Hill showed a cruel smile, and the crystal fan fell directly into the palm of his hand.
As a gift for the reunion after a long separation, the twelve tornadoes were his heartfelt welcome ceremony.
Especially the little bastard standing on the mast in the middle.
Three tornadoes rolled directly towards the ship from three directions, absolutely ensuring that they would be side by side, face to face, with their feet in the air.
A ray of light quickly flew out from a ship and rushed directly towards Hill.
The diamond-shaped crystal told Hill the identity of the visitor.
It seems that this artifact of the God of Time and Space has no intention of accompanying the undead to swing freely in the tornado.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~ Hill is getting angry from shame~"
"Xil Xiongxiong is crazy~ Hurry back to the house!"
The undead on the deck were running around, wailing and adding salt to Hill's wounds.
The Seraphs of Corellon still don't know what happened, but they can also feel that it is the undead that are causing trouble.
Even the artifact didn't plan to take care of the matter, and they all flew away before the tornado hit.
With such a slow wind speed, it doesn't seem like it wants to kill the undead, but at most it can teach them a lesson.
Hill had a sullen face as he looked at the sailboat that was turned mid-air by the tornado. Those undead who didn't have time to rush into the cabin kept colliding with their companions. Those who were unlucky would even hit the ship's plank directly.
superior.
Even if their pain response is reduced to a minimum, the force of this horizontal shot of the magic ship is enough to let them know what it means to be slapped for being a bitch!
The undead always choose to kill fellow Taoists. They often close the door after entering, so most people are unable to rush into the cabin.
It's time for everyone to experience what it means to be in a dark world, dizzy, with a bruised nose and a swollen face!
Especially the ship that was being cared for by three tornadoes. Most of them were in the shape of children, and they were pushed back and forth between the three tornadoes like bowling balls.
The undead were indeed screaming, but the Seraphs who landed above the port felt that these guys were not afraid, but rather happy.
Or rather excited.
They watched with interest for a while, and some of them simply flew in, trying to figure out why these visitors from another world could scream with joy.
Lin En and the Elf Crusaders beside him glanced awkwardly at the Paladins of Tire who were standing with them at the port to welcome visitors from another world.
Although the interaction between the undead and Hill is a bit funny, it is still understandable. Those who dare to play pranks will naturally be retaliated against, and Hill does not want their lives.
However, those Seraphs who rushed into the tornado themselves...
I don’t know how many gods and powerful men are staring at this place now!
Not to mention the harpists over there who climbed to the roof to watch the excitement as soon as they remembered the singing.
They glanced at the angel standing at the top of the tower, and then suppressed the thought of stopping the angels.
The constantly flapping wings and standing on tiptoes prove that Rashriel has tried hard to suppress his impulse. At least as the leader, he hasn't rushed in together yet!
Playing along is what this notoriously willful ghost would do.
The Elven Crusaders just felt a little embarrassed.
Only Lin En looked at the chaos on the sea and suddenly felt her eyes go dark.
How can he manage such a person in the future?
Did Hill say that the undead have their own managers?
When something goes wrong, can he get a timely solution if he goes there?
Linn felt that he seemed to have thought something wrong. There was a difference between chaos and confusion. Could Corellon and Suellen be the same thing?
Hill looked over there with a sullen face. Of course he knew that if these undead people dared to make such a fuss, they must have been mentally prepared to be beaten. This might even be something that was discussed on their forum.
This is not an activity that can be prepared in a day or two.
But what can he do?
You can't let them lose experience just for a little prank.
Hill could only hope that some undead people who had no intention of doing this but were implicated would beat these guys a few more times when they survived the wind.
He thinks there should be no problem, there will always be people who get dizzy spinning the flywheel.
Hill glanced at the diamond-shaped crystal in front of him. This artifact clone had restrained the divine light, and the originally shining appearance became much darker.
Probably because he was worried that Hill would take out his anger on him.
Hill pointed to the southeast corner: "I can't provide any other help. There are many things I can't do here in Toril.
The forest park over there is the place I prepared for the undead. There is an Alchemy Square in the middle, so I'll leave it to you.
I still have local people here, please pay more attention and control the excitement of the undead."
The rhombus crystal floated up and down a few times, and a delicate small box appeared in mid-air.
Hill continued: "Is it for me?"
The artifact jumped, then quickly turned into a beam of light and flew directly into the Alchemy Square.
Hill couldn't help but look up. The golden sun peacock above the clouds told Hill what the God of Time and Space's artifact was worried about.
This guy seems a little ready to make a move.
With Laxander's curiosity aroused, Corellon could do nothing.
Not every person who has committed evil can still dance like this in front of the Lord of Suffering.
If possible, Corellon felt that he wouldn't mind killing him directly.
The artifact of the God of Time and Space must have known who the guy who was eyeing him was, so he ran very fast.
As long as he enters the Alchemy Square, he can completely assimilate that hut and firmly bind himself to Toril's space laws. Even if anyone wants to do it, it won't be that easy.
The time and space artifact really used his fastest speed, and he didn't want to sacrifice one of his clones just like that.
If Lansendre really takes him away, he really has no choice but to self-destruct!
Otherwise, if the undead are mixed with Lansander, Toril may really explode. He is here to help the God of Time and Space gain benefits, not to send the God of Time and Space into the bottomless abyss.
That guy's fantastic idea, no matter how good it looks, turns out to be a huge pit that will never be recovered.
"Hill." Terry, who was standing next to him, asked thoughtfully, "So you are a bear? Is there a bear god in your world? No, a bear god...
That’s not right either…”
"The Bear of the Earth, a descendant of the Earth Goddess Trasil, is a descendant of the World Tree God System." Hill interrupted the golden dragon who didn't know what he was struggling with. He didn't want to guess what Terry was thinking. He always felt that
will be even more angry.
Terry nodded in realization, then lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.
The gauze curtain of the study room behind Hill moved slightly. Hill turned around and looked at the little girl with a fawning smile.
"Dad Hill, you really can't blame me~" Aglaia lowered her head and looked at him with only half of her body exposed, one toe moving uneasily, "They were on guard against me, and what I heard was the first
a song!
I really didn’t hear the second song at all.
I thought it was a surprise, so I didn't say anything.
Sorry, Dad Hill~
I really didn’t think about it that much.”
Hill could only sigh and gently waved away the depression in his heart: "This should be a children's song in their world, I guess they have been singing it since they were young.
They just need to change the lyrics and post them on the forum, they don't need to practice together.
Forget it! I was actually mentally prepared for it, but I didn’t expect it to be so cruel."
Hill believed Aglaia's words. His little daughter had not yet learned to understand his poor old father's jokes. It might not be possible for Alice.
Not to mention the alchemy huts of the undead, even the lord's mansion in their family's residence, Aglaia couldn't even see what happened inside.
In fact, with that "Hill's Biography", he would be embarrassed sooner or later, but Hill really didn't expect that the undead would tell Toriel on the first day that the undead came, and he was from the small town of Aglaea.
The lord is a bear.
"Your other half is an elf?" Terry suddenly said again, "In which world are the elves so crazy?"
"Terry." Lin En, who came up at some point, sneered and said, "As a dragon, how do you have the nerve to say such a thing?"
"Lynn!" Hill directly stopped the internal strife among his own people, "Why did you come up all of a sudden?"
"How long are you going to let them shake there?" Linn retracted his glare at Terry, "How should I deal with their person in charge?"
"Just go directly to the square in Forest Park. It is a clone of Trasil, the god of time and space's artifact, and is responsible for managing the undead.
Do you still remember the laws of Salal that I showed you? There are only more regulations for the management of the undead than that. You will know it in the past.
Let Liszt take you there.
However, you should go to the port first, some of the undead are already sick and can be put down."
Lin En nodded and left, taking Terry away by the way. He would not let this golden dragon be lazy with nothing to do!
Hill waved off the tornado.
The magic ship nimbly dodged all the falling people in an instant, causing them to fall into the sea one by one.
Hill was a little surprised. Such a ruthless operation, could it be that the undead were also controlling the magic ship?
The magic ship soon arrived at the port under the spotlight, and the residents of Aglaia Town and some passers-by couldn't help but stand on the roadside and watch.
When the undead began to stagger off the ship, Hill heard a very loud intake of breath.
Never in the history of Toril have there been so many elves and half-elves.
"Hill~Hill~" Another familiar shout came from below, "Can I give you a blue back?"
Hill couldn't help but laugh, and leaned gently on the crystal railing of the terrace. Aglaia also floated over and sat on it, her beautiful gradient dress fluttering in the wind.
There are many familiar figures on the port, and they are all still there.
Hill thought that there might be some familiar faces that he could no longer see! After all, it had been quite a long time.
He waved gently downwards, and the crystal flower ring on his left hand shone with light. For the first time, the magical "Water of Tranquility" appeared so clearly on the continent of Toril.
