Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster

Chapter 11: Grandfather Is Here (1)

The player's world was mainly aimed at pissing off the enemy, and the others enjoyed watching it the most.

Hill had seen some people jokingly saying that the forum was boiling, and it seemed they could use the tablet to see the forum.

I really want to get a tablet! Hill scratched his head and wanted to.

It's a pity that Hill was timid. Even if he got this thing, he wouldn't dare to use it. After all, once used, it would be exposed entirely under the eyes of the God of Time and Space. Hill muttered silently: "Think of William! Poor William!" He finally controlled himself.

Hill squatted in a different direction and saw a player browsing the alchemy recipe book. Although it was only a basic-level potion, the recipes provided by the gods were more comprehensive than those in Hill's hands.

The player flipped so quickly that Hill struggled to remember it.

Suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder and asked, "What are you looking at?"

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The massive use of mental power made Hill a little numb, so he didn't react immediately and forgot to use spells to escape.

Hill looked at Frank in a cold sweat and then asked, "Grandfather...grandfather, why are you here?"

"If someone wants to kill you, should I come to collect your corpse?" Frank said, "Don't you know how many people are watching you around here? Do you want to die just because of a little benefit?"

"What are you doing here?" Frank scolded: "I told you to stay in the magic tower honestly, don't care about these things! So you even dare to participate in the battle of gods as a little mage?"

Hill was surprised: "The battle of gods? Doesn't He just a new god?"

"What did you say in God's Domain?!" Frank said, "Hurry back with me!"

Hill said regretfully: "That tablet is handy! I just read a little and knew a lot of new recipes."

Frank replied: "There is still a chance in the future. These undead races will know the news of the battle of gods soon. There are always people who want to run. Just take two when the time comes."

Hill could only answer yes, but he knew in his heart that the players feared the monotonous routine. How could they be afraid of war? They didn't even feel scared of the gods.

In their mind, no matter how powerful the gods and demons were, they were 'Bosses' that they could solve sooner or later. With some experience, they would know all the routines.

The ambition of this god of time and space had been revealed. As long as most of his divine power was handed over to the system, the summoned players would be able to drown the human continent.

Even if you had to combine all populations of all human kingdoms in this world, there would only be 230 million humans. On the other hand, Hill knew how many people were there in the different world.

Hill raised his head and said to Frank: "I want to find an excuse to tell the undead my address. They are welcome to visit me when they go to the West."

Frank raised his eyebrows: "It seems these days that you have seen a lot of information. We need to have a good conversation when we go back!"

Hill knew that Frank agreed. So he quickly turned around and looked for a player.

The little wizard looked at basic alchemy before, had walked to the stove, and tried to cook the potion. Hill gently sat down on the branch above his head: "Wrong, those are the seeds of Savory grass. You need to put Silybum seeds."

The Savory Grass seeds were thrown away, and a handful of Silybum seeds were placed. Then the player suddenly looked up at Hill: "Who?"

Hill lowered his head and smiled at the player: "Hello, I'm Hill. Hill Bolao."

ChirpCrooked said hesitantly, "Hello, I'm ChirpCrooked. Excuse me, is there anything I can do to help you?"

Hearing this mission-specific language, Hill smiled: "I'm curious about the legendary undead, so I came here to take a look. There are so many of you. But, you are the only one who is serious about identifying herbal medicines, do the undead didn't use medicine?"

"No, it's just that our herbs are different from yours, so we can't recognize them." ChirpCrooked said, "The undead who came first usually prefer to fight, and there will be more researchers in the future."