Hill picked up the mitril silver leather gloves and looked carefully for a while. The leather should be some kind of dragon skin... It was a bit like an ancient dragon.

But he was a little confused about the effect of this thing. Hill thought about it and simply put on the gloves, feeling the effect of this equipment.

Then his face turned black: this is a very precious strange thing of the dwarf. The enhanced version of the slamming guards is obviously from the hands of a certain dwarf god. It is a little higher than the masterpiece worth 50,000 gold coins popular in Torrell.

In addition to the power that the strange thing itself can bring, this Misilian Guard can also double the user's power.

Corellon's meaning is very obvious: Are you not tired of knocking on the dragon? Why do you have to get started by yourself?

Even if you have enough strength, there is no need to work so hard, and you still have to risk being burned by corrosive dragon blood.

He asked Hill to drink a glass of water that can detoxify and wake up your mind!

Although Hill could feel Corellon's kindness, he didn't feel happy at all.

His skin...is not necessarily thinner than dragon skin!

Let those dragons go around the elemental storm and see how many of them can come out intact?

Hill pulled the corner of his mouth and angrily knocked on the table with his handguard: "I am a mage! I am a warlock! I will never walk around with the warrior's handguard!

What was Corellon's head thinking!

Liszt, take this thing to the warehouse!"

"Sir." Lister was silent for a while before saying, "In the eyes of the elves, you have been trying to hide your power. After all, you are hiding from outsiders when you kill those dragons.

I think the Elf Father is just planning to help you. If something happens next time, wearing this handguard, no one will think there is anything wrong with your strength.

However, pouring the wine glass is indeed a bit of a prank…”

Hill said in a daze: "I don't...I just want to cheat more idiots to kill..."

If he really wants to hide, he will definitely not even show the elves!

Not to mention, there is a silly ancient green dragon in the cave! As long as she goes out, Hill's power cannot be hidden.

etc!

"Liszt...that green dragon won't starve to death, right?" Hill scratched his head, and he took all Craugliya Mata's storage ring.

"Sir, Crowiglia Mata is a druid, she knows the magical berry technique." Liszt replied.

"The druid magic technique cannot be used either! Besides, the magic technique must have materials. I... seem to have only left some moss for her." Hill said softly, "Liszt, let the puppet give me some prepared meat and vegetables... and the roasted suckling piglets will come."

Hill never thought of abuse of the prisoners!

He has always killed the enemy's attitude directly, and he has never been interested in keeping people for torture.

What's wrong with having that free time?

Hill really forgot that dragons are not pure spellcasters, they need to eat meat.

Although I have dragons...

But since he raised livestock in the Sword Mountains, Hill has never cared about what Terry has eaten. Agrea has life puppets everywhere who can help him process food.

The same goes for Tasting. As Telly's good friend, Hill gave the reception task to Little Golden Dragon.

For Taling, the safety of the enemy is never within their concern, so they will not remind them at all.

Hill took the food box sent by Liszt, walked directly to the cave where Claujilimata was imprisoned, and pushed open the door hard.

It seems that the green dragon has struggled, and the blood on the Jingjin Gate is quite obvious.

Hill looked down at the green dragon lying on the bottom of the hole, and looked dying, and smiled: "It will take decades for the dragon to starve to death, right?"

He threw the small box down and pressed a water-condensing pearl into the cave wall: "The food here is enough for you to eat for a month. If no one came to redeem you at that time, there would be no need to waste my food."

"Even if they come... they will wait until I'm about to die..." Crowiglia Mata said in a hoarse voice, "And you have to... try to attack... and hit your territory first... and then talk about it.

But...I...I know...it's useless...you actually wrapped the gold in the Black Iron Gate! Is there too much money? I can't even knock it open!"

Perhaps thinking of his anger, Crowigliya Mata didn't care about his weak body and shouted out the last few words in anger.

Hill hesitated for a moment and touched the door beside him.

Crowiglia Mata seemed to think that his door was made of gold and iron, and she was so angry that she felt that it was not worth using it to close her dragon. If she knew it was the gold and gold gate, would she be so angry that she was crazy?

Hill decided to close the door quietly and add a layer of black iron next time you come.

Crowiglia Mata suddenly asked, "If... I am your mount... can the pure gold on these two doors be given to me? Others... as long as... can be full...."

The door that rumbling closed covered Hill's surprised face: Is this creature like dragon too real?

The five-colored dragon is a creature that is easy to betray, so if you are a human mount, you must sign a dragon covenant. This is a loyal contract witnessed by the Nine-Headed Dragon God. Even if the five-colored dragon is signed by himself, you cannot violate it.

Craugiria Mata is a very smart dragon. She can't not know that she will inevitably be bound to become a human mount.

And Hill also made it very clear that as long as the worship dragon teaches, Hill will let her go.

What about Craugiria Mata's great dream of becoming the Lord of Deep Water City?

Can this little gold allow her to swallow all her past ambitions?

Crowiglia Mata said before that she was panicked? Did she know that these two doors were made of pure gold?

Hill walked slowly out of the cave, really missed his natural consciousness.

I hope that when the Undead tribe returns, Torrell's natural consciousness will also return.

Otherwise, with his emotional intelligence, even the Dragon's words could not tell the truth and false... Hill really felt that compared to past memories, the natural consciousness that could perceive hostility and judge the truth and falsehood was his golden finger.

If it were his own... he would have been cheated to death long ago.

Otherwise, they would escape the death disaster with their thick skin and flesh, and hide in some deep mountains and forests, and never contact others for the rest of their lives.

In this entangled mood, Hill waited until the day the Undead returned to Torrell.

For some unspeakable reasons, all the undead tribes in Torrell have been refreshed in the alchemy hall that can be expanded infinitely.

But before that, Hill, standing on the terrace, welcomed the return of natural consciousness as soon as the dawn appeared.

With infinite joy and sincere heart, he greeted the green light that surrounded him, and received a cheerful reply.

Although it only conveyed some misses and other feelings, Hill was already very satisfied.

It can also express some simple emotions. It seems that the damage suffered by Torrell's natural consciousness is not very big. As expected, only the Magic Net is in trouble.

Hill flew to the port and called back Pulvey, who had been swimming here: he could finally fly back into the sky.

Instructing the alien whales to float at the top of the space tree, Hill stood in front of the terrace on Pulvey's back and welcomed the first undead people who walked out of the alchemy hall.

The undead people who were about to take on the mission quickly rushed out of the hall, and then felt the colorful bubbles flying all over the sky.

"Welcome back to Agrea City!" Hill's smile came to everyone's ears, "I hope you have a pleasant and comfortable journey this time."

The Undead cheered: "Hill~Hill~ the cutest Hill~"

"Ah! Is this the blessing of the bear? Is this the love we can get?"

"When we meet again after a long separation~ Hill's gentle love~"

They have found that these floating bubbles are all gain BUFF, and everyone can grab one according to their needs.

Soon they let Hill go, and all kinds of shouts rang out on the square, and the undead were talking about what color of bubbles had.

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Hill... Although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, he still looked dark when he heard it.

Fortunately, he still heard what he wanted to know: How did William explain to the Undead? This information article suddenly broke off and updated.

When the undead gather together, they will definitely discuss this matter.

This guy... found that something was wrong and directly asked the God of Time and Space to kick all the players off the line, and then exploded his server in the Undead World Company.

Hill knew as soon as he heard this... the manufacturer of that server must have offended William badly, otherwise he would not have blamed the company.

However, based on Hill's understanding of William, the company must have had problems with that company.

Sure enough, the undead people said that William asked the company to repair the server several times, but because William's company was a newcomer, not only did it not repair it, but he was also cheated of a lot of money.

Anyway... William, who had blown up the server, just thought he was unlucky, and finally bought a more expensive one at the auction house. In the words of the Undead, he could give the server to the planetary Intelligence Core to complete all the repair work in just three days, and also updated the information.

This guy William, his style of doing things... is always so careless.

Everyone is very satisfied with the latest plot, but they still want to go to the Supreme Forest. The Undead really misses the Gate of Hell.

Hill, who was about to return to the castle, suddenly saw a familiar face.

The princess of Winterless City who had come to the Bar Temple in Agrea to adventure, Eribes, walked out of the gate of the Temple of Tyr surrounded by several paladins.

Judging from their route, they should be planning to find Lynn.

Princess Arribes saw Hill standing on the back of the whale in another world and seemed to want to say hello to him, but was stopped by the Paladin next to her.

People from Silver Shield know that skipping Lynn and directly looking for Hill to do things will only achieve the opposite effect.
Chapter completed!