Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1284: Chapter 1075: Snow Old Dog Ready to Flee at Any Moment

Shaer turned her head and glanced at Celene, but being someone known for frequently sabotaging her allies, she didn’t have the decency to reproach her infamous troublemaker sister.

She simply asked softly, ”Why didn’t you have your whale take the Undead Tribe with them? Your half-plane should be able to accommodate them, right?”

They all knew that the Undead Tribe’s ships could be released after reaching the other side of Snowfall Island, and Purwell’s speed was noticeably faster.

Hill chuckled, ”The Undead Tribe prefers this spectacle of a thousand ships setting sail, with the grand battle coming. There’s no need for me to meddle; if needed, they’ll seek help from Marsha.”

He didn’t intend to talk much with the Goddess of the Night... even though he wasn’t particularly concerned about revealing his true identity in front of William, for some reason, Hill was even less willing to let William know where he was from or who he really was.

Perhaps it was because he didn’t want William to know that Hill understood everything from the very beginning?

Anyway, for the sake of this minor vanity, Hill decided to explain the Undead Tribe’s actions according to the surface understanding, especially when facing the Goddess of the Night, who was clearly always chatting and meeting with William.

Hill actually understood that every time the Undead Tribe set sail with a ship, it was essentially a successful meeting point for their people to group up.

Especially with those grand families, even if everyone aboard was from their own family, just arranging the team members once aboard was enough to keep them busy for a while.

Moreover, during the voyage of the magic ship, the most crucial thing for them was to clearly arrange the duty roster... for instance, who would be the sacrificial pawn and who would be the one to pick off others.

The majority would not have memories; it was enough if they could remember to look at the duty roster to find their position.

Therefore, every second of the journey must be utilized... while everyone is in a fixed place, it’s imperative that the management responsible for coordination can ensure that every team knows their role and that each team leader knows who’s in their team and what their team’s goal is.

Even a team that has cooperated countless times before can still make mistakes, and generally, the task of the coordinators and team leaders is to reduce the frequency of these errors.

Hill never thought this was an easy task... in the games he used to play, even teams of dozens could turn into a spectacle, driving a normally competent leader into a rage, making them even misspeak.

Not to mention the Undead Tribe, whose families number in the thousands at least.

Tsk, tsk, just thinking about it gives me a headache.

Although a half-plane is also an enclosed continent... but in a place where you can play with mountains and waters, who would listen to the endless chatter of the person beside them?

Could even end up discussing with friends from other families about whose management is more troublesome!

This in turn would waste more time; it would be better to disperse and assemble, each returning to their own home to find their own... ah no, management.

Hill, although not planning to lend a hand, could at least refrain from adding to their troubles.

Shaer, even without knowing Hill’s whimsical thoughts, thought his ideas were spot on given her understanding of the Undead Tribe... the Undead Tribe enjoys grand battles with glory, and an all-out death is more worth celebrating than a silent victory.

So she quickly switched the topic: ”William is laughing at you. He says if you can let me and Celene sit on the floating castle, why do you feel you can’t handle those two dragons.”

Hill couldn’t help but laugh... Was Shaer unable to keep it a secret, and just decided to spill it directly?

He shook his head, ”How can that be the same? I’m willing to sit and communicate slowly with the two Lunar Goddesses, but with the dragons... there’s no common ground for communication at all!

At the very least, I absolutely can’t understand their furious pursuit of gold.

The vast difference in values is something that can’t be bridged by words.”

Celene suddenly realized, ”Wait a minute, Shaer, you’ve been in contact with that William? Where? In your Shadow Realm?

You didn’t connect the Shadow Realm to Teraxil, did you?”

”How could I?” Shaer almost rolled her eyes at her foolish sister... although she only side-eyed Celene, Hill could sense from the excessive whites of Shaer’s eyes that she was just holding back an undignified gesture.

”Toril isn’t suitable for William to come over.” Shaer straightened up and said very seriously, ”It’s in another world, where there is already William’s temple. There is also my moon, and from that moon, my Shadow Realm can be connected. It’s perfect for me.

Most importantly, there has always been a faith in the Lord of Darkness in that place, so I just have to take over, which is very simple.”

”Hmm?” Celene asked curiously, ”Only the moon representing the dark side?”

”The original Silvermoon and original Sun of that world have completely perished, even the Divine Crystals have merged with the earth.” Shaer said casually, ”If it weren’t for William leading the Undead Tribe over, that world would probably have been divided between the Abyss and Hell by now, right?”

Celene suddenly straightened her back, her eyes almost brimming with Golden Light.

”You can forget about it,” Shaer abruptly interrupted her sister’s fantasy. ”Every god in Teraxil has their own temple there, including Silvermoon and the Sun.”

Lansendel suddenly rolled over, sitting up seriously: ”You don’t seem to dislike that Teraxil’s Sun, huh? You treat him even more normally than you do me.”

”I naturally dislike you,” Shaer confronted the question from the Lord of Dawn, her usually misty purple eyes widening. She truly felt this guy was a bit off. ”You wouldn’t possibly plan to compare popularity with Amanata, would you?”

”Hmm... I thought you hated all the gods and people related to the Sun,” Lansendel said indifferently.

”No, I only hate those related to Toril’s Sun. What does another world have to do with me? I can even communicate normally with the primal fire of the Elemental Realm!” Shaer replied straightforwardly.

Celene had already learned to feign ignorance on related topics, switching the subject. She asked Hill with a big smile: ”Hill, little Hill, do you know which world Shaer is talking about?”

”Ah, Gerns, it’s no secret; Rose knows about it too.” Hill thought for a second and then directly answered, ”Back then, Coron specifically chose a few small worlds on the brink of decay for the Undead Tribe to train in, to test their abilities.

Gerns’ World Will is very resilient and resonated a bit with the Teraxil God System, so most of them lent a hand.”

”Rose?” Celene sincerely exclaimed, ”Although she... ah... is a bit dirty, it seems she can scrape something off every claw!”

Lansendel seemed to remember: ”Ah... one of the small worlds in the same group as Quince’s! I noticed it, but it was too peaceful for my interest.

But you said both Hell and the Abyss had been there, how could they let that world go? But as I see it, indeed, there’s no dark aura left!

Even the Abyssal Gate seems to have closed!”

”Probably because the Abyssal Gate and Hell’s Gate in Gerns are almost facing each other?” Hill said, a bit hesitantly. ”Originally, they were several thousand kilometers apart, with a huge battlefield between, where both sides had no qualms about coming out for a fight!

But after Gerns returned to normal... the World’s Will there moved slightly, and now the two gates are almost positioned to enter the other’s territory once opened.

Neither side seems to be able to tolerate that outcome.

So... both the Abyssal Gate and Hell’s Gate have been sealed off from their end.”

Shaer had already known, so she had no reaction, but Celene and Lansendel couldn’t help bursting into laughter after understanding Hill’s words.

Indeed, the Abyssal Gate and Hell’s Gate can convert, but no one can do so under the other’s eyes!

Celene thought for a long time before she regrettably said: ”What a pity, Toril doesn’t need such complications.”

Most importantly, AO wouldn’t let her do such a thing.

Toril’s Hell and Abyssal Gates can’t really be closed, or rather they don’t need to be... having a specific place is much better than believers opening them in secret without knowing where.

”Ah! Purwell has arrived.” Hill turned to look at the giant screen; the huge metal whale had already appeared in the Undead Tribe’s live broadcast.

It seemed Purwell had already brought in Arausato and the others.

The Undead Tribe on the other giant screen was also anxious. ’Old Age Striking King’ was frantically typing to ’Snow Cloud Peak’ under Elvia’s urging, asking when exactly they could make their move.

Logically, there have been more than one Dragon Balls popping up, and Snowfall Island should be more in the spotlight than Ambori now, right?

But ’Snow Cloud Peak’ still demanded they wait until the next day.

Elvia poked her massive head over ’Old Age Striking King’s top, squinting her eyes into slits, seriously examining the small tablet: ”Why?”

”It seems they’re saying they need an excuse to withdraw,” ’Old Age Striking King’ couldn’t quite understand, ”He seems to have some insider info, confirming Snowfall Island will eventually turn into a big mess.

Wasn’t he always wanting to strike the Kingdom of Anmur?”

”Taking action on Anmur and staying on Snowfall Island are two different things.” Edna suddenly spoke, ”The Dragon Balls and Giant Dragon golems on Snowfall Island are extremely valuable... even if the Giant Dragons sincerely want to destroy these things, someone will always try to snatch them away.

The Undead Tribe would surely choose to destroy the Golden Dragon, Silver Dragon, and White Dragon first. Since they’re friends, naturally, no one has objections, nor would dare to speak out.

Destroying a Dragon Ball requires a lot of Holy Energy and time. Although the divine artifacts in the hands of the Undead Tribe are strong, managing to purify three at once is already the limit.

And given the temper of Giant Dragons, it’s impossible for them to take out their divine artifacts in front of Tiamat and Bahamut; they’d surely gather around and use dragon fire to slowly incinerate them.”