Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1051: Chapter 845: The Night Cloak Questioning Her Life Choices

The Anmur spies answered the questions of the Envoy of the Night before them nervously… Hill could recognize who this woman was at a glance, let alone those living in this country.

The ruler of the Ancient Night Temple was rolling on the ground under Shaer’s whipping before their eyes, and the fact that Iltmara did not eliminate all the witnesses directly meant something everyone understood.

It was too incredible!

Even Shaer was unwilling to offend these strange extraplanar elves… No one would believe this concession was for a bunch of little fairies, even if that young queen was a demigod nearly equivalent to a lower rank divine power.

The innate defect of the little fairies’ spirit determined their upper limit, and their struggles have always been among themselves.

Whether it’s the Sorrowful and Angry Fairies or Joyous Fairies fighting to the death, it basically has nothing to do with humans.

The spies from Toril, who have lived amidst various intrigues for years, knew they had to tightly cling to the legs of these Teraxil elves… Once expelled from this camp, they might not even know how they died.

Iltmara was notorious for her varied and unique assassination methods.

They did not want to be brutally expelled for being caught lying, so unless it directly triggered the contract that would destroy their souls, these spies decisively revealed everything they could say.

Even if they would be captives in the Mil Forest for a lifetime, they would not leave this camp!

At worst, they could give up all identities and start as refugees… How many spies still have face?

Though ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ didn’t quite understand why Shaer would punish her priestess, holding to the belief that anything happening to NPCs is normal, he still took the initiative to comfort Iltmara: “This subartifact capable of lie detection cannot be resisted by even high-level mages above thirty levels.

The great Goddess of the Night had once witnessed it with her own eyes, so you don’t need to worry.”

Iltmara suddenly turned her head, staring at the elf who mentioned Shaer without a trace of reverence, her brow tightly knitted.

The somewhat bewildered ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ returned her a polite but perplexed smile.

The Dark Night Priestess finally sensed that subtle difference… Even without conflict with Shaer, when the Toril people mentioned the Goddess of the Night, it was always with fear, her followers included: The more one understood Shaer, the more they realized her terribleness.

However, the Teraxil elf before her, while professing greatness, seemed to be talking about a neighboring resident.

Iltmara had gotten somewhat smarter this time, yet her obviously questioning posture towards Shaer yielded no response… The undead’s attitude towards deities, Shaer knew well.

This wasn’t simply because of the otherworldly visitors… Shaer had long noticed; this was a group that didn’t respect authority.

But if one or two people were like this, it could be said ignorance is fearless, but if everyone was like this, it only proves that their world is entirely different from Toril.

Even though Shaer couldn’t imagine what such a world would be like… she couldn’t believe any world could achieve absolute fairness, allowing everyone to live happily ever after.

However, at the least, it could let the common people live without much worry, indulging in food, drink, and play… So Hill said they were somewhat like elves, which was indeed not wrong, the initial elves… before being torn apart by Rose’s machinations, truly had some resemblance to the undead.

Perhaps the rulers of the undead were more capable and not as blind as Coron, allowing their world to maintain such beauty.

Even Shaer, who wasn’t particularly interested in other worlds, thought that living in the world of the undead must be quite good, at least someone like Celene, prone to irrational actions, must be kept in check… Otherwise, no world could maintain its order.

Without receiving a response, Iltmara hesitated for a moment, but she still turned her head again to confirm those Anmur spies’ answers… When questioning each person, she used Dark Arts to conceal their conversation… The other spies, not knowing what their companions had said, could only choose to speak in more detail.

They knew their currently safe situation was entirely because the undead tribe clearly belonged to the order-kind alignment… Although they couldn’t figure out why such an undead tribe would be associated with the Goddess of the Night.

But if their answers were found to be incorrect by the ruler of the Ancient Night Temple before them… This woman could easily renew several royal families, and their tricks would be utterly useless before Iltmara… Very likely, these Teraxil elves would no longer protect their safety.

Fortunately, those elves were not interested in probing what Iltmara wanted to ask; most of them wandered away, and the ones that stayed merely stood afar, pointing and gesturing… The spies couldn’t quite figure out whether these elves were talking about them or the whipped Iltmara.

As for those other country’s spies also remaining here… There were no fools capable of being spies; they were just a step away from making themselves deaf.

Don’t be fooled by Iltmara’s serious demeanor here, everyone knows this woman enjoys torturing people to death!

Especially with Shaer watching!

That’s the most terrifying part.

In the clearing, the rational Toril people, regardless of their country or faction, all held tremendous awe for the seemingly indifferent Teraxil elves… These were beings daring enough to disrespect Shaer yet remained unpunished!

Whether these Teraxil elves had the skill themselves or simply strong backing, to the Toril people, the words “do not provoke” were already floating above their heads.

Even knowing that the Teraxil elves were backed by Coron, and even recognized by Tyr and Lansendel, the Toril people didn’t find them particularly frightening… Indeed, numbers have their advantage, but don’t powerful factions often have over thirty or even forty-plus level big shots?

Countries that didn’t were long gone… it’s just that the big shots don’t bother with internal conflicts.

Try having people from other countries invade?

This is why, despite fierce battles, Toril countries seldom wage wars of extermination, and when fighting externally, they always ensure they have a valid reason, at least a verbal one.

Deities from the kind alignment do not support unjust wars, so countries on the Ferun Great Land merely lament the high-level professionals of the Teraxil elves without worrying about them invading other countries.

Even if the kindness of Toril Gods is limited, so long as one refrains from foolish acts, no matter what tricks the other party employs, if you control your desires, the deities from the kind alignment need not overly worry.

But Shaer… the words “justice” simply do not exist in her dictionary!

If it was known earlier that the Teraxil elves had ties with Shaer, that Pasha who killed the Kalinsan would never have dared invite these otherworld elves to his country… The Kalinsanians are well aware of the terrifying nature of this goddess.

The turmoil their country has faced in recent years is all thanks to the Ancient Night Temple.

The Undead Tribe, still observing, finally understood that the captivating woman before them was a big shot, and one who played dirty at that.

They, of course, couldn’t resist the urge to gossip, yet somehow forgot to cast a soundproof array… Those unfortunate spies were left hopelessly educating these curious canines about the many notorious deeds of this depraved and decadent Kalinsan woman, known for her wild celebrations and homicidal fantasies.

Though hiding under the dark canopy, Iltmara, being Shaer’s exclusive priest, the Night Cloak never trusts anyone… Not even their Main God… It’s well known that while Shaer wouldn’t easily sacrifice them, she also wouldn’t hesitate to discard them… This contradiction doesn’t bother outsiders, and dissatisfaction seldom makes Shaer abandon a follower, but sacrifices are unavoidable to fulfill her world-ending ambition.

Now, Iltmara could only listen ferociously with a grim expression as she overheard the gossip between the Undead Tribe and those spies from other countries while furiously compiling the Twin Towers information she gathered from the six Anmur spies.

Once she confirmed her information was accurate, she quickly faded into the shadows, leaping between them as she left from the other side of the forest… Everyone knew exactly which way she went because the defensive magic array of that city’s wall was also activated.

‘Snow Cloud Peak’ could only let the ‘Old Age Striking King’ ride on Lady White Dragon to let that Kalinsan beauty leave… For this, he had to offer the White Dragon a grand feast.

Though they’re partners, the ‘Old Age Striking King’ found no issue in soaring through the sky on her, but for missions, he must share half the reward with her.

Therefore, despite the White Dragon’s swift flying speed, the Undead Tribe rarely requests their help easily. Splitting the reward in half is a pain for anyone involved.

However, for the White Dragon, life was quite comfortable even without jobs: the Undead Tribe’s pet space was simply perfect, spacious enough, secure, and even seemed connected to a richly elemental plane, and waking up there always felt like power had increased with abundant food available!

Could there be a more perfect life than this?

Ever since knowing what kind of fulfilling life the first contracted White Dragons were leading, the adult White Dragons in the Hidden Forest all found masters for themselves.

The Undead Tribe has always cherished their animal companions because once gone, they’re truly gone forever… They would only sign contracts with animals they truly connected with, living together for so long was all thanks to a mutual bond.

The Undead Tribe would only let their animal companions out to play in places deemed fully secure, like the well-fortified Mil Forest, even for White Dragons.

Pressed into service for rescue while playing fetch with his partner, the ‘Old Age Striking King’ grudgingly went to help… Returning with a face full of schadenfreude.