Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 276: Chapter 79: The Divine Artifact Shield of Earth

Hill’s eyebrows moved; the Earth Elemental Lord Christoval contacted him in the mental sea.

Christoval simply said that he was safe, had some matters to attend to in the mountains, and there was no need to worry or summon the Elemental Lords over.

Hill thought someone must have asked List about him, most likely Fran. No one else would deliberately find the Elemental Lord to contact Hill.

Although in the divine artifact, he couldn’t contact the outside world. However, the elements could still perceive that Hill’s mental sea was stable, knowing Hill was in a place where elements couldn’t be summoned but was safe.

As long as Hill was unharmed, the elements didn’t care where Hill had run off to.

Hill figured it out: the Undead who were in the teleportation array with him at the time either died unlucky or fell into distant places, likely also wiped out by magical beasts.

Recently, Fran had been in Keslow, going to the royal palace every day. He probably heard them discussing what happened that day and remembered Hill also took the teleportation array that day? Though no one had seen Hill, Fran knew Hill always hid himself with a hairpin.

Hill didn’t discuss much with the Earth Elemental Lord, just asking them to check in for him. But he understood the Elemental Lord’s intention.

Unless Hill summoned them, the elements couldn’t locate him, nor could they summon him from the Elemental Realm.

It had been difficult to even contact each other a few days ago. Today, although communication was possible, they still couldn’t locate him.

Hill understood this.

The natural consciousness had been telling Hill that no one here could see him using wind magic.

It was probably since the World Will’s attention had been here ever since it sent Hill into the divine artifact space.

It was now helping the White Wolf block the deities’ sight.

Hill didn’t know how long the World Will’s protection would last, but until he found a safe territory, the White Wolf wouldn’t let Hill leave.

The White Wolf called Hill again, asking him to release some water for the wolf pack to drink.

Hill helplessly looked at this demigod beast who didn’t want to waste even a bit of strength.

Maybe it thought any use of power would easily be detected by the deities? Was it really planning to squeeze Hill’s usefulness dry to make up for the painful giveaway of the divine artifact fragment?

Hill communicated with the underground water vein, summoning a shallow stream on the mountainside.

He converted the land at the bottom of the stream into a thin layer of slate; the water quickly became clear, and the wolf pack began to drink.

Seeing some injured wolves, Hill waved his hand to release the water mist and healing water divine art.

The wolf pack quickly became restless but soon calmed down under the leader’s arrangement, forming an orderly queue to enter the mist and quickly running out after recovering.

Hill thought to himself: to the World Will, he was undoubtedly the most cost-effective tool.

Coincidentally, Hill was in the cities of the Undead Tribe, directly arriving at William’s royal city. Apart from the deities of the Gods of Time and Space, no other deities would look toward him at this time.

He hadn’t appeared in his own territory for days; even if a deity occasionally looked toward his territory, they would think he was still hanging around the Undead Tribe.

By the time those deities discovered the existence of the White Wolf, it would be the World Will’s business, and Hill could just roll back home and wait for the conclusion.

Hill suddenly remembered something. The wolf probably wanted to give him something else to show gratitude at first but later realized his brother’s child couldn’t leave this human, so he decisively gave Hill the divine artifact fragment.

So, did the White Wolf have other good things that suited Hill?

Hill peeked out to see the demigod White Wolf, majestically squatting on the mountaintop with its white fur fluttering in the wind, and secretly resolved to come up with a way to get those good things from this cunning White Wolf!

No matter how good the divine artifact fragment was, Hill could only fasten it in the valley, and he needed a reasonable reward to explain to those who knew about Hill’s adventure this time.

The value of the divine artifact fragment was too great, far exceeding what Hill had done for the White Wolf and might cause speculation that Hill had sided with the demigod beast.

Or he had something more valuable, enough to make a demigod treasure it highly!

In the end, he might have to expose either his wind magic or the Spiral Pearls.

Maybe both would be dug out at once.

Hill was unwilling to seek help from the Wolf God.

This wolf had already shown obvious hostility toward humans.

It differentiated Hill very distinctly from humans, so it appeared very gentle.

But Hill had realized that since elves and dwarves had gradually become harmful beings to be eliminated in the World Will’s mind, it had arranged for humanity another enemy.

To the World Will, Hill might be akin to a Spirit of Nature, so it wasn’t worried. Hill intended to do something to avert this future peril for humans.

Hill didn’t really intend to take action, but after contemplating for a long time, he felt that if the World Will insisted on assigning an enemy to humanity, magical beasts were better than elves and dwarves.

Better to fight straightforward wars than be manipulated by plots and conspiracies!

The Gods of Time and Space, who communicated with the World Will, probably thought the same, hence why they simply ceded territory to the magical beasts.

That’s why William moved the royal city further north to Saral.

Back then, the Black Rose family eliminated a legendary divine array; using that against magical beasts would be easier, wouldn’t it?

This game would probably last for a long time, unless the people of this land could all become legendary.

Moreover, Hill believed that those countries still resisting the Undead Tribe’s infiltration would eventually compromise.

It was just a matter of how long the elves and dwarves could hold out.

Their complete failure would mark the moment when the Wolf God stepped back onto the historical stage, wouldn’t it?

Hill raised a finger and looked at the sun in the sky. At that moment, wouldn’t the Moon Goddess also awaken?

What about the Sun God?

And the Goddess of the Earth?

Hill couldn’t sense any activity from this Goddess.

But since followers of the Moon Goddess had reappeared, Hill felt maybe somewhere in this world, the followers of the other two were also beginning their actions.

After feasting on a hearty meal provided by Hill, the White Wolf began to assign legendary-level demon wolves specific tasks.

They started taking their subordinates to hunt in distant places in batches.

Soon, the smell of blood grew thicker in the area, and Hill couldn’t help but release an alchemy hut, gently nesting it among the branches of a tall tree.

No one had the right to stop the wolf pack from hunting, so Hill could only shut off his senses to this scent.

The Wolf God quickly noticed Hill’s hut and, intrigued, circled Hill’s tree for a while before knocking on the door.

”What’s the matter?” Hill asked helplessly. ”I’d like to take a break!”

”Do you have a bigger one? One where the wolf pups can go in and rest!” The White Wolf, eyes smiling, poked its head in front of Hill’s door.

”I have some very nice Earth treasures that could be traded for it!”

”Only if I enlarge it can it be used,” Hill replied. ”I do have a few unused huts without internal decor, quite spacious.”

”Just a place where the little wolves can play freely,” the White Wolf said satisfyingly. ”I’ll have high-level wolves guard the entrance. Bring out several of them; some wolf pack branches bear grudges against each other and can’t be placed together.”

Hill took out several alchemy hut prototypes.

They were just shaped but not internally divided.

The Wolf God satisfactorily took them away, tossing Hill a round small shield and a leather pouch.

The small shield was probably a divine artifact made by some Earth demigod.

The reason it was a divine artifact was that demigods could only make it upon receiving rewards from the world rules during their advancement.

A demigod could create only one in a lifetime. To have more, they could only seize others’ or become a true god.

Hill looked down at the shield in his hand, an exceptionally pure Shield of Earth.

And it had only a pure earth aura.

It seemed unused.

Which unfortunate demigod had just advanced and had their divine artifact perhaps newly formed when the White Wolf’s brother killed them?

Hill sighed. If what the divine artifact fragment in the mental sea said was true, that the Goddess of the Earth and the Moon Goddess had a good relationship, as did the Earth Bear and the Howling Moon Silver Wolf.

Then this killed earth system demigod was likely an elf or a dwarf.

So the elves and dwarves trying to kill the Wolf God might also have this reasoning.

Judging by the White Wolf’s complete disregard for this kind of divine artifact, they must have killed more than one demigod.

Hill carefully studied the shield, suspecting it to be of dwarf origin.

It was meticulously crafted; magical beasts wouldn’t have the patience to adorn their divine artifacts.

If elves made it, it would’ve had plant-based decorative patterns.

Only dwarves liked to carve fierce animal images on shields.

Seeing the fierce bear carved on the shield, Hill understood why the White Wolf gave it to him.

A dwarf might have killed a bear, using the bear’s hot blood and spirit to forge the shield, aiming for a strong divine artifact upon advancing.

Then, this dwarf who made the divine artifact immediately got killed by the Wolf God when advancing right there in a moment of triumph.

Hill could almost picture the scene: the innocent bear being slaughtered, the dwarf using its hot blood and spirit to forge the shield, and the white giant wolf ambushing the dwarf during their moment of prideful advancement.

As long as a dwarf lived, they would be enemies of magical beasts!

Hill looked at the shield helplessly and sighed.

He tried to communicate with the shield, hoping to awaken the sleeping spirit of the bear.

Before this spirit awakened, he couldn’t use this divine artifact.

But it was perfectly sufficient to show as a gesture; this ordinary divine artifact was enough to repay Hill for bringing this White Wolf out of seclusion.

Hill felt the shield. For magical beasts, as long as the bear was dead, there was no issue in using it.

But Hill couldn’t bring himself to use such a bloody shield.

No wonder William’s life skills in weapon and defense making were so ordinary, all relying on alchemy arrays to enhance power.

The dwarves’ crafting methods were unsuitable for this world.

The human deities probably never allowed the dwarves’ unique forging techniques to spread worldwide, perhaps anticipating the dwarf-taught deity?