these magic circles are not very strong. Even if Liszt reacts obviously to the fluctuations of elements outside, it is actually difficult to detect the existence of the false god.
But people in this world can't understand that the undead would hand over the management of the camp they had worked so hard to build to Hill, who was obviously not a companion.
After sneaking into the undead camp, they often hide in the shadows of alchemy huts all over the ground, where the elemental fluctuations are obvious.
If talking about these false gods, Hill still needs to estimate who their original identities are. He really has no intention of letting go of those legends who have only managed to escape with his own feet at this time.
Pantheon's bounty is actually not the highest on Hill's side.
But there are always people who think that he is just a legendary mage, and as long as there are more people, he can be easily killed even if there is a magic tower.
Hill suspected that the Gold Coin Church, the most well-informed church on the mainland, had concealed from these people the fact that the Four Furious Gods were actually abolished in Hill's hands.
This was the first time that Hill had killed so many people with his own hands. The mages did not come to trouble him, but swordsmen, knights, shamans, thieves, and even some chosen ones really came.
Hill was angry at first, but then he felt it didn't matter. He just took this opportunity to see more about various professions in other worlds.
The inheritance of Trasil is actually very old, probably because most professions were passed down from the elves.
Hill gently waved his hand, and the meteor shower once again hit an idiot who didn't know whether to live or die. Of course, this skill was originally called Meteorite Falling from the Sky, but Hill also habitually followed the undead and called it Meteor Shower.
"Even if the Gold Coin Church has blocked the news, so many people have died, why would there still be fools coming out?" Hill asked quietly, "Is there something wrong with the professions of these last people?"
"There are more thieves." Liszt did the calculation and immediately replied, "Those who can only attack the camp head-on are becoming fewer and fewer, and those who come behind are all thieves who can become invisible."
"No." Hill shook his head, "No matter what world they are in, thieves are not idiots who cannot beat them but still force them to do it, unless they have some compelling reason."
Especially those who reach the legendary level, all of them are masters of backstabbing, well-informed, and quick escape are the most basic skills of thieves.
"Although we can't see their true appearance, some of the thieves who came at the end were humans, and some were halflings or dwarfs. They were all very short."
Hill estimated that in the past two days, hundreds of legends had died in his hands.
Even if the legends in this world are not valuable, they are all fake legends similar to those of the undead, which should be a big blow to the forces behind them.
Hill was suddenly stunned, "A dwarf or a kobold? Not a halfling, they are a little thicker."
Liszt tried hard to recall that although Hill's meteor shower killed people very quickly, it would always set them on fire, so it was hard to see what those short thieves looked like after they died.
But no matter how deeply the kobolds hide, they can still find something different.
It's just that these legends died in relatively peripheral places. Hill didn't like having to deal with the corpses, so he dealt with these guys with evil intentions as far away as possible. Liszt just paid attention to whether they were really dead.
He nodded solemnly: "I was too careless. There are indeed some people who seem to have tails and protruding mouths! But there must be a lot of dwarfs, and some of them have their masks burned off first."
Hill looked up into the distance and saw some small black dots appearing on the horizon.
A sporadic group of undead began to fly towards the camp. They were probably some people who didn't like the environment of the Kingdom of Winter. They quickly ran away after completing their mission.
According to the habits of the undead, no matter how complicated the task is, once someone completes it first, the large army behind will also complete it quickly.
Hill smiled. The undead army will probably come back soon. Those two false gods who have been squatting in the shadows will be too late if they don't take action today.
After taking a few glances at the false god who was firmly in the shadows, Hill felt a little dazed. Did he overlook something?
Why does this man behind the scenes feel that he is bound to get his artifact?
"Are there only kobolds in this world?" Hill stood up and found a racial introduction.
It just says that kobolds are a race that lives in volcanoes. They are huge in number, are not afraid of flames by nature, like mining, and are naturally evil.
There is no description of what he really wants to see.
But this is impossible. If there is no support behind the kobold, how can there be so many legendary thieves?
Hill found the introduction of dwarves and dwarves and found that most of them were engaged in miners and equipment manufacturers.
Especially dwarfs, they have almost given up all their hobbies and just make jewelry every day.
However, given the characteristics of these two races, no famous equipment or jewelry has come out for thousands of years!
He stood up and found the auction brochures of the Golden Years Chamber of Commerce over the years.
This chamber of commerce likes to collect their famous auction products into volumes and give them to some big customers for appreciation.
In fact, the purpose is to allow them to prepare money as early as possible.
No matter which world it is in, as long as it is an auction, a slightly smarter businessman will actually reach this point.
When Hill bought second-hand books, he often saw these exquisite pamphlets. He was really glad that he was not picky and accepted all the books that were not available.
He looked at it for a long time. In a world with such a long history, there really was no such gorgeous jewelry that had been passed down for a long time!
Hill glanced at the Ring of Winter on his finger. The delicate frost gem was shining with alluring light.
He found a book that introduced races other than humans and found a little introduction to goblins.
Goblins, in this world, have become slaves of kobolds!
There were obviously hundreds of thousands of people, but in the end they were controlled by kobolds who were said to have only tens of thousands of people.
Hill looked a little dazed. If the number of goblins exceeds a certain level, it will really become a disaster.
If the kobolds were really that strong, they would have become the masters of the entire Faerûn continent long ago.
Hill glanced at the camp outside and saw that the faster mage had already landed on the wall of the camp.
Hill noticed that they changed direction in the air. They originally wanted to return to where his family was, but they suddenly changed direction in mid-air.
These were probably the undead who wanted to go back to their alchemy huts to rest, and noticed the corpses outside the camp.
They whispered to each other and discussed for a while, then raised their hands high and built a wall of fire outside the camp.
This time, Liszt no longer had to worry about someone pretending to be dead. The undead seemed to be used to cleaning up the battlefield so neatly.
Hill has long discovered that the undead cannot pick up corpses. No matter who they kill, except for the space rings and weapons on their hands, their eyes cannot see the equipment on the corpses at all.
William and the God of Time and Space actually considered a lot, not just to prevent the undead from seeing the blood in front of them.
Hill looked outside and suddenly took out a particularly luxurious set of mage equipment from the pendant.
From forehead crowns to earrings, from bracelets to armbands, we have them all.
This Salar palace-style element-added jewelry was given to him by Adrian.
When Hill became a legend, Adrian gave him a lot of flashy things. In fact, his jewelry making skills were not as good as Melanie's. It was a complete waste of gems.
But this was Adrian's kindness. He also asked Hill to take it apart and sell it when needed. But Hill never planned to sell this set of jewelry even when he was the poorest.
Adrian is not someone who often makes alchemy equipment. This was a gift he made with his own hands to congratulate Hill. Hill still cherishes it.
But Hill has no interest in carrying it with him. Such large elemental gems strung together have no other meaning except that they are heavy.
But today is a good time for them to appear.
When Hill appeared in the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor of the Magic Tower with Hill on his body, a shadow in the camp quickly fluctuated. Although there was movement in another place, it was more subtle.
Unlike here, it is simply telling Hill of his existence.
Probably knowing that he couldn't hide anymore, the tall figure in the shadow jumped up, and two rays of silver light directly pierced the crystal floor-to-ceiling window in front of Hill.
The undead on the city wall screamed angrily, and Hill was even in the mood to listen to what they were cursing.
Then he couldn't help but twist the corners of his mouth.
The minds of the undead are really fast! When they are so anxious, they can still shout: "Bitch thief, put down that beautiful boy, or you will have ten thousand years!"
Or something like "Isn't the teacher beautiful? Why do you want to steal a man?"
Hill sighed, his curiosity was really inappropriate.
The tall thief's two swords hit the crystal window directly, triggering a burst of violent sparks, and the undead fireball also rushed towards his head across half the camp.
However, Hill's attention was attracted by the small figure that jumped out from behind the tall thief. He almost rushed to the crystal window following the two swords.
They work really well together, even though they are not of the same race, they have a tacit understanding!
It's a pity that all their calculations are based on the fact that the crystal window can be directly smashed by the person in front.
Unfortunately, in their imagination, the mage who had the floor-to-ceiling window smashed and hurriedly defended himself was not stabbed directly into the heart by the little thief's dagger.
The windows that looked clear and transparent were not broken at all.