Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 309: Chapter 112: Hill, No Longer Willing to Be Wronged

Hill floated into the sky and watched groups of rabbits burrowing up from the ground, rushing toward the meeting in the center.

He was a bit of a headache.

At this moment, underneath Hill’s beautiful valley, the underground was probably crisscrossed, right?

After reaching an intermediate level, these rabbits, although not as large as their giant counterparts, still were not small.

It was just the difference between pigs and dogs, but still of this world.

Since the Earth Elemental Spirits had no objections, it meant that these rabbits had control over their burrowing desires, at least not too deeply.

But if not sent away, these rabbits could one day really hollow out the mountain.

Hill flew above the clouds, looking out toward the town from afar.

The Undead Tribe fought fiercely, but actually with restraint.

The magic spells bursting through the sky rarely hit the tall walls of the town.

Hill even spotted Lily of the Valley branches perched on the wall, watching the excitement.

Inside the town, large groups of Priests squatted behind the walls, circling and healing, with no intention of going out to their deaths.

One could feel, however, that people were arriving in increasing numbers.

Whether it was the Snow Cloud Peak Alliance emerging from the Teleportation Arrays or the End of the World Alliance riding in on horseback, both were silently accumulating forces, preparing for a decisive battle.

No, waiting for the negotiation between their leaders to end.

Snow Cloud Peak wouldn’t refuse, they both needed to settle old scores before an inevitable cooperation.

Even after a change in leadership, ancient enemies remained ancient enemies.

These were feuds forged with each slash and thrust.

Thus, for these PVP players, it was a war worth fighting to the last, even if it meant losing all their experience.

The contention was no longer about the victory of the gang war.

But about dying fewer times than one’s sworn enemy.

After watching for a while, Hill noticed the Priests within the walls starting to run out.

It seemed that the negotiation on both sides had concluded swiftly.

Hill even spotted Cunlü and the Old Age Striking King, though neither brought their Magical Beasts.

The Knights of both sides had dismounted as well, preparing for infantry battle.

Was this a plan to fight a frank and fair battle under completely equal conditions?

Both sides had now ceased fire and stood at a sufficient distance to organize their ranks.

The wars that followed would depend on the command ability of both sides and whether the gang members could fully execute the commands.

In such large group combat, obedience was key; individual strength held little meaning.

But for Hill, there was no need to keep watching; this was a contest of endurance and will.

It was no wonder the Elves wanted to use a decapitation strategy to kill William.

Fighting the Undead Tribe, no matter how tragic the war, could only turn into sheer self-exploitation.

Hill had never understood what the Elven God King was waiting for.

Could it be that he couldn’t defeat the God of Time and Space now but would be able to after some time?

Hill landed gently back on the Magic Tower and saw List waiting for him.

”What’s happening?”

”I’ve informed the innkeeper that there might be people from the Mage Association staying over. He asked if the Undead Tribe could act as the store manager for a few days. Anyway, cooking is all done by Cooking Puppets,” List said with a neutral tone.

”I almost overlooked that,” Hill realized, ”Tell them to all stay at home. We can enlist the Undead to run the store. The Female Knights too, the defenses over there have been reinforced, right?”

”After the last incident ended, High-level Puppets were placed on both sides of the street where ordinary villagers live, and the Defensive Magic Array has been strengthened, Mr. Fran.”

”That’s good then, their chances of surviving aren’t high,” Hill said with a cold laugh, ”Even if someone does survive, they might not have the guts to stay in my territory.”

Just as Adrian had said, Hill was showing restraint unbecoming of a High-level Mage.

Hill’s apparent indifference these past few days was also because he had truly made up his mind to kill those fools who dared offend him after snagging some benefits.

Dead people do not need to be considered for hospitality.

It was just that no one knew how many would come, and there would always be some who would flee the field. It’s not so easy to calmly face death.

”Mr. Fran from Snow Cloud Peak and the gentleman from the other side negotiated at the entrance of the valley,” List reported with an odd expression, ”They went back and forth with nothing but platitudes, and I could only confirm in the end that they had agreed to train their troops today and not to resort to their most fierce and powerful moves.”

”Is it for the sake of fairness?” Hill couldn’t believe they still focused on fairness in playing a game.

”Unrelated to fairness or anything like that. They discussed for a long time today. Those strangers who came to videotape are probably scouting agents sent by several foreign families soon to enter the area.”

”Ah! So that’s why no Magical Beasts were used?”

”Yes, the End of the World Alliance also has their own Magical Beasts. It seems they’ve subdued a hyena clan and a lizard clan.”

Though such Magical Beasts were not very loyal, they could be tamed with good care.

Hill nodded; both the hyenas and lizards were species that could be tamed with enough food, although prone to rebellion, they were also easily subdued.

The people of the End of the World Alliance, as long as they were well-fed, should not be problematic.

As for the two alliances, according to Hill’s past superficial PVP experience, they would never settle down for a proper discussion until the very end.

Training troops was fine, but cooperation was another matter.

Avoiding dragging each other down was already a show of conscience.

In the end, it all comes down to how strong the external foes are.

If one alliance could defeat the enemy, why bother turning foes into friends?

Fighting later and having to look for a reason is just so troublesome!

”We don’t need to manage them anymore,” Hill said slowly and deliberately, with a smile, ”Has the Undead Tribe filled up three sides of the small town from top to bottom?”

”Yes, except for the side leaning against the mountain, there is basically no open space left.”

”The magic array in the valley is activated, not allowing anyone to fly over my head,” Hill said with a smile, ”Let’s see if this Messenger has the guts to walk in from among a group of battling undead.”

Obviously, he did not.

Hill looked at the information sent by List.

He did not even attempt to fly over the hilltop of Xil, coming to a halt right at the border.

If he died without even meeting Hill, wouldn’t that mean the final payment would not be made?

Hill thought it was very likely.

The Mage Association was supposed to deliver today!

If they did not arrive on time, Hill could completely refuse to meet with him.

Having Old Cat go was already Hill’s mercy.

Did he think the Undead Tribe fighting outside was prepared by Hill just for him?

So he’s dragging his feet there, hoping the Undead Tribe would stop.

Anyway, he just needs to enter Hill’s domain before the end of the day.

In fact, he wasn’t wrong.

This was a battle where everyone knew what was going on. Hill was simply unsatisfied with the Mage Association for sending someone to cause trouble.

But now it really had nothing to do with Hill anymore.

The Undead Tribe at this moment was truly enraged, and it was impossible for Hill to stop them even if he commanded it.

Yesterday, Old Cat had delivered a list of those who had participated in that ambush targeting Hill, a record of their deaths.

Every one of them had delayed resurrection for six hours and then died three or four more times.

Hill was satisfied.

His resentment towards the players was actually not that deep.

To the players, after all, he was just an NPC. What does it matter if he’s killed?

If Hill was not an intelligent program in their eyes, with blood, flesh, and feelings,

The players wouldn’t even have bothered with what came next, cursing only the planners who allowed NPCs to be killed.

And half of them would praise the game for its realism.

Hill understood this well in his heart.

If he had been powerful, the Undead Tribe would not have dared to lay a finger on him; no one would attack an NPC whose health bar they couldn’t even see.

If he had held sufficient status, William would have considered things more thoroughly, certainly not letting Hill be cornered so easily.

And at the moment he became a legend, Hill could finally admit that all his frustration stemmed from his own incompetence.

When he stood in the sunlight, atop the moonlit hill, feeling that he could make the players before him vanish with a mere wave of his hand, his resentment gently dissipated.

At this time, he could agree to the Undead Tribe’s request for peace with a calm mind.

His life was now in his own hands; he no longer needed to demean himself just to survive.

”Sir, why are you so certain that the Mage Association will send a troublemaker? After all, Mr. Fran also said it was a possibility,” List still felt it might not happen.

”Because my grandfather would not say so casually,” Hill looked at List, the Tower Spirit’s way of thinking was too comprehensive and sometimes seemed rigid.

”The Mage Association has definitely been prepared for my rise to legendary status. My grandfather has a wide network and would have received news before coming over—that’s the truth,” Hill chuckled, ”But he definitely wouldn’t say it definitively, because what if the Association changed its mind?”

”If it changed, Mr. Fran would certainly inform you, right?” List understood, ”After all, three days is enough time for Mr. Fran to know who has been sent.”

Hill nodded.

If a change was made, and Fran informed him, Hill could easily order the Undead Tribe to go elsewhere to fight.

Unfortunately, in the eyes of the Mage Association, Hill was not one of their own.

Just a Magician, and there is a difference from being a Mage.

No matter how promising his future, it was irrelevant to them.

Sorcerer Tower remained silent, and Hill did not know what they were waiting for.

But Hill always hoped that they would show up before the Mage Association’s Messenger arrived.

Unfortunately, they still didn’t.

Or perhaps they did arrive but didn’t plan to come with fanfare; instead, they intended to meet with Hill secretly, to covertly show their good will towards him.

Hill did not intend to accept such clandestine overtures; he did not need such humiliation.

If the Undead Tribe hadn’t accepted Hill’s mission, he would’ve had to find another way to avoid meeting those who came in secret.

Hill looked at the gift beside him, which had been sent directly by William a couple of days before.

He had sent someone through the Teleportation Array to deliver the gift, casually inviting Hill to visit the Royal Palace in a few days, hoping to hire Hill to cast the Natural Growth Divine Art for his palace.

Everything was plain and natural.

But the dispatched individual was appointed by the Chancellor, and everyone knew their purpose.

Apart from William, no other country or organization intended to show friendliness to Hill before the issue between the Mage Association and him was resolved.

What they feared was the Mage Association combined with the Forest of the Elves.

However, Hill certainly wouldn’t consider their so-called necessity.