Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Capítulo 1281: Chapter 1072: An Unexpected Divine Artifact

The first probing wave of the Undead Tribe died miserably.

They were almost wiped out even before climbing the cliff.

“Old Dog!” An undead suddenly rushed over, “Arausato said there are Dragon Balls inside! More than one!

They can’t fight anymore, there’s a White Dragon inside.

But he assures you, other dragons won’t come to snatch them!

The holder of the Dragon Ball is the enemy of all dragons, whether Metal or Chromatic, even Gem Dragons will seek to destroy it upon sight.

Arausato also said, considering our good relationship, he hopes we won’t let Toril people snatch the Dragon Balls.

If we think they’re too valuable to destroy, we can sell them to the Lord of Agleya… with Hill’s capabilities, he’s likely to buy for collection anyway.”

“Really… what a cunning old fox! Staying in Hidden Town for so long, how could he not know Hill’s character?” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ murmured, “How could Hill collect such disgusting things, he’ll definitely destroy them right after buying.

But can we do that?

If we really did that, can William still show his face in front of Hill?”

‘Mobi Chenxin’ patted his shoulder: “Don’t worry, even if Arausato didn’t say this, Dragon Balls are guaranteed to be mission items, only destroyable and cannot be traded.

William is not stupid; not all money is meant for us to earn.”

“Tch~” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ turned to ask the undead, “Did Arausato mention which races the other Dragon Balls belong to?

If there are Metal Dragons, then it’ll be lively!”

“Arausato said he only recognized hints of a Red Copper Dragon and a Bronze Dragon Dragon Ball! He’s seen them before, and can sense someone is using those Dragon Balls to spy around.” The undead quickly said, “But he suspects there must be a Golden Dragon Ball inside, otherwise it’s impossible to control so many types of Dragon Balls.”

“Ah… damn it!” A nearby Female Swordsman exclaimed, “I must have someone notify Terry.”

‘Snow Cloud Peak’ couldn’t help but scratch his head: “To have the guts to offend both Metal Dragons and Chromatic Dragons!

These vampires… hmm… seem like they’re not planning to stay on Snowfall Island.

This is a fight to the death; no matter who wins, they’re leaving, right?

Tsk tsk~

Interesting.

Looks like although they chose to stay here to resist those few who brought our Undead Tribe looking for trouble suspected to be from Mistra, it’s likely not out of the Vampire Duchess’s own will.

Oh oh~ Seems it’s not just me who’s interested in Anmur’s business~

Is this a test of our Undead Tribe’s combat capability?

The country dubbed as the strongest in the Sword Bay region for a century seems truly confident!

Not only daring to get involved in the Path of Destiny… do they think sending subordinates doesn’t count as representing the whole country?

They shouldn’t be that stupid, right?

Though being blood relatives of that fool Andreju… but considering our Teraxil, despite originating from Cortez, not everyone in the Saral Royal Family is an idiot!

I mean… nine out of ten are idiots, even if Anmur falls below Saral, there should be one or two Wise Ones, right?

Won’t they all die out?”

“What are you doing?” ‘Ink Brush Mortalworld’ finished his work and came back, interrupting ‘Snow Cloud Peak’s mumblings.

“Trying to see… whether my words are just jinxing, or… if I’m simply foresighted.” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ said with a serious expression, “If I’m wrong, the name Peregrine Falcon Dog can entirely be handed to the Elder!

After all, they have similar body proportions.”

“You are… really brave.” ‘Ink Brush Mortalworld’ widened his eyes, saying with admiration, “Next time, please choose another conversational partner, I’m already unlucky enough and don’t want to be implicated.”

“Old Dog, the other families who came with us have received rescue missions, they can proceed.” ‘Susu’ came over.

“Are you sure it’s an auxiliary mission that can share employment fees?” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ asked seriously.

“Yes.” ‘Susu’ nodded, “People are already beginning to gather at Agleya Port, what… do we do?”

“We’ve already earned the bulk, don’t be stingy with those experiences; better rush through two rounds, dying a bit more miserably and estimating it might trigger a regional rescue mission.” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ turned to look at the cliff, “The sooner we pull the people over, the better, otherwise I really suspect whether the Dragon Balls in those vampires’ hands might suddenly loop in some lost ancient…”

“Shut up!” ‘Susu’, usually warm and gentle, suddenly raised her voice, sternly shouting, “Are you complaining that our days are too comfortable?”

“But… these are all things that could happen…” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ said defiantly, “As the commander, I have to consider everything that might occur!

Even if the probability is only one in a thousand or one in ten thousand, I have to be prepared with preventive measures!”

“You can prepare, but don’t say it out loud.” ‘Susu’ sneered twice, “We will follow orders and won’t ask why you’re doing this.

You can be a know-it-all after the fact, but please don’t jinx it beforehand.

Even if it has to happen, we don’t want to hear it!”

She turned away in anger, her knee-length loose braids whipping through the air, sounding like a silver whip cracking right in front of Snow Old Dog’s eyes.

He tilted his head in a daze, thoughtfully asking ‘Ink Brush Mortalworld’, who was trying hard not to laugh: “Susu never used to braid her hair… so I must be right, they’re all planning to handle me the Qiuqiu way?”

“That’s quite normal, you talk, they whip their hair, everyone stays peaceful, no one fights.” ‘Ink Brush Mortalworld’ replied with a smile.

‘Snow Cloud Peak’ shot him a disdainful look: “What are you still doing here? Aren’t the remaining people on Black and White Path all going off to die?

Learn from Baldy, cherish those who can walk the flower road with you and those who can wade through muddy ponds with you.

He hasn’t always gone out independently, but after coming back, he turned from being long-winded to leading by example… Taking the crew to die is fine, but when others die, the enemy should be stepping over your body, otherwise why should they follow you?

Hiring good employees with money works, but don’t you want to avoid living like the Apocalyptic Boss?”

‘Ink Brush Mortalworld’s lips twitched slightly, but he eventually squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: “I… I’ll go over now.”

“You’re something else… Baldy tends to die first because he’s always playing close combat, right?” ‘Qiuqiu’ approached with a small box in hand, looking a bit peculiar, “He’s a summoner-type Space-Time Warlock, dying early only proves Black and White Path’s failure, right?

Unless it’s to protect a Priest, no family would see dying first in long-range combat as glorious.”

“Do you think Ink Brush is so dumb as to not pick up on that?” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ raised an eyebrow, “But if I say this, what more can he do?

In front of all potentially watching family members, earnestly tell me he’s of a different profession than Baldy? So he can’t lead the charge, lead the offensive?

Ugh~ If he really said that, I suspect the next time we meet, his family might have already renamed to Black and Red.”

‘Qiuqiu’s beautiful red eyes suddenly widened: “You know those words of yours have been broadcasted, right?”

“Since when am I afraid of people talking?” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ chuckled, “Open strategy doesn’t fear analysis… After all, no one can exactly say why I shouldn’t do it that way.

Whenever the entire army mobilizes, am I not always the first to die? It’s just that when I die, I don’t get back up.”

‘Qiuqiu’ pressed her sexy red lips into a straight line: “Our family doesn’t have many who want to go out and achieve glory on their own, probably because they’ve watched you too much, and all their ambition is thoroughly extinguished.”

“Did you come to me just to say these pointless things?” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ said unimpressed, “Speak up if there’s something to say, if not, go keep an eye on those women, don’t let them find loopholes to exploit.

Those chosen by Shards of Mistra’s Soul wouldn’t be fools; they’d learn to be cunning after being taught a few lessons, bringing more trouble then.

But that has nothing to do with us… Later comers since they’ve found better ones of them, can’t blame the ones before for giving them a chance to gain experience.

Do you understand what I mean?

No matter how they evolve in the future, don’t let them use Snowfall Island as training ground.”

‘Qiuqiu’ raised the small box in her hand: “These contents were left in the cabin by that unfortunate guy; I fear there’s a tracking device.

After all, we still have to put a question mark over whether she was kidnapped, right?”

‘Snow Cloud Peak’ glanced at her with an expression of ‘You have such a smart day?’ “Put it over the trash heap above the miscellaneous room.”

Then, before ‘Qiuqiu’ happily turned away, although he hesitated for a second, he eventually called to her joyful red-haired Female Mage: “Even though you’ve gotten a bit smarter, still not smart enough. Since even you thought it might be a false front, could we not see it?

Those women each have their own Divine Skills to become Deities.

So, leaving those things there was actually to see if there were any accomplices left in the cabin.”

‘Qiuqiu’s steps halted abruptly.

“Since you moved them, putting them back is meaningless, so I let you send them to the garbage room for recycling.” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ tried to comfort his family’s manager with his calmest tone, “But next time, think about your intelligence before taking action, also! Don’t reach so quickly, so far.

Though this time it’s my fault, I really didn’t expect you to have such a perceptive day, so I didn’t inform you beforehand, I’ll remember next time.

The most important thing is, now the position I’m in has activated an array that blocks outsiders, so you sharing something you consider secret isn’t an issue, but… you don’t seem to know this common knowledge.

So, in the future, remember to pay attention to the situation.”

Those Undead Tribe still left on the bow instantly retreated, terrified they’d suffer unwarranted calamity.