Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 135 Crazy Sonata
Adrian ran to the protective screen, imitating the undead, and stood in a few different positions.

A few players laughed and helped him take good photos, and printed out a few copies of the photos with transcription and gave them to Adrian.

Adrian smiled, took the photo and looked at it for a while, and put it in the ring with satisfaction.

Fran, who was watching from here, had an increasingly chilling aura on his body.

Hill watched tremblingly, not daring to say a word, he really wanted to run away.

Fortunately, Liszt appeared in time, breaking the stagnant atmosphere in the room.

"Mr. Xue Yunfeng, he led his people to follow." Liszt seemed to have noticed something was wrong, and said with a very serious expression, "After the news came back, they were divided into two groups. Some of them were young and lively, followed by the old man. The older female mage went to Prince Charles.

The other part, who was alluring and sexy, followed that man to the Duke of Ramsden. "

Only then did Hill realize in a daze that Edward was dead, and Ramsden was not a prince, so he could only be called a prince.

Fortunately, when Edward succeeded to the throne, in order to appease his son who was rioting because of Helen, he was given the title of duke first, otherwise Ramsden, who was still wandering, would not even have a title.

Hill turned his head and glanced at Fran, who had turned his attention.

"Charles, that's what I like all the time." Fran nodded, "Ramsden doesn't know, but he has always had a good relationship with the Noble Temple, and everyone there must know his preferences."

"Then why did you come to my place for a layover?" Hill was a little puzzled.

"Of course it's because if you are hooked, it will be more useful than those two combined!" Fran sighed helplessly, "Sill, your status as a natural warlock is very attractive to the temple."

"Why? Natural consciousness prefers me, and outsiders can't see it?"

"Even if you can't see it, as a human nature warlock, you must be favored by nature to advance so easily." Fran shook his head, "That is to say, there are undead standing in front of you now, and other temples have to look at His Majesty the king. face, otherwise your place would have been filled with all kinds of visitors."

"Legends will always come forward." Fran said solemnly, "People who are loved by the natural consciousness will have a somewhat biased world consciousness."

Hill couldn't help thinking of William, the son of luck.

"Of course, His Majesty the King is here now." Fran also thought about it, "You may not get much favor. But at least, being lucky enough to be with you is already very enviable."

It seems that the entanglement and collusion between the space-time pantheon and the world consciousness is already the default of everyone.

"What do they want Nature Warlocks to do?" Hill asked, shifting the subject.

"For the gods, especially those who believe in conferred gods. There are believers who are successful, and believers who are defeated." Fran sneered, "Only nature is eternal. Believers who have nature warlocks almost have it." Anchor in nature."

Hill tilted his head slightly: "If you believe in a god, is that still a natural magician?"

"Naturally, if you love someone, you won't change easily unless you are hurt." Fran sighed, "This is the word from the elves. The temple seems to have confirmed this news."

"Besides, they don't need you to be pious!" Fran said slowly, "As long as you are willing to recite the name of God every day, it will be very meaningful to them. It's a pity that only chanting from the heart It is only useful, otherwise the elves will have to be caught."

Hill lowered his head: "So you find a woman to seduce me?"

"You grew up according to the education of a mage, and you are an alchemist with a lot of money in your hands." Fran sneered, "What good can it do for you to give up the free life of a mage and choose to enter the temple and be bound?
Only your children have hope.

If you really fall in love with any woman, there will be countless similar women coming to you soon, enough for you to vomit. "

Hill bowed his head silently: his pure love flew away completely.

Even if there is a girl who is particularly close to his heart, after a thorough investigation of the background behind him, what is the meaning of being in love?

"Is Adrian really crazy?" Fran looked at the giant screen and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.

Hill jerked his head up and saw Adrian fly to the height of the protective shield, and put a hand on the place where the octopus' claws hit.

He seems to be following the example of a player, wanting to take a picture of high-fiving a demigod.

Hill looked at Adrian, who was laughing wildly on the screen, and turned his head silently, not looking at Frank's livid face. Although the nature of the mages was easy to diverge, Adrian was also a little bit too much.

There are people like Miller Legend watching behind him.

"Protective cover, the light is a bit weaker." Fran said seriously, "Lister, contact Adrian from the undead and tell him to hide and stop playing!"

Hill quietly listened to Fran's aggravated tone, and watched Liszt appear in an instant: "I have already found the people from the Sword Asking World Youth Tour, and they contacted Honey Peach Heart."

Adrian on the giant screen had already been called down, and he pointed at Honey Sweetheart, who had been filming, with a changed expression, and said, "You, can you also reach Hill's territory?"

Honey Peach Heart pulled the stiff Adrian, quickly hid back to the hiding place just now, and then said slowly: "Sweetheart's live broadcast room is very famous! If Mr. Hill likes to watch live broadcasts, he should watch it arrive."

"The giant screen at Hill is managed by the deputy mayor of the undead." Adrian said slowly.

"That's definitely no problem." Honey Sweetheart said confidently, "I'm very popular!"

Adrian looked at the camera that was still being filmed, and pointed upward blankly: "It's not that the protective cover will not hold up anymore, let's shoot there!"

Then he retreated into the corner without saying a word.

Hill heard Fran's sneer sharply.

After a few more minutes, Hill could see that the light emitted from the protective shield began to weaken without Frank saying anything.

The eight-clawed demigod seemed to have sensed it too. Its mechanical action of smashing the wall suddenly became violent again.

Just when the protective shield began to tremble and seemed to be broken, Miller Legend cleared his throat: "Ah, I almost fell asleep. Hensley, change into the spar given by His Majesty the King. I am too uncomfortable Disabled."

As soon as the voice fell, the light radiated, and the color of the protective cover changed from transparent silver to transparent gold.

The tentacles held high by the eight-clawed demigod stood in the air for a long time.

Unwilling to give up, he stretched out all four claws and played a crazy rhapsody.

However, compared to the original one, which might still wobble, this almost immobile shield still seemed to hurt his paws.

The eight-clawed demigod who silently lowered its claws suddenly jumped up, and the eight tentacles hugged the protective cover and began to shake wildly.

The undead people squatting on the deck and playing around, almost all turned into gourds.

But after seeing Adrian floating slightly in the air, the mage flew up with him.

It's a pity that they couldn't fly high, and the result was that they were hugged by their waists by their fellow knights and swordsmen, and they fell together.

The screams and curses of the undead sounded everywhere, and the belief of sharing weal and woe made no one in the air stand in the air except Adrian and the knight puppet holding his shield to protect him.

Hill looked at the violently shaking camera, and Adrian, who was standing on the upper floor of the small space, was stunned, slightly relieved.

"Behind Uncle Adrian is a legendary puppet, right?" Hill asked knowingly, "Then there is nothing to be careful about."

Fran gave Hill a sideways look: "There is no need to speak for him, this time, he should go back to the Magic Tower to practice hard."

It's just confinement, Hill puts his mind down a bit, anyway, when Adrian comes back, with so many resources in hand, he will definitely have to study new potions, it doesn't make any difference, at most it will take longer, and that's what Adrian asked for .

Hill watched the screen shake for 2 hours before finally stopping slowly.

Although the undead were lying on the ground wailing in desolation, the mages were cursing their companions loudly, smoking from their wicked belts, and pulling out lists sooner or later.

But as the perpetrator, the eight-clawed demigod seemed even more sad.He pushed the boat hard and sank to the bottom of the sea.

Even if the tenacious photographer couldn't get up, he still held up the camera. In the shot, the waterline that left quickly seemed to be the tears left by the eight-clawed demigod.

"Miller, he's not the type to do such a thing!" Fran watched quietly for a long time before muttering softly.

Seeing Hill's curious eyes, he said: "His student, Hensley, was really brought out by him, and he looks exactly like him."

So this kind of operation of running a half-spirited person is more like William, right?

Hill understood what Fran meant.

"There are a lot of undead." Hill said slowly, "and there are also many space-time warlocks.

Whether it is commanded through the tablet, or directly through the gate of time and space, it is possible. "

Fran shook his head: "It seems that there is no need to pay attention. Just wait for Adrian to come back. Unless that person is really shameless and takes action himself."

"It would be great if that one really made a move." Hill felt that this was the best way, "There are so many space-time warlocks, and the door can be opened at any time to let His Majesty the King with the artifact pass."

"So no." Fran showed a scornful smile, "He still intends to regain his faith! How could he take such a big risk."

Although the demigod has gone away, the screen is still lively.

The undead are already in a ball.

It seems that their attack skills are limited, and they all hit directly with their fists.

"Why are they so honest?" The players, who had been squatting down and staring at the screen without speaking, finally became lively.

Hill really felt that the people brought by Xue Yunfeng were more eye-catching.All was silent during the time Adrian was in danger.

But seeing that the situation was over, he became active.

"Honest P." Hill looked down at the black rose and Yu Luofanchen scolded, "They're all planning to use Meteor Fire Rain!"

"Ah? Why didn't it work?" Someone said in a very regretful tone.

"Just when I was about to use it, I was warned." Yu Luofanchen pointed at the tablet in his hand and said, "Whoever dares to use a skill on a non-hostile target on the boat will be struck by lightning and sent back to the city for free."

"Ah, I finally got the lottery, so I can't do it if I just come back like this."

"There is an isolation shield, so I can't actually select that octopus." Someone sighed and said, "They tried several times, but they all said they couldn't select the target. What a pity, I thought they could kill the demigod!"

Hill looked at Fran, couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, and silently retreated.

"Old Mr. Cat asked, can we switch to another live broadcast?" Liszt appeared instantly.

Hill waved his hand: "Let him do whatever he wants! It's best to let the undead disperse. The kind of discussion they have is not very good for my grandfather."

The door behind Hill suddenly opened, and a hedron fell on his head.

"Grandfather, I'm going back first!" Hill, clutching his head, planned to slip away quickly.

"Sir, Mr. Xue Yunfeng asked if we should pay more attention to which two camps."

"Yes." Hill nodded, "Tell them, according to the investigation mission, every new message can be handed in the mission."

"The Earl of Perast, do you need to be notified?" Liszt asked silently.

"It's not life-threatening, so why should I care so much about them?" Hill shook his head and vetoed, "It's so stupid, then I can't help it."

For Earl Perast, Hill always has only one strategy: nothing but life and death.

He glanced at the worried Liszt, and suddenly said, "Are you worried that they will use the Earl to threaten me?"

"You should know that after becoming a warlock, my bloodline has been awakened, and my blood relationship with Earl Perast has almost disappeared." Hill smiled faintly, "Draining the blood of the Earl can't even curse me .”

As for the matter of threatening Hill with the Earl, Adrian has already publicized that Hill has paid off the Earl's life grace, and everyone in the world knows about it.

The thing that Hill is most satisfied with in this world is that there is no such thing as an all-encompassing parent.

Although the life-giving grace of parents is heavy, as long as it is repaid, it depends on whether there is any relationship between the two parties.

If you really want to threaten Hill, Adrian is more suitable.

However, if he could deal with Adrian, he would have been able to capture Hill directly.

Besides, if you really have to try your best to catch Adrian, then generally speaking, it's more used to threaten Fran, right?
Hill lowered his head and thought about it. Among the three, he was the most likely to be the hostage.

Hill was standing in the corridor of the lord's mansion, and through the window he heard the undead in twos and threes outside, and was also discussing the female mages who had gone to the two camps.

The undead girls don't seem to give up on killing these people yet.

They have been asking the people in Xue Yunfeng whether they are prone to corruption after seeing too many demonic items.

Xue Yunfeng was in such a state of embarrassment that he was dragged down by the girls several times when he flew up.

In the end, I could only say helplessly: "Either you take turns to accept Hill's investigation mission? During the few days they stayed, their level has indeed risen a bit, so there must be something wrong. Go and guard, once the name turns red, you can Just kill it!"

The girls yelled happily, rushed to Lao Mao's office, and went to take up the task.

Hill heard the old cat's roar from inside the church: "Old dog Xue, you bastard! Didn't you agree to arrange someone to pick you up? If I didn't agree to help you, why did I take such trouble from Liszt?" Take over the matter!"

Xue Yunfeng straightened his robes slowly, glanced at the players around him who were squinting at him, and said Shi Shiran, "One moment and the other! It's all like this, I'm sure I'm going to die, Fellow Daoist!"

　(TT)
New week, new tickets~
　
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