Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1341: Chapter 1131: The Mysterious Visitor with an Unknown Identity

Anxiously, the ’Perfect Bald’ glanced at the Boar Knights charging towards the city gate just blasted open by the Mage Corps, worried he might fall into a pit, and continued commanding the remaining troops: ”Those without city-entry tasks, surround the city!

Ensure that not even a fly escapes your sight within half a month!

Earth Mages, start sealing off the surrounding Underworld! Especially near the big lake! Turn everything within ten meters underground into blue oak stone!

I did send you 20 sets of Great Blue, so don’t let me see you suddenly trying to save money!

’Sui Chen’! You lead the Knight Corps to escort the Ice Mage Corps over to freeze the lake within 100 meters!

I’m telling you! I didn’t bring my own team today, just to patrol randomly... If I catch any of you saving on these small potions, I’ll plaster you on the global bulletin to show the world what it means to be frugal!

Especially those guys who have VIP cards from Hill’s Mini Shop! Don’t make me calculate things like two bottles every thirty minutes being more economical than one bottle every ten minutes!”

’Perfect Bald’ harshly scolded the unconcerned mages in front of him.

As a knight with a straightforward personality, Baldy could never understand why these people bothered to consider that using a Mana Bar until it’s one-fifth gone and then replenishing it maximizes potion savings... It’s not some ancient keyboard game where a bag can only hold a few items, needing to conserve space!

Since bags can hold twigs, dirt, and stones now, what is there to calculate when the cooldown ends, and they can just drink a potion?

How much can the price of hundreds of mana potions add up to? It can’t compare to buying jewelry or other items from Hill Shop, right? Not to mention there are a few with fifty-million accounts here!

Fine, let’s assume they don’t like spending money on official business... This time, he was particularly generous with various potions when arriving at the cliff, so don’t even talk to him about what’s economical or not... Humph~

He’ll gather the family’s White Dragons and discuss with them daily what is the correct value system.

Either they’ll learn to quote prices at first sight like the White Dragons or... don’t tell him ’a crude knight doesn’t understand a mage’s joy.’

It’s all nonsense! Don’t give him a chance to show them what crude means!

Feeling the Clan Leader’s cold, stern gaze, the members of the Black Rose family, who usually love freedom, look at each other and decide to behave... Though Baldy is usually easygoing, when really angered, his scolding... much worse than Old Dog’s sharp sarcasm, can be quite unbearable, even cursing eight generations of ancestors hurts a lot.

The key is his speech is particularly fast, sometimes they can’t even understand what he’s scolding... which is quite annoying.

After all, everyone has curiosity, some still want to translate exactly what that guy is scolding even knowing they’re looking for trouble.

Black Rose family members surged along the main city gate like two torrents, splitting to both sides... In the middle are the magic-based professions, while the knights in heavy armor wielding great shields flank both sides.

Whether from the surrounding swamp or atop the city walls, there’s no way to directly harm the mages and priests inside.

Let alone, swordsmen and warriors are already shouting ’Drop your weapons! Kneel!’ while rushing onto the city walls.

After their shout, they loudly count down for three seconds... Afterwards, for any standing guards who daze or intend to resist, there’s no chance of survival.

”Baldy!” ’Chattering’ in charge of aerial surveillance shouted: ”There are Marla’s people!

An Baba saw a guy with a bear head attire, wearing brown forest décor, and donned a flamboyant cloak, couldn’t help but make a sarcastic comment... Mainly asked, whether he now calls ’My Lord Marla’ or ’My Lord Sebek.’

The opposition immediately exploded, now doing big moves... Quite fierce.”

”Who’s Marla’s member? Master Hunter or Lord of Beasts?” ’Perfect Bald’ with unchanged expression asked... The first noteworthy enemy that appeared was Marla’s subordinate, which he had already anticipated.

Wherever there are beasts, generally there are these guys... Especially so in swamps.

’An Baba’ did hit a sore spot: Marla devotees found near swamps, mostly came to follow after he merged Sebek.

Now, Sebek and Marla face direct conflicts, how to align... Evil Forces have no neutrality... potentially lethal to these cold-blooded creatures!

No wonder he came into the city, probably just probing to gather news on Ningbrol Island... There, people involved are either the Undead Tribe or floating above!

Even though Harpist messages are well-informed, those from Agleya City likely heard lots, but Anmur probably learns nothing.

Since Kelben’s death, the intelligence network founded at the junction between Evil and Good directly collapsed... Whether it’s his niece or Laila, they are more inclined towards the Harpists.

Presently, perhaps Ferun Great Land’s information is at its most stagnant period... The Weave can’t be used, middle forces also are down.

He just happened to stay amidst the undead-hated Anmur, likely being extremely agitated, no wonder snapping easily.

Of course, Perfect Bald understands why ’Chattering’ opted to directly state results rather than retell that ’Dad’s original words.

Any proper person, even repeating a general idea, probably would stutter.

’Chattering’ watching the completely unhurried ’Perfect Bald’ couldn’t help scratching his head: ”I think An Baba and them might be unlucky, they’ve already hidden the boars smeared in the mud pond.

Anyway, useless against that guy, he’s quite adapted to such smell and environment.

Ah... right, without an animal companion, carrying Claws of Marla, all the daggers on him are poisoned, probably a Master Hunter.

Even though those two guys have a stinky mouth, isn’t wiping out the party a bit too much?”

”Ha~” ’Perfect Bald’ looked up at him and turned his head to shout, ”Heavenly Net! Take your people and go rescue them!

Seize the moment while their dog brains still remember the gratitude for saving lives, try to control the situation.

Remember, if they’re causing trouble at an inopportune time, make sure to hold them back!

Old Dog won’t completely screw us over, but he won’t let us off easily either.”

”Got it.” ’Universal Sky Net’ scratched his head, ”I’ll keep Alignment Detection on all the time, just grab the ones with the green halo?”

”Anmur, there are always followers of the God of Suffering around, it’s best to avoid them.” ’Chattering’ interjected, ”Our biggest advantage over the Magic Cult is our good relations with the Righteous Knights.

Others don’t have this opportunity... The Righteous Knights are generally a bit distant toward the Undead Tribe.

They are cooperating with the Undead Tribe now, not because of William, but because of Hill.”

”Hmm...” ’Perfect Bald’ pointed at ’Universal Sky Net’: ”Followers of the God of Suffering... their style is somewhat incompatible with ours, I think you understand... for others to suffer is definitely not something kids can relate to.

Forget it, what good does it do me to tell you all this.

Anyway, once you see someone with gray all over and gray tear tattoos under their eyes, quickly pull the two ’Dads’ away.

I’d rather truly call them Dad than have my Badge of Justice revoked.

Hurry up!”

Watching the knights from ’Universal Sky Net’s’ crew rush off, ’Perfect Bald’ couldn’t help but grab his ponytail with both hands: ”When they’re fighting Marla devotees, Ilmarte’s people surely won’t react, right?

I remember even though the God of Suffering is a good old person, he’s pretty ruthless when fighting.”

”The Three Gods of Justice may be compassionate but they definitely won’t be lenient.” A voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

’Perfect Bald’ jumped instantly... wasn’t there a sheer cliff behind him?

A pale head extended from between the rocks: ”Teraxil Elves, right?

Can you tell this curious me, how you ended up fighting Anmur to this extent?”

”Who are you?” ’Perfect Bald’ said with an angry face, ”Trying to scare me to death to inherit my little carriage?

You must be out of your mind!”

The Old Mage slowly emerging from the cliff originally had the look of an otherworldly sage: long white hair, long white beard, gently drifting in the breeze.

Wearing a pristine white robe, holding a Staff of the Archmage: the metal wrapped around the top of the wand glowed brightly, anyone with keen eyes could recognize the mithril alloy.

However, despite having thought about many ways to engage with the Undead Tribe, he had not foreseen ’Perfect Bald’s’ reaction.

After all, the carriage underneath that little black-robed loli’s feet... should actually be the carriage cage of his white dragon companion’s claws.

It’s indeed valuable... after all, it can fit thousands of people as a space equipment.

But from the way Bald kept jumping around on it, this thing seemed nowhere near the value he claimed.

The Old Mage knew early on that the Undead Tribe was a bit challenging to interact with but could not help but feel bewildered in the wind.

’Perfect Bald’ waved his hand behind his back, tilted his head, and looked at the Old Mage with innocence: ”What’s wrong?

Why not announce your name?

Isn’t the most crazy mage in Toril Halaster? He even remembers his name!”

”Ohm.” Archmage said calmly, ”Just call me Ohm.”

’Perfect Bald’ widened his eyes slightly and eventually gave a cute smile: ”If I didn’t know Elminster isn’t in Toril, I’d have thought he jumped down from outer space!”

”It’s not just him who has the surname Ohm.” The Old Mage gave a slight smile, ”Although Ascalanta is a small country, it’s at the edge of the Supreme Forest, and there are quite a few mages born from royalty.”

”Ah~ right, next to Naesreiel!” ’Perfect Bald’ said with sudden understanding.

The Old Mage looked calmly at him for a couple of seconds and slowly floated opposite him: ”That’s... far away.”