Hill quickly found the teleportation array.

Keslot's teleportation array is located in the square in front of the Temple of Time and Space.

The soft light spread out, and Hill could see it from a distance.

Hill originally thought he could fly over, but was warned by the black-robed mage.

Flan's spaceship can only fly in directly after being informed in advance, and it can also be flown by people in this area.

Leaving the range of the magic tower, only the black-robed wizard and William's ship can fly freely.

The black-robed mage showed Hill the badge on his body, and tried very hard to seduce Hill. As long as he was willing to sign up for their mage unit, he could also get the uniform and flight badge.

With these two, you will not be thrown out of the city by the magic circle.

Hill almost couldn't help but roll his eyes. He rejected the enthusiastic black robe, looked for direction, and landed on the ground.

It was still early, so Hill planned to walk over slowly.

The pedestrians of Keslot, all dressed up, are slowly approaching the player.

It's not those weird fashions, but the styles of standard equipment worn by mainstream players all year round.

All high-level undead are in line with the strong mentality of this world, and many people unconsciously imitate the outfits of the undead.

Some nobles simply put on undead clothes. They would not be willing to wear the same clothes as ordinary people anyway.

But these people probably did it to please William, rather than really thinking it looked good.

No matter how beautiful the clothes of the undead are, they must also be convenient for movement.

This actually doesn't go well with the aristocrats' preference to be ostentatiously decorated and covered in fine silks.

But most professionals, with the excuse of being undead, have basically given up on those noble clothes.

Mages in this world have long been fond of wearing undead robes, which are really convenient and good-looking.

Hill was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and a light black robe.

He smiled a little as he looked at many people on the road who were wearing similar clothes to him, and it seemed that they were not just mages.

The undead’s habit of wearing clothes indiscriminately has also been passed on to the people of this world!

Hill walked slowly along this road to the long cross street leading to the temple.

Once here, the number of players begins to increase.

William set up a special commercial street for them with stalls next to the temple.

Hill put on the hat of his robe and walked into the teleportation array.

When flying to the valley, Hill saw a long queue.

"Why are there so many people?" Hill asked Liszt as he sat by the fountain.

"They said that some people go out quickly and might be able to come in a day earlier." Liszt was also helpless.

"Then they're waiting in vain?" Hill remembered that he told Xueyunfeng and Lao Mao that the maximum number of people allowed in every day was 200 people?

"The main thing is to see what kind of magical beasts they took away, right?" Liszt said, "Otherwise, in order to enter one day earlier and have so much shorter time than others, wouldn't that be a loss? I will definitely not come in."

Hill shook his head. Anyway, he opened and closed the door on time, so they could do whatever they wanted!

These players probably felt that maintaining a friendly relationship with Hill was more important, so no one caused trouble for two days in a row.

Hill completed the task happily.

Even if Liszt told him that another group of elephants had moved in, he didn't change his expression.

"They walked in directly?" Hill was just curious about this.

"I arrived at the entrance of the valley at night." Liszt said. "When I went to the door to wait for them to take the oath, I found Xueyunfeng and his fox there."

So, did the fox simply sign a contract with Xueyunfeng just to find a bodyguard?

Is this a win-win situation for both of them? Xueyunfeng helps the fox and collects some protection fees at the same time?

Hill suddenly laughed: In his own valley, Merkel is probably not the only leopard who has awakened and inherited memories.

Hill had no intention of taking care of it. If the fox felt that this was good for the orcs, Hill would be willing to help him.

"If one day a pack of wolves suddenly appears in my valley, just tell me." Hill complained, "Then I will really admire this fox."

Liszt couldn't help but laugh, and Hill stood up to go to Kerslot.

"There are now more than 60 undead living in the town." Liszt said quickly, "There are only 80 houses on that boulevard, and there are no larger ones. Some people want to live together, and they are asking

When will I build another road?"

"Find some drawings that look more harmonious with the original road. I'll take a look at it when I come back tomorrow." Hill squinted his eyes and smiled.

Liszt was stunned for a moment, and then said happily: "Okay, sir. It's rare that you are interested in these things again."

Hill shook his head and flew up. It turned out that Liszt also noticed his changes! It's just that Ta Ling didn't think there was anything wrong with this.

After waving goodbye to Liszt, Hill arrived at Kerslot again.

The sunshine was just right, and the tall 12-story magic tower had been initially built. Hill walked slowly and happily to the bottom of the silver giant ship and stopped.

Maybe it's because apart from the sailboat parked outside the palace, there is only one giant ship parked here.

So when Hill came over, many undead people came around to watch.

But they don't seem to like this look very much, and they have been complaining that it is too retro.

It's just that the feeling of standing next to such a huge steel ship can only be described as shocking. Compared with people in this world, only people who have experienced industrialization can understand the beauty of this giant ship.

The same goes for the complaining undead, who kept taking photos together.

This area, as the black-robed mage said, has been opened for flight rights. The undead mage quickly discovered this, and even if he didn't take pictures, he still wanted to fly here for a while.

Hill lightly passed over several flying undead, and watched as they passed over him and collided with others, falling to the ground.

"Uncle Adrian." Seeing Adrian standing on the bow of the boat, Hill couldn't help but ask, "Do we have to move down? As long as the tower can be inhabited, right?"

"The teacher gave me a high-level alchemy hut." Adrian pointed to Hill with his eyes. It was the one that Fran planned to use for himself when going out. Now he plans to use the one given by Hill.

The alchemy hut that Adrian built himself is not only gorgeous but has very weak functions. Frank will not let him put it here to embarrass himself.

But last time, in order to earn resources from the sea monsters, he followed Hill to make a space box, and it seemed that he had made a lot of progress in this aspect.

But Fran became even more angry.

Adrian really only likes to make medicine and gets lazy when it comes to refining equipment.

"Then go and release them quickly." Hill urged Adrian, "Don't wait. There will only be more and more undead, and there will be no less at night. When night falls, they will fly more vigorously."

Adrian knew that Hill knew more about the undead, so he nodded and flew down carefully.

Hill walked into the cabin and saw Fran still reading documents. He was a little surprised: "Grandpa, why are you so busy?"

"It was sent by the Mage Association." Frank replied casually, "As long as it is a legend, you can know it. By the way, I was invited to join the council."

"Grandpa agreed?"

"It's the kind in name only. It doesn't matter. It's just a secret document that you can see a little bit. It's not so confidential."

Hill couldn't help laughing as he listened to the words in Fran's playful secret document.

"Grandpa, Uncle Adrian has gone down to unpack the cabin. You'd better collect your things first!"

When Frank heard this, he put away the pile of documents on the table: "Although many people know this, you and Adrian don't want to read it unless it's legendary."

Although Hill was a little curious, he nodded and promised that he would never look at it.

Fran probably felt that these would affect their legendary journey, and Hill didn't have the kind of desire to seek death that he could not control despite knowing it was for his own good.

When Frank put away the giant ship, Hill was amused when he heard a huge sigh from a group of people.

Adrian has already placed the white five-story house on the innermost side of the land, which was originally supposed to be the garden green space next to the Magic Tower.

He is now contacting people to cancel the flight permission in this area.

Soon a group of black-robed mages flew over, and a group of black-robed knights also ran up on the ground.

The leading mage used the loudspeaker to shout directly to the undead: "After one minute, turn off the flight permission. Those who are still in the air will bear the consequences."

Adrian told Hill: "Hill, go and build a high wall on the white line drawn on the ground. Make it higher."

Hill almost laughed. Adrian probably didn't expect that one day he would have to build a protective wall to isolate the spectators.

I guess he really didn't expect that the undead could be so boring, right?

The team of knights on the ground had politely asked the undead to leave this private area.

Although the undead were a little reluctant, they still muttered and left, muttering that if they didn't lose their reputation, they wouldn't be afraid of the black skin.

Hill waited for the last undead to leave, and then silently released his magic power. Building the city wall was actually just gathering the earth elements in a fixed place.

Hill easily raised a 2-meter-thick and 10-meter-high wall without any effort at all.

He also carefully avoided the underground magic circle, allowing the wall to grow directly from a depth of 10 meters underground, and then converted it into marble material.

Only a 5-meter-wide gap was left in the direction of the main road.
To be continued...