Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1279: Chapter 1070: Snow Old Dog, Peregrine Falcon Dog

’Old Age Striking King’ smirked, raising her chin: ”Him? Psh, never mind. You have to understand the clueless big eyes of a child.”

’Cunlü’ shook his head: ”Actually, Old Dog is pretty upright when it comes to dealing with people. Otherwise, the Magic Cult wouldn’t have lasted so many years.

Psh~ Nowadays, lust is a bone-scraping knife, and power is a piercing wind. If you can’t withstand them, you might just fade into dust.”

’Old Age Striking King’ didn’t deny this point. She just looked outside at the ’Perfect Baldy,’ who was exchanging banter with Ambori, ”But I can’t accept a leader like that, within three days, it’s either he dies, or he’s finished.

Baldies who are rough outside but meticulous inside, with Liu Liu cheering on the side, those I can accept.”

”Everyone has their path~” ’Cunlü’ said carelessly, ”Why bother with other people’s business!”

Compared to Snow Old Dog, she was actually more curious about another person... Edna curiously glanced at the Striking King... Though the Striking King’s husband rarely came to Toril, over the years, she had met him a few times.

That person felt a bit different from the impression left by the Undead Tribe... Obviously a person with a refined temperament, but extraordinarily serious and earnest, with a somewhat commanding tone, even though he tried hard to restrain that flavor in front of the Striking King, it still could be felt.

’Old Age Striking King’’s temperament was well-known; a single wrong word could lead to a fierce beating, a common occurrence, yet this tyrant of a woman never seemed to mind her husband’s slightly commanding tone.

Even though she didn’t always follow his words, she never got angry.

So Edna was never surprised that there were always Undead Tribe members trying to complain to the recognized ’Hero Who Fights Tigers’, hoping ’Old Age Striking King’ would restrain some of her wild actions.

Unfortunately, her husband liked to share these bits of news with his wife... Edna had seen them sitting on a bench, smiles on their faces, reading those complaint letters one by one, then categorizing them... The truthful ones were skimmed and discarded, the nonsense ones divided into being beaten twice, two months, or even two years.

The couple would even analyze what mindset those false accusers had to write such letters... After all, the Undead Tribe seemed to send these letters with real names, so there wasn’t really a need to search for the real culprits.

So far, it seemed only the lavish ’Young Master’ had managed to exploit a loophole, only to be exposed by Old Dog.

But Edna didn’t want to mention the Striking King’s husband in public... although she didn’t know why, it seemed that he didn’t like being noticed much.

She lowered her head and chuckled, ”They’re going to Snowfall Island early morning tomorrow, I wonder how the fight will go.”

”Unless that Vampire Duchess manages to get an artifact like the Seat of Sakoxiel, there’s no way she can win against us, right?” ’Old Age Striking King’ said indifferently.

”If she actually brings that out...” ’Cunlü’ suddenly started laughing, ”Tell me, would you instantly turn into a Peregrine Falcon Dog, just like Snow Old Dog?”

A crow’s mouth plus a dog would instantly become a Peregrine Falcon Dog?

Instantly recalling the ever-reluctant face of Quilin, the God of Peregrine Falcon Dogs, with his big, beautiful black eyes, Edna collapsed onto the sofa, stifling her laughter.

How could ’Cunlü’ come up with that!

She shook her head vigorously, trying to shake off that excessively fitting image from her mind... Edna really loved her Undead Tribe friends, she genuinely didn’t want their ties severed just because she laughed every time she saw them.

Though, describing Snow Old Dog using this creature was indeed fitting!

On the Black Rose’s big ship, a lot of people were busy looking down at their tablets, searching for images of Peregrine Falcon Dogs, so for the moment, there was no activity.

While on the Magic Cult’s big ship, ’Snow Cloud Peak’ had to welcome an unexpected guest.

The Double-headed Giant, who had been staying in the cabin of the black-haired female mages, approached them because of some recent mishap.

Nick Nack hadn’t intended for the Undead Tribe to rescue anyone, but he hoped they could bury an unfortunate female adventurer on a small island passing by.

If the Undead Tribe wasn’t interested in handling this, he just needed a bit of time... In the words of the Double-headed Giant, he had plenty of withered wood in hand to make a coffin for that unlucky person.

’Snow Cloud Peak’ looked at the earnest-faced Double-headed Giant, bewildered, ”Aren’t Druids supposed to favor natural burials?”

”That’s just rubbish made up by humans!” Nick Nack said with a note of depression, ”Burying a human corpse deeply at a place not only allows those who knew her to remember, but also brings a bit of cycle into nature.

But throwing it into the wilderness... and letting animals clean up?

What do animals know, if they’ve eaten human flesh, remember that taste, they’ll treat humans as food!

But... once animals that eat humans are found, humans will hunt them down like monsters.

Is it the animals’ fault? They just remember the taste of food according to their nature.

True Druids would never pursue some nonsense of leaving corpses to rot in the wild, letting nature digest them slowly.”

’Snow Cloud Peak’ blinked, ”Umm... Susu! Isn’t there an island two kilometers ahead? By the way, you didn’t throw that body into the water, right?”

”Not yet.” ’Susu’ said quietly from the door, ”It’s been put in the trash room by the utility room, luckily, it hasn’t been pushed in yet.

I’ve instructed the puppet to pull it out.”

’Snow Cloud Peak’ opened his mouth... how could he forget, the habits brought by Fran and Hill... No matter what the garbage is, in the end, it would be turned into waste residue with all sorts of tools.

Nick Nack’s two heads looked in different directions, sharply noticing the discomfort of the two Undead Tribe members: ”Is there a problem?”

”No problem!” ’Snow Cloud Peak’ said firmly, ”Please follow Susu to the utility room! Fortunately, we haven’t handled it with our methods yet!”

Watching the tall Double-headed Giant follow the petite silver-haired female mage out, ’Snow Cloud Peak’ turned to ’Ink Brush Mortalworld’: ”Ink Brush, send a notice to everyone... the corpses of Toril people, try not to let the puppets on our magic ships handle them.

In the future, follow the Double-headed Giant’s way, dig a big pit for enemies and bury them, give strangers a coffin.”

’Ink Brush Mortalworld’ asked with a bit of confusion, ”Is it really necessary to be this cautious?”

”Toril people seem to care a lot about their resting places after death.” ’Snow Cloud Peak’ mused, ”Before, we always ran into enemies, so digging pits and burning didn’t seem to matter to them... After all, no one wants their enemy to come back as Undead.

Though our actions are a bit extreme, wiping things out, no one can really criticize us.

But in the future...”

He suddenly smiled slightly, ”What do you think, if that woman with Mystra fragments suddenly played a hand of undead comeback, would Kranvo and Midnight go crazy when they found out?”

The atmosphere on the Black Rose’s big ship was lively, and those who found out what Peregrine Falcon Dogs looked like couldn’t help but show a knowing smile at the sight of Snow Old Dog on their tablets, and at ’Old Age Striking King’ who seemed pissed off, chasing ’Cunlü’ around madly.

Yet Edna couldn’t laugh... She stared intently at the grinning image of Snow Old Dog on the tablet... If this guy truly had a crow’s mouth to this extent, then after returning to the Divine Kingdom, she definitely needed to send a Peregrine Falcon Dog pup as a keepsake for this Undead Tribe friend!

”There does seem to be such a possibility, right? Shaer.” The floating castle’s Celene widened her eyes, turned to ask her more knowledgeable sister.

”Ah...” Shaer opened her mouth a bit, speaking with some difficulty, ”You see... if he hadn’t thought of this beforehand, now he should have thought of it.”

”Hmm?” Celene tilted her head.

Having understood, Hill scooped a large spoonful of ice cream, stuffing his mouth full, fearing he might accidentally speak out... Thanking Snow Old Dog for providing AO with a valuable idea.

To AO, as long as it made Jacob’s days in the Hell harder, he would absolutely do it.

Though during the Tablets of Fate event, he did benefit a lot, Jacob decisively exploited that bit of derived rules, thrown into the Styx using Cyric and Bane.

Then surprisingly handed over the more pure Death Laws to the upright Kranvo.

That time, they didn’t really see a definitive win or lose; let’s say AO won slightly, but Jacob didn’t lose outright either.

Enjoying the mango aroma, Hill pondered with interest: Last time, Jacob managed to hold Kranvo, making him only rain thunder over Deepwater City for a night; this time, could he do it again?