Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1343: Chapter 1133: Baldy’s Fury

’Snow Cloud Peak’ actually quite enjoys the current situation... The main quest is right there, it’s just a matter of whether he can find it or not.

No matter what others think, this feeling of having to stimulate every nerve and pay attention to every detail to find clues in a tangled mess makes him... once again, blood boiling.

He looked with satisfaction at the image of the old man on the screen, and lightly instructed the female priest ’Susu’ standing aside: ”Tell Xiao Liuliu, that old man must have some connection with that Lord of Beasts’ Master Hunter... Otherwise, he wouldn’t suddenly appear.

Such an old fellow, if he’s unrelated, just wanting to get involved with us, he usually prefers to show up afterward.

How could he run out halfway through a fight to show his face?

For now, don’t worry about who he is, anyway he’s definitely the enemy.

Hmm... Tell their people to get ready, no matter how much time is dragged on ahead, in the end, it can be taken down in one wave.

It’s a bit difficult, but Black Rose can definitely do it... As long as they are unwilling to use their own animal companions, the final critical hit is always guaranteed.”

Other families’ animal companions are not like Black Rose, able to create racial resonance... It must ensure that there are at least 10,000 magical beasts with the same bloodline.

Then can increase proportionally according to the quantity.

Even someone with as many informants as him, cannot figure out exactly how many wild boars Black Rose has.

Don’t look at how many went outside Agleya City last time, but ’Snow Cloud Peak’ still understands, there would definitely be a large group of clean freaks, even if they closed off their sense of smell, they resolutely refused to join that battle.

Therefore, he thought for a long time, even if there was no White Dragon to take people across Anmur Kingdom, he ultimately could only deploy Black Rose... In that case, he has to provide subsidies to all the family members participating in the action, and it cannot be less.

Counting money by the hour is Baldy’s deep love for him.

Thank Black Rose for having a group of White Dragons charging freight... Even though his arithmetic is not very good, he can still figure out which is more money-burning!

’Perfect Bald’ was getting a bit annoyed chatting with Archmage Oma... Why does he have to discuss the difference between elf style and noble style with this old guy?

Isn’t this supposed to be the subject he should explore sitting together with dear Liu Liu?

What gives the old man in a pure white outfit the audacity to talk about fashion?

Is it because his clothes have no dust?

But ’Xiao Liuliu’ over there not only showed no signs of movement but hasn’t even sent someone to break the ice, yet personnel movements are continuous.

This made Baldy understand, the person before him is not only an enemy, but very likely an enemy who will suddenly attack.

He struggled to suppress the urge to sigh, in the past few battles ahead, his experience bar just barely grew a little bit!

Though he had long been prepared for the fact that all this was in vain... After all, it’s a national war, and the knights charging forward will eventually fall.

It was unexpected gain initially, so losing it... still hurts!

It was the experience he earned painstakingly cursing for days and nights!

Who’s going to compensate for all the endless lotuses he sprayed?

Damn old man!

Once the fight starts, he must show this Oma what a verbal war means!

The undead tribe on either side of ’Perfect Bald’ kept moving around... Oma didn’t care much, he even very friendly gave a smile to those undead tribe members... presumably thinking they’re all here to see him.

Of course, he also slightly noticed whether the undead tribe is planning a ’first strike advantage’, but he quickly let go of vigilance, seeing these people’s attitude is very casual, their hands didn’t even hold weapons, various professions are mixed together, it’s impossible to conduct a joint attack... not at all posing a threat to him.

No matter the attitude of the undead tribe towards him, at least there’s no intention to start a direct fight.

Although with Oma’s capability, he wouldn’t fear an unexpected attack from this group of undead tribe, but... even he, couldn’t accomplish wiping out tens of thousands of high-level professionals in one go.

Not completely impossible, but doing that, what’s the point of hiding his identity? Just go ahead and kill isn’t it?

Not to mention, this group of undead tribe has more members distributed on both city sides, Oma couldn’t guarantee what he can achieve.

After all, this body is still incomparable to a true avatar reincarnation.

Oma, who’s not very knowledgeable about the undead tribe, entirely didn’t understand where he went wrong.

Initially, those standing nearby were all clerics and support-class mages... just the undead tribe priests are always flamboyant, unless they use skills, no one can distinguish which deity’s family member they belong to.

But those standing at the rear, generally are best at escaping... those who somehow managed to escape the battle area by relying on the Slipaway Technique learned from who knows where after the entire army was wiped out.

Though everyone curses this group for probably hiding in the back, taking advantage of the situation, there’s no family lacking such people.

The clan leaders understand best the difference between being dragged up and the pain of running with a corpse... Never mind a few times, once it’s more than twice, countless corpses remain unmoving on the ground.

Once these ’lifelines’ are replaced, the newcomers are not only dressed exquisitely but wear luxurious clothing, with several even donning full-body Ruby Glass Steel Elf armor... That thing is unbelievably expensive; the Mithril Elves of Hidden Town were almost frightened into thinking an Elf Deity had descended the first time they saw it.

Not to mention the Elven City Guards of Agleya... It was the first time the entire NPC army had come out to witness the spectacle of the Undead Tribe.

What a pity... they’re all just showpieces.

There’s nothing to be done; in any game, newbies—these things—always have the flashiest equipment... Of course, some might be lifelong newbies.

Anyway, they all love to make an effort on their appearance, maybe thinking that the shining armor makes their near-death appearance more eye-catching?

Feeling the attention of those undead on him, Master Oma spoke more precisely when conversing with the leader of the undead tribe before him, and couldn’t help but straighten his withered body even more... He felt this was the higher-ups of the Undead showing him importance.

He understood well; even if they knew he wasn’t Elminster, in Toril, any Archmage daring to use Oma as an alias must be one who could confront Elminster head-on.

The Undead Tribe must be curious about him, hehe~ Perhaps they’re all guessing who he really is, which is why so many elf nobles are here!

If that’s the case... that subordinate of Marla’s should have a chance to escape, right?

As long as he learns a bit of the escape arts from their Main God’s hands... A blockade of Eighth Order Knights of just tens of thousands won’t be that troublesome, right?

Especially Anmur, wasn’t it said they even killed who was supposed to be the Chosen of Shantia?

If it’s possible, Oma still doesn’t want to directly clash with the Undead Tribe.

Even though he didn’t know much about these otherworldly elves, as the people of Deepwater City scattered to the farthest corners of the continent, those in the know were aware they always broadcast images when they went out.

Although he didn’t know who kept watching... at least the Elf Deity System, Shaer, and Celene must be watching.

Those few could be discounted; even if they guessed who he was, it didn’t matter, as they don’t get along with Mystra, possibly eager to see her make a fool of herself.

The key ones are Tyr and Lansendel!

These two, one might expose his secrets directly, considering past grudges.

The other... for the sake of fun, who knows what he might do?

Oma still hoped to maintain the current situation... Even if everyone knew he was up to something, at least he’d never been caught in the act before.

’Perfect Bald’ is somewhat confused; why hasn’t this old fool acted yet?

Could he really want to waste his breath on him for another three days and nights?

Arguing with Ambori was at least fun, but chatting with this old codger amounts to what?

Unable to suppress his irritation any longer, he swiftly switched topics: ”By the way, aren’t you a mage from Anmur? So... could you be from Harua?

Yes, several families in Anmur did take away three backup Mystra; you must be worried about losing your Mage Holy Land status, right?

No need to worry about that... We sent the rest to the Border Kingdom, and they might have been picked up by your Haruans by now.

If you head back quickly, you might even snag one for your Magic Tower!”

Oma was stunned for nearly a minute before speaking slowly: ”I... do have some connection to Harua, but I’m not from Mystra’s holy land.

Besides, didn’t you forget?

That more likely Manks did come from Harua.”

”That guy... wasn’t he the fake Harua made to mess with Kelben?” ’Perfect Bald’ quickly interjected: ”Tch tch, followers of Cyric on the left, followers of Bane and Rose on the right, who believes she’s Mystra!

Even if that lady really wanted to reincarnate, she’d likely choose a man instead of Manks!

Well~ didn’t Kelben die like you all wanted, turning to dust?

Why keep pretending?

Right, Master Oma!”

Oma was at a loss for words... He didn’t really want to speak for Harua, even quite willing for the Undead to pin Kelben’s death on Harua.

But if he wanted to keep this Avatar Incarnation, he couldn’t just... Damn it, what does this undead mean?

Oma looked lightly at the Little Loli before him... What exactly did he want to find out from him?