Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 698: Chapter 497: Whoever Loves to Keep the Dragon Egg, Let Them Keep It!

Hill stood on the terrace, his expression somewhat eerie.

It wasn’t because of Ambori, who foolishly thought to drown a Sea God with sea water, but rather those thunderbolts all targeting the highest peak of the Sword Mountain Range.

It seemed like Terry’s house was acting like a lightning rod!

And though the golden paint contained waterproof potion, the ingredients were still metallic. Thinking of the countless Gold Coins and the pointed rooftops, Hill slowly gasped in a breath of cold air.

”Roar!” A roar erupted from the inn below, and Terry, having reverted to his original form in anger, dashed out the door and flew back toward the clouds under the gaze of a crowd of onlookers with wide eyes.

”Roar...ar?” From the change in Terry’s voice, Hill could tell that at least one Dragon Egg had appeared on the mountaintop.

Hill slowly turned his head, pretending to know nothing, his eyes fixed on Ambori as he surfaced with the rising sea.

The Goddess of the Near Seas, surrounded by beastified people with shark-heads in the sea water, wore a purple jellyfish long cloak, her large body topped with lively seaweed as hair.

Her skin was blue-green, with claws on her raised hands, and her eyes gleamed with a white light.

A tornado storm slowly rose around her, clearly intent on stirring up a typhoon powerful enough to submerge the entire town.

”Die! Wench!” A voice as harsh as a witch’s bellowed across the whole territory.

”You dare call yourself a Sea God?” Agleya appeared above the Sea God Temple.

She wore a blue gradient gown, her water-blue hair gently floating in the wind, her blue eyes shimmering like the sea.

Her fair and beautiful face seemed to deeply provoke the Goddess of the Near Seas, who hated the Goddess of Love and Beauty simply because of her beauty, but she had previously consoled herself that a Sea God needed to possess dignity.

However, the existence beside her, also a Goddess of the Sea, was so beautiful that Ambori found it hard to accept.

Completely disregarding Agleya’s disdain, she continued growling, ”Let the feisty goddess tear your delicate little face apart—dare to provoke me, wench! The sea will not choose you!”

Agleya hesitated for a second, ”Dragon Skin is thinner than your face! Provoke? You wish!”

She didn’t want to mention the sea, creating Ambori had already been unlucky enough, no need to add insult to injury.

Agleya gently snorted, raised the Exquisite Sphere in her hand, which rose and spun in mid-air, directly freezing the sea water around Ambori into ice.

Endless Magic Ice Arrows appeared in the sky, instantly striking toward the frozen Ambori and those shark-heads.

Ambori’s seaweed cloak quickly expanded, buying her a little time.

Her forming storm hadn’t taken shape yet when she pulled it to her side, hoping to block the long arrows.

Agleya waited a few minutes, only to find that Ambori was actually clumsily defending herself.

”With such ability, what kind of courage makes you think you can provoke a true Goddess of the Ocean?” Agleya raised her head, her voice crisply asking.

”I am the Sea God! You, you impostor wench!” Ambori roared, her voice deafening.

Then she started swearing.

Caught off guard, Agleya listened for a moment and couldn’t help but softly say, ”Is this really Toril’s Goddess of the Ocean?”

She waved her hand, summoning a Blizzard, sweeping away Ambori’s defense, and then used the flowing Water Rope to quash her resistance.

Hill knew Agleya was buying time, seemingly watching to see if any unexpected saviors would appear.

But Ambori, silenced by a Silence Spell, was almost penetrated by the endless ice arrows, and still, no one came to save her.

Perhaps Talos thought it was just a clone, better to let him witness Agleya’s power.

However, up to now, Agleya had only used basic Divine Arts of the Sea God, and Ambori was about to collapse.

”Looks like no one’s coming to save you!” Agleya sighed, the speed of the ice arrows accelerated, directly shattering the frozen Ambori in the sea into pieces.

Her clone’s power was not even comparable to the stunned Thorne who was watching.

Agleya sighed softly, ”I am the Goddess of the Sea, above the ocean, victory determines the ruler.

You should stick to being your feisty queen!”

As she spoke, thunder struck the sky once more.

This time, even Terry’s lightning rod house was ineffective, and the Undead Swamp began to be struck by lightning.

Hill waved his hand lightly, eliminating the Tornado Storm roaming the outskirts of the Undead Swamp, and casually retracted the twelve long swords freely flying at the center of the storm.

Talos actually didn’t show up. What was he waiting for?

Hill felt that there must be something he was overlooking.

”Eh?” Agleya looked surprised as the thunder fell in the cold Undead Swamp, unexpectedly emitting bursts of vitality.

In just a moment, the whole swamp had been purified another layer, almost to the extent that she had worked so hard to cleanse over the past few months.

A gust of wind blew past, and Terry darted straight into the area of the Undead Swamp most concentrated with thunder, ”Agleya, help me out here~ freeze this place quick! I really don’t want to get into the water.”

Agleya waved her trident, and along the path Terry had taken, a snowy road appeared.

The thunder dispersed and then concentrated again, finally bursting into a flower of thunder.

”Ah! That’s a Dragon Egg!” someone hiding on the other side of the road suddenly shouted.

The Harpist hurried out of their large house, but upon seeing the Golden Dragon that had already retrieved the Dragon Egg and returned to its nest, they could only choose to check other places where lightning had struck.

Another group—those who understood what had happened—had already rushed out of Hill’s territory, ready to look for opportunities in the wilderness where lightning had struck.

Hill slowly walked back to his room.

Luckily, his luck was still holding, or else his flying house might also have been struck by lightning.

Hill didn’t want any Dragon Eggs; from Terry’s behavior, it was clear that Dragons, from youth to adulthood, were only cute when they belonged to someone else.

Agleya rushed over, ”Dad Hill! Why are there Dragon Eggs in that thunderstorm! Should we go pick up a couple?”

”Last year’s Dragon Madness reduced the number of Giant Dragons by more than half,” Hill replied softly, ”The Nine-Faced Dragon God, Eo, couldn’t sit idly by any longer. If the number of dragons decreased further, they would be a species humans and elves could suppress just by their numbers.

He couldn’t allow his lineage to fall below that of humans and elves.

This year’s thunder is when the Giant Dragons are in flight, we better keep our distance.”

Hill glanced at Agleya, ”If you like watching baby dragons, you can go to Terry’s place to see them, but forget about raising them.

Especially don’t sign any Contracts with Giant Dragons; those are till death do us part, and it’s usually not the dragon that dies.

You need to think it through, Terry is a rare good child among dragons.”

If it weren’t for Terry, Hill might have considered raising a Little Dragon for fun; Dragons are alright once tamed, though they tend to cause troubles, which actually didn’t bother Hill.

But now that was impossible.

Though it was only a friendship Contract, for the stingy world of Toril, that was already too much.

Hill did not want to find, upon deciding to leave Toril, that he had transcended a certain level of causality with this world, which would be troublesome.

Toril wouldn’t stop Hill from leaving; the Crystal Wall that encompassed this world welcomed all visitors and didn’t maliciously keep them.

But if you take too much with you, the world will seek balance elsewhere.

Many people find, after leaving Toril, that they’ve lost precious Treasures, luck, or Soul Force; some Mages might even lose a certain Magic and can’t remember how to use it.

Hill did not want to lose anything that belonged to him.

He knew his own temperament; if he raised a Dragon Egg from a hatchling to adulthood, the result would undoubtedly be reluctance to part with it.

At the least, he would definitely sign a Soul Contract to prevent anyone else from forcefully Contracting the dragon he raised after his departure.

And taking such a Contract with him would be no small matter—it was quite valuable.

The cargo on the Magic Ship only consisted of basic supplies or Magical Items, never Divine Artifacts or Treasures of Law, precisely for that reason.

Only those items with minuscule impact on the world could be taken without any cost.

For Terry, using this town and the farms outside Silvermoon City could offset it; after all, it was only a friendship Soul Contract, and Terry’s soul still belonged to him.

Everything else, Hill didn’t want to trouble himself with that much hassle.

Agleya asked curiously, ”There must be more than one at Terry’s place, right? I saw that the first thunderstorm almost entirely struck his mountain.”

Standing to the side, List suddenly laughed, ”Miss Agleya, sharp metal tends to attract thunderstorm very effectively.

Mr. Terry is bound to have a bumper harvest this year.”

It took Agleya a moment to grasp List’s meaning; she stuttered for a few moments before clarifying her thoughts, ”So that means, most of the thunder here will be drawn away by his pyramidal house? How many will Terry have to raise?

He hasn’t even encountered a motherdragon, and he’s already about to become a dad to a bunch of dragonlings?”

Hill silently nodded, unsure whether all the dragons Terry raised would turn out to be Golden Dragons or those of the Kind Alignment faction.

Either way, he could help, but there was absolutely no way he would aid in raising them! Terry was already an adult! Even older than him!

And besides, if he really couldn’t raise them, he could send them to Floating Mountain! Even if the Silvermoon Dragon Queen didn’t want to raise them and there was no Gold Dragon King to send them to, she could still end up sending all these little dragons to the Platinum Dragon King Bahamut.

A boss needs to have a broad view.

Terry could fool around all he wanted, but others had to raise their own dragons.

Just the thought of how much food that would consume gave Hill chills—these were all meat-eaters.

It was simply unaffordable; Hill put his hands together sincerely praying, hoping that the Dragon Eggs would absolutely not end up in his hands.