Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 295: Chapter 98: How Many People Will the Old Age Striking King’s Wolverine Drive Crazy?

Hill was certain that William wouldn’t believe the lady’s nonsense, he estimated at first glance that he could recognize her as a Bishop of the God of Nobility, but guessed he wouldn’t continue to have designs on Edgar. At most, he would continue to have someone keep an eye on him, not to mention the Undead Tribe, there must be people in the Knight School watching Edgar.

Hill could basically understand why the former Countess did this, the woman no longer intended to contact Edgar and hoped that Edgar could live a normal life. She still had a little bit of maternal love for her son.

Even nominally, she wanted to break away from the Noble Church and wander through Saral in the name of a follower of the Goddess of Love.

Even if someone knew that Edgar was her son, at least on the surface, she wouldn’t be a Bishop of the Evil God.

Originally, Edgar’s identity was indeed very useful to the Noble Church, but who made this child have a Cardinal as his biological father?

Actually, everyone knew why the Earl did not suspect Edgar of being his child at first. If Legendary beings really had children that easily, there wouldn’t be so many single people openly.

Even knights who reached the Legendary Stage had difficulty having children, let alone a Cardinal.

While Hill was lost in thought, some of the Undead Tribe gradually came over, bringing their Magical Beast friends.

Today, someone took away an entire group of wild oxen.

Wild oxen have always been untamable, and compared to the Horse Tribe, their requirements for their Contractors are higher, they must be those who can push back against them.

So, this group of knights seemed to be Earth-type Defensive Knights.

Hill observed for a moment, and this should be the pure knight family known as Battle Field. They probably thought about it for a long time before they chose wild oxen as their mounts.

This family prided themselves on liking crazy offensives and indeed matched the impulsive and reckless wild oxen quite well.

Hill took out the contract, and the knights of Battle Field lined up to take the oath.

The leading knight signed the contract and happily stood to the side, speaking to Hill, ”We have discussed it, and tonight we will escort some wild oxen to the valley. Starting tomorrow, the family members will come to find suitable ox companions.” He glanced at Hill and added, ”Before the task over there is finished, the task of escorting Magical Beasts into the valley is left to us. We will help protect any other species of Magical Beasts that come here.”

Hill looked up and replied, ”Whatever you like, just be careful not to provoke any Demigod Beasts, they might be coming out of the wilderness.”

The Undead Tribe began to discuss among themselves, ”Is it because of the Wolf God that those Demigods have also been released? Will there be any Magical Beasts attacking the cities in the future?”

”Probably not? If they fight again, it will be a God War, do they have the guts to face William? Besides, they first have to fight Dwarves and Elves. Aren’t Magical Beasts also their enemies?”

”No wonder the types of Magical Beasts at Hill’s place are getting more and more...” someone said and then suddenly paused before spitting out the last two words.

”Isn’t that the Old Age Striking King of the Black Rose? What is she leading? Flat-headed Brother? Why is it so big?”

Hill couldn’t help but look towards the corner of the forest with them. The Old Age Striking King came out cheerfully with a wolverine larger than herself.

They seemed to have fought a battle. Both human and badger were quite disheveled.

This creature, known as the flying bear, has always been famous for its immense strength, ferocious temperament, alertness, combat prowess, and never yielding.

The wolverine’s brown and black fur was gorgeous and dense, sporting a simple bear face, but it seemed not to be trifled with.

”That matches perfectly!” the knight from Battle Field voiced what was on Hill’s mind.

”That’s a wolverine, one of the fiercest in the Flat-headed Brother. Judging by the size, it should be a female.”

”Big?”

”Small! Males should be about our size. But the females are said to be more ferocious.”

”Even more perfect then!” the knight from Battle Field was about to continue the commentary but was sharply elbowed by his companion.

His companion whispered lightly, ”Think about the fate of Snow Old Dog.”

The Old Age Striking King was extremely proud, happily approaching and then suddenly stopped, patted the fluffy head of her Animal Companion, and tossed out an Alchemy Hut.

”Ssss,” a knight couldn’t help but breathe in sharply, ”The glamour of a rich woman shines so bright!”

When the Old Age Striking King came out again, she had swapped her white little skirt for a black puffy dress.

She matched the wolverine beside her, which looked like it was wearing a black fur skirt.

The knights of Battle Field, in unison, sped up the pace of the contract.

Soon they all had their contracts completed, standing with their wild ox companions on the side, respectfully forming two rows, watching the Old Age Striking King standing before Hill.

”You know the specifics about wolverines, right?” Hill couldn’t help asking the Little Loli standing in front of him.

”I know, isn’t it just that she can emit a stinky gas! What’s the big deal!” the Old Age Striking King said cheerfully, ”The wolverines in this world are very cute. They usually emanate a scent like the Devil Vine, which scares many animals away. And if there still are any daring to make a move, she can beat them up while emitting a very stinky gas.”

She looked at Hill, ”You reminded me because you were afraid I didn’t know, right? Mr. Hill is always so considerate. But don’t worry! We have data from the Main God, and the scent of that Devil Vine is quite interesting, kind of like a purple lilac from our world, which I really like. As for the stench...”

Old Age Striking King reluctantly twitched his mouth, ”Having been around Cunlü all the time, I have no right to be picky about this. She loves to make trouble by letting the Duchess release that rotting mud pond, which stinks to high heaven! I didn’t even know why many Magical Beasts were ignoring me, it was the little cutie who told me. The scent of the Duchess was too strong on me, and they were not interested in leaving the valley, having to compete with that pig for food. Luckily, the little cutie is not afraid of the Duchess at all.”

Your ”little cutie” is even capable of taking on a tiger.

Hill felt genuine sympathy for Perfect Bald, hoping he wouldn’t provoke those two women and get beaten up by them together.

That tiger, fierce as it might be, wouldn’t want to suffer a stench attack twice either.

Watching the Old Age Striking King cheerfully walk away with her little cutie, the knights of the Battlefield couldn’t help but take out their tablets to look up information on Wolverines.

”Those guys from the Doomsday, they are quite pitiable, aren’t they?” a knight suddenly said, ”Aren’t she and Cunlü always guaranteed to show up at every battle? Hard Wind doesn’t even show up that diligently!”

”Ever since those pigs came along, Hard Wind is also there at every fight, dragging that Universal Sky Net around. That whole pig family, they actually are pretty good at creating mud ponds.” The leading knight of the Battlefield spoke slowly, ”Luckily, we brought the Wild Ox Group, so we won’t have to stand next to Black Rose’s pig group. Anyway, in a melee fight, they would just be together with the Magic Cult’s Elephant Group.”

The knights of the Battlefield looked at each other and felt somewhat relieved.

”Let’s hurry up and leave, don’t talk about it here, a lot of people from Black Rose are still inside! I don’t want to end up like Old Dog Snow.”

The knights of the Battlefield left with the Wild Ox herd, extremely satisfied.

Hill was also quite pleased with everything he saw that day.

Yet, with the Undead Tribe’s character of sticking close together, those few Wolverines scattered through his valley might have all gone out.

Hmm... and the Honey Badger. Hill’s valley only had these two types of badgers; whether there were other species elsewhere, he did not know. But among the recorded, only these two were listed.

The Honey Badgers of this world indeed nurture little birds, those Honey Seeker Birds, with almost every High-level Honey Badger keeping a few. So despite being small in size, possibly the size of a little loli, there was a deal of buy one, get at least three more.

The Undead Tribe probably hadn’t even realized it yet, and by the time they did, they wouldn’t be able to snatch them anymore.

So although Black Rose might need to raise a pig group and a badger group in the future, that wouldn’t necessarily mean a loss, right? At most just a minor verbal disadvantage, right?

The enchanting Black Rose is actually not too bad.

Then Hill could only watch in a daze as someone from Black Rose really did bring out some badgers again.

Although he had anticipated it, seeing priests with Wolverines and swordsmen with Honey Badgers, Hill was quite surprised.

This was about recognizing the difference between the two types of badgers and making a decision right away!

Wolverines that could protect priests, and Honey Badgers that could dispatch Honey Seeker Birds to assist swordsmen in scouting.

The people from Black Rose that came today were almost all heading for these two types of badgers.

Hill watched as one of them buried his head in the tablet, typing quickly.

”Tell Baldy that we’ll squat at the entrance of the valley until nightfall, and have him find a way to lure away people from other clans,” said a swordsman to the person typing, ”Change up the people who come tomorrow, bring only priests and swordsmen, and first take all the badgers from the territory.”

”Right, as long as we take more than half, others won’t compete with us,” the person continued without lifting his head, ”So these three days are crucial. Everyone, please be careful. Keep the Wolverines close, but definitely hide the Honey Badgers!”

Hill sent away these scheming Undead, and returned to the study on the top floor of the Magic Tower, watching them squat at the entrance of the valley, earnestly practicing their attack mode with their companions.

Their attack mode now seemed to have broadened their scope.

He wondered if William thought that the large army mode still needed more training, as their inter-clan battles were increasing.

But no matter how much they fought, it was either outside the northern border in their own settlement, fighting for territory, or outside the southern border, in that unmanaged area in the middle of Noah, engaging in large-scale wild battles.

Inside Saral, however, it was peaceful as can be.

Yet Hill could feel that the Undead were gearing up for war even more actively now.

Especially these PvP families, for whom the wars between the clans were the most important matter.

Hill sat in his study, and List slowly materialized.

Seeing his embarrassed expression, Hill gestured for him to speak his mind.

”That Yue Xiaoluo in our territory recently started writing ’The Chronicles of Hill Polanio’,” List said, watching Hill’s reaction, ”She wants to dig up even those events from the past.”

”The past?”

”She went to White Horse City. She not only found those servants from the old castle but also managed to locate the farmworkers from your estate back then.”