Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1007: Chapter 802: The Undead Tribe Back on Track

Hill slapped his forehead, reminding himself not to overthink it, staying detached was what he should do.

Curiosity is the biggest enemy... Whatever Coron wants to do has nothing to do with him, the Father of Elves hasn’t said a word, there’s no need for Hill to walk into the trap.

After handing over the gold coins to Marsha to store them in the warehouse of the Floating Castle, Hill returned to the garden, waiting to watch the fun.

When the ’Perfect Bald’ riding a tiger caught up with the main group, surrounded by a crowd, Hill thought that the eyes of the ’Snow Cloud Peak’ already lit up... They’ve completely lost their way, unable to even locate the mine.

The mine occupied by the Dark Curtain Magical Beast is an abandoned copper mine... The ones who definitely dug holes are the dwarves.

In theory, this proves they at least found the right direction. But the Undead Tribe standing on the small mountain looked at the wilderness in all directions, feeling confused... Although they’ve caught clues, there are just too many clues.

Finding the wrong direction this time might lead them to walk the opposite way from where they want to find the dwarves, nobody wants to do that... However, the Temporal Artifact on the tablet is still playing dead.

Even though William issued this generously rewarding war task, he tacitly allowed them to opt for the task’s failure, avoiding earning that hard money. The Temporal Artifact didn’t provide them with a map, only kept asking if they wanted to abandon the task... Most of the Undead Tribe’s rebellious mindset was stirred, preferring to sit around the small mountain rather than choose to go home.

So Snow Old Dog rarely welcomed the racing baldy loli on the way... Then his expression changed sharply when the baldy revealed the ring, swiftly snatching it... Not even a few members of the command group behind him clearly saw the ring’s appearance.

’Snow Cloud Peak’ looked coldly at ’Perfect Bald’: ”Baldy, are you doing this on purpose? What do you want? Enjoy the scene on my head?”

”Didn’t I tell you, this is the enhanced version of those few pendants from our Black Rose?” ’Perfect Bald’ said with a smile, ”All-round enhancement! Hill is always so nice, didn’t intend to auction, just directly sold to me at the base price.”

’Snow Cloud Peak’ stared at him for a few seconds, revealing a mocking smile: ”Where’s the awe-inspiring spirit of competing for jewelry with a bunch of young girls? Why didn’t you buy it yourself?

Oh, right, a man with only 500 bucks of pocket money a month definitely can’t afford it.

Don’t deny it, I have firsthand information!”

”Who said I only have 500 bucks?” ’Perfect Bald’ responded angrily, then suddenly remembered something, sharply turning his head to the spot where his family members were standing: ”Where is Little Deer? Come out! Who is her current boyfriend from which family?”

”Little Deer isn’t here.” An impatient voice responded, ”Your apprentice’s recent new flame is from the Black and White Path. But does Little Deer need to confirm your 500 bucks pocket money?

Everyone’s so familiar, who doesn’t know when and how much you spend money every month?”

”Incorrect!” ’Perfect Bald’ answered one word at a time, ”My pocket money is 800 bucks! I’m way above your husband’s pocket money!

”Sh*t! Do you want respect?” ’Old Age Striking King’ stood up amidst the surrounding laughter, ”You think I wouldn’t know that 300 is fixed point card money?

Expenses like this in our family are all paid by me! And unlimited!

Stop pretending! Just sit tight! Isn’t the little profit you earn in Toril all put on Liu Liu’s head?

Beware I find you an 800 bucks expenditure next month, see if you have it!”

Roaring laughter doesn’t even begin to describe the situation... ’Snow Cloud Peak’ happily left clutching the prospecting ring... The command group now couldn’t bother to see what he got, focused solely on watching the spectacle.

The internal bickering between the Black Rose faction leader and the clan leader, everyone is still quite willing to watch.

Only the earthy straightforward ’Perfect Bald’ was brutally hit with reality, making him forget to mention how beautiful the ring was, rolling up his sleeves, he squared off against the similarly tall Sanda King.

Hill watched this farce, his face indifferent... He now didn’t want to admit that Baldy was of the same profession as him, how could he be so easily distracted... That guy surely didn’t major in civil engineering, but rather building engineering technology.

On the edge of the giant screen, ’Snow Old Dog’ carefully looked at the ring, then pulled out a roll of black silk thread from his pocket... swiftly started to wrap it around the ring.

By the time Baldy and his tiger were sent flying by a wolverine’s fart... ’Old Age Striking King’, being fair, surprisingly didn’t unleash the White Dragon to beat them... Snow Old Dog had already completed his task.

’Snow Cloud Peak’ swung his left hand, the ring whose innate charm was masked flashing colorful light in his hand... though this attracted a lot of attention, most people chose to give up upon hearing its 370,000 gold coin price.

In the world of the Undead Tribe, special effects are certainly important, but aesthetic value is the basis for whether one is willing to spend money.

If a piece of equipment is powerful but ugly, even if someone is willing to use it, it won’t fetch a good price... of course, it won’t remain unsold, but there aren’t many people in the game pursuing cost-effectiveness.

The added value of this ring is considered impractical by many, as the prospecting function requires a lifestyle profession, and they won’t spend so much money.

Even though it can summon Earth Elemental Spirits... but currently, it can’t be used... the Undead Tribe doesn’t like reservation functions.

Of course, all these considerations are based on the ring being a bare piece of black iron.

’Perfect Bald’ finally realized what happened when he was silenced by ’Rain Falling on Mortal Dust’, dispatched back by ’Snow Old Dog’.

As the representative of the Black Rose Faction stationed in the command group, this Mage won’t let Baldy destroy the currently excellent situation on impulse.

Snow Old Dog had already used the ring to compare the nearby situation and found traces of the Dwarves.

Hill’s prospecting ring could even tell them the types of minerals in the distance, and compared to those small rare attribute mines, a large iron-copper hybrid vein stretching tens of kilometers, more fitting their aim to find the underground Dwarven kingdom.

’Snow Cloud Peak’ silently marked the cold mineral vein on his map; though temporarily they aren’t considering going there, such places favored by undead might likely be their enemies... they could check out the spot when they return.

Even if they’re not enemies, at least the ores could be sold for some money... he couldn’t help but look at the ring on his hand... he kind of wants to spend money on it.

Unfortunately, to ensure fairness, items purchased under the alliance’s name can only be acquired personally via auction... the only other option is buying from Hill.

But seeing Baldy’s coarse antics, either Hill doesn’t have much material on hand, or that capricious Archmage doesn’t like it... Hill basically only makes one or two for practice for things he doesn’t like and never cares if they sell.

It’s good enough to be sold one based on past relationships.

’Snow Cloud Peak’ silently sighed; though no one manages his money, he’s always rational... competing with an irrational rich lady for items seems a bit tough.

He looked at the ring hanging on his left thumb before turning and shouting: ”Prepare to move! Each clan form your own team, we’ll leave in half an hour! I’m not waiting for anyone!”

”You’re leading the way?” someone in the command group behind him couldn’t hold back their emotions, ”You can’t even walk in a straight line! Don’t joke around!”

’Snow Cloud Peak’ viciously looked back at them: lacking direction was his eternal pain!

Even in a world where various auxiliary functions are already very perfect... armies are still unwanted for those with too poor a sense of direction, no matter how talented in command he is, he can only vent at the maps in games... the agony of transferring after two years in military school constantly bothers him!

But he actually understands within himself that his flaw is quite severe... despite learning military maps for two years, his skill in route finding is no different from those without training!

Regarding some who rely solely on intuition to find the correct way... Snow Old Dog truly resents them and tries to trip them up.

He then silently waved to the distance: ”Rainfall! What are you doing over there? Let Baldy go die, hasn’t he been stinking away for a while now? Hurry up and come look at the map to lead the way!”

The Undead Tribe finally got on track, standing on Old Dog’s carriage, ’Rain Falling on Mortal Dust’ compared the map displayed on the tablet and drew a diagonal line on the wasteland, sending it to everyone: ”The right side of this line is an underground swamp, if lost, try to go left... there are dim small red dots, all low-level monsters; they basically won’t kill you but are mainly toxic... if you notice your HP dropping, stop where you are and call a Priest, don’t run around yourself!

Of course, if you want to automatically return to town, you may choose to run right... it’s full of stench and swamp monsters, definitely making you understand what it means to be in ecstasy and agony.”

’Snow Cloud Peak’ looked at Rainfall’s tablet from behind, not really understanding how he finds paths in the mish-mash of symbols... fortunately, he’s not leading the way, why would there be a swamp on the path to the Dwarven territory?

’Rain Falling on Mortal Dust’ glanced at Old Dog lightly: ”Envious? I studied road bridges and crossing engineering; map reading is a basic ability.”

Hill lightly raised an eye; it seems that in the future world, civil engineering is divided quite finely... so happily this way, fewer courses to learn... he remembers seeing the seventeen professional courses on the schedule when entering school and how overwhelming it felt... calling their civil engineering department ’Bachelor Academy’ was well-deserved... students facing twenty-three courses during the final exam period have no right to fall in love.

Managing his slight envy, Hill refocused his attention back to the Dwarves’ gathering area: seeing swamps as part of the defense, Hill felt the Undead Tribe probably found the right place... only the slim and nimble Dilo Dwarves who are skilled in spell-like abilities would enjoy living near swamps.