Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 304: Chapter 107: The Legendary Spell in the Mental Sea

Adrian might have gotten used to dealing with the Undead Tribe, that’s something local mages generally wouldn’t dare to do.

But it was indeed very useful.

For creatures of the Undead Tribe, being idle is just being idle. If they have time to tease cats and dogs, they might as well find more things to do.

Hill really agreed with Adrian’s approach, ”Long-term then long-term. Weren’t you planning on taking in more students? Now that you can’t train them from a young age, you indeed need to look around more!”

The Undead Tribe has a very tricky perspective on people, but if one could pass their test, there generally wouldn’t be any major issues.

Fran and Adrian wouldn’t demand their students to align with righteous factions; mages leaning towards neutral or slightly evil were everywhere.

As long as they weren’t from the evil faction, it was fine since Keslow’s Divine Array was no joke.

Fran glanced at the two of them and tacitly approved of the approach.

This was Adrian’s student; as long as he himself was satisfied, it was fine.

However, Hill paused for a moment and still secretly glanced at Adrian. His best Undead companion was the Young Master?

Normally, people would choose the most reliable one for a task, right?

Why did Adrian’s first reaction involve the Young Master? When did their relationship become so close?

Was this the deep friendship formed during that sea adventure?

Adrian definitely wouldn’t like the people from Snow Cloud Peak, as he had seen enough of those overly scheming nobles. But to direct descend to the type of Young Master who acts unbridled was also quite peculiar.

Indeed, friends as creatures really depend just on fate, not type.

The flora and fauna in the valley had already awakened and were slowly dispersing into the forest.

List lowered the defense level of his territory.

Fran, taking Adrian with him, ascended into the sky, ”Let me know when someone from the Mage Association arrives.”

Watching Hill nod in agreement, the two swiftly departed.

Hill sighed and quickly flew to the edge of the fountain.

The Spiral Pearls excitedly greeted Hill. She seemed to have always been aware of the outside world and knew that Hill was her savior.

But beyond gratitude and excitement, Spiral Pearls had no other way to express herself.

Hill gently patted the Exquisite Sphere, communicating with Spiral Pearls through his spiritual power, asking her if she wanted to stay here or enter into a pendant.

Unexpectedly, in her spirit, Spiral Pearls earnestly outlined the shape of a tree branch.

It seemed that to Spiral Pearls, it didn’t matter that this Divine Artifact belonged to Hill.

Which meant that if it were a deity, even if it was born in an oak Divine Artifact, it wouldn’t be bound by Hill.

Hill carefully placed the excited Spiral Pearls on the shell bed of the Lake Goddess.

Hill reluctantly bade farewell to the Little Water God who didn’t want to be separated from the Exquisite Sphere.

It seemed that he very much liked his residence and appeared as though he would keep this beautiful sphere even after birth.

Hill walked inside the oak Divine Artifact for a while, and indeed the space had grown a bit larger.

The mountains had moved back a bit, perhaps because in addition to the Water Element, the Earth and Wood Elements were also active inside, resulting in large open spaces appearing by the lake.

Hill saw many small Wood Element light orbs scattering seeds in the air.

Their clan leader had become a lord, which was a huge motivation for these small light orbs.

So, discovering the open space, they immediately rushed in, hoping that this space would have more greenery, and perhaps they themselves could become lords!

The mountains seemed also to have grown a bit taller, as Hill walked toward where the Moon Tree Seeds were sown.

Above his head, the Silvermoon shone faintly, seemingly rounder and brighter than the one outside.

This was probably modeled after the original intact Silvermoon.

Hill could even feel that this was probably the handiwork of the Goddess of the Silvermoon herself.

So, the Moon Tree Seeds were also a kind of self-rescue, weren’t they?

Hill looked at the silver sapling standing tall in front of him and shook his head with a slight smile.

Such strong Force of Nature had only allowed the Moon Tree to grow a little over 1 meter tall.

It seemed that they could only wait for the revival of the Silvermoon.

Everything would depend on the fate of the Moon Elves themselves as children of the Goddess of the Silvermoon. Their fate as a race, the moment the Silvermoon awakens, would be sensed.

Whether their actions could be forgiven by the Silvermoon, that would only be seen by what the Silvermoon thinks at that time.

Hill was willing to plant this tree but didn’t plan to invest more for them.

He concentrated and quietly drew out that wisp of Divine Fire from his Mental Sea, hanging it on the small sapling.

After reaching Legendary Rank, this Divine Fire had become relatively less significant to Hill.

Instead, it might lead Hill, who was affiliated with the Nature System, towards the path of the Silvermoon.

It was only at the moment of becoming Legendary that Hill realized this.

The brilliance of the Silvermoon was calling him.

But Hill believed more in the path of nature and did not intend to change his own will.

Having found a safe spot for the Moon Tree and given it that wisp of Divine Fire,

Hill’s relationship with the Moon Elves thus became less intertwined.

Though he didn’t know the initial thoughts of the Goddess of the Hunt, for Hill, who had taken in a group of orphans, reaching this point had already been the best he could do.

Let it be the repayment for the Divine Fire in helping him Purify his Mental Sea during his Magister phase!

Compared to Hill, the Divine Fire indeed preferred this tree.

Realizing Hill’s determination, it joyously embedded itself into the roots of the Moon Tree.

Hill left the oak Divine Artifact and stood at the entrance of the Magic Tower.

The beech was waving its leaves, warmly welcoming him.

Hill had exerted his greatest effort to help him transform into a Treant form.

The beech was extremely delighted, the abilities of a high-level Treant made him feel incredibly powerful.

After sincerely thanking Hill, the large tree turned around without hesitation and walked towards the gathering place of the Treants with heavy but slightly nimble steps.

He was grateful to Hill, liked Hill, but still preferred to interact with his own kind.

Perhaps during this time, watching others play while he could only watch from the core, he felt suffocated.

Hill gently floated back to the terrace, there should be nothing else in the valley now.

He could also settle his mind and look at the new spells he had acquired.

Maybe it was because, during this time, he encountered too many things that his abilities could not handle by himself, his Magic Ring, which tended to be supportive, was flickering with a few powerful spells.

But the first thing Hill saw was the Banishment Spell for Creatures from Another World.

This spell is rarely learned by anyone.

Normally, it’s just a universal banishment spell.

Hill could feel that this was the World Will’s reward to him.

And the World Will had finally decided to turn the elves and dwarves back into creatures from the Otherworld.

With Creatures from Another World of the same level as Hill, Hill had a fifty percent chance of banishing them.

For those higher than his level, it was only 10%.

It seemed small, but for Hill, who was almost always enveloped by the Natural Consciousness, relying on such luck-based spells was very advantageous.

And for Creatures from Another World, when the entire world started to repel them, their luck was basically negative.

So, the only thing Hill needed to worry about was those half-elf mixes.

Chances, Hill chuckled.

Coincidence and inevitability, in front of some people, were just the same.

Then another reward appeared.

Wings of Wind and Thunder. Hill silently named this spell.

This was probably the first time a wind and thunder mixed spell appeared in the world, Hill’s Magic Ring only told him how to use this spell.

Left hand for wind, right hand for thunder.

Then behind Hill, transparent elemental wings formed.

They could be used separately or combining wind and thunder.

Hill felt he could impersonate Leizhenzi now.

But he sensed the range of this spell, at least Hill could make thousands of miles around him filled with countless thunders.

Once Hill had named it, the spell flickered and became Wings of Wind and Thunder.

A very interesting spell, Hill actually liked it a lot.

And it could catch others off-guard.

Although he didn’t know why the World Will suddenly awarded him a Thunder Element mixed spell, Hill somewhat felt that he indeed did something to satisfy the World Will, was there any choice, if Hill chose wrongly, did it hinder the World Will?

Although Hill still couldn’t control the Thunder Law, this instantly cast Legendary Rank Thunder Element Spell had enough damage.

Hill looked at the third spell; this was the last one.

Hill got a very strange spell.

It could randomly attach a powerful spell attack to the weapon in his hand.

It could only be the laws Hill controlled, but all the spells could appear among these laws.

That is to say, when Hill used a weapon to attack, even he himself did not know which spell would appear.

Really well thought out, Hill himself always overlooked his own strength.

Then he saw an eternal beneficial spell, not a Legendary Spell, but a blessing Divine Art.

Hill received the common blessing of both the sun and the moon.

In the golden sunlight and silver moonlight, Hill’s spells were always increased by 20% in power.

Hill gasped.

Not because of the power of the spell, but because this blessing meant that the long-slumbering sun and moon had, in fact, awakened.

Not as others speculated, having just a tiny bit of consciousness, but being fully aware of the past, the sentient deities themselves.

So, there was no longer any need to keep it a secret for a long time?

So they generously gave Hill the blessing.

Hill exhaled softly, but he still wouldn’t tell anyone; it was best not to let secrets slip from his own mouth.

He always felt that the World Will was too kind to him.

Hill had no thoughts of becoming a deity right now.

That would only be the last resort after reaching the end of the legend.

Hill knew he wasn’t very clear about various plots and schemes, so all he could do was not be greedy and not meddle too much.

Hill just needed to know one thing, and he would never do anything unnecessary.

That if this matter no longer needed to be secret, then the first to know should be William, after all, he was the commander of this human war.

Hill was still a man who controlled the laws, not a god who existed because of the laws.

He had not yet owed this world too much, and even if he left later, it wouldn’t be a problem.

But if he exposed the world’s secrets and harmed the World Will, wouldn’t he have to serve the world for tens of thousands of years?