Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1389: Chapter 1179: Unknown Foes from the Sea

The ’Young Master’ tilted his head, sitting beside the ship’s bow... which was a giant Embroidered Crab with claws transformed into musical notes.

The vibrant pattern behind the crab’s menacing claws, when stared at for long enough, would reveal the family crest of Wenjian.

While it was certainly artistic, most of the Undead Tribe, outside of the Wenjian World Youth Journey family, didn’t appreciate such flamboyant art.

Especially the crab’s expression... it was truly a rare sight, full of arrogance and bravado.

When ’Young Master’ named the Wenjian flagship ’The Overbearing General Ship’, if he hadn’t insisted that animal companions could also vote, even with the largest number of chuunibyou teenagers in the family, he might have lost... It was said he only won by a few thousand votes.

If the Embroidered Crabs hadn’t collectively sided with the ’Young Master’, he would’ve been doomed.

This left most Wenjian members secretly resentful, yet powerless... ’Young Master’ was adept at playing clever tricks, mentioning the voting in front of so many animal companions!

No one was willing to hurt their friends’ pride over such a trivial matter... even if they didn’t care, once it’s raised openly, who could object?

Even those without animal companions couldn’t say a word; there were indeed many solitary gamers, but how could they join the family!

He turned to ask his secretary: ”What are those Doomsday folks up to? Did Old Dog give them any tasks?”

”I just can’t figure out what task could only be done by them?”

”Are you sure you want to analyze Old Dog’s thoughts?” His secretary smiled helplessly, ”Except for blockading the bay, we haven’t been involved in anything else!

Analyzing what a notoriously unpredictable person is thinking with so little information... sorry, I can’t do that.”

”Hmm... no need for that then, if I had to think, why come here?” ’Young Master’ draped his small body over the ship’s bow figurehead, looking melancholic, ”I’m just not used to cooperation with that Grand Eunuch.”

”Hmm?”

”Old Dog won’t let me go to the lake side, saying the matters at the sea are more crucial... how strange~

Who else is left in Toril’s ocean forces?

Surely not Ambori?

No... No!

If even she can wash clean and become a schemer, I’ll die~ definitely die~”

Watching the Clan Leader extend his arms, clutching the crab’s legs, singing nonsensical tunes, the secretary felt his temples might burst.

”Snow Cloud Peak! What job has it arranged for us at Wenjian?

How do you know, and what about Ambori?”

”Uhh... didn’t you know?”

”Is there something I should know, but you forgot to tell me?”

”Ah... When Elder sent me the message, did I forget to tell you?” The Young Master whispered, ”Old Dog sent Lu Tai to pacify Ambori... it’s said that the feisty Queen was quite amiable with him, even sharing some secret ocean news with him!

So it’s not surprising Old Dog suspects oceanic enemies, just couldn’t figure out who, a bit confused.”

”Regardless of who, we might need to temporarily cooperate with Doomsday, right?” The secretary pondered a moment, then immediately caught the crucial point in his clan leader’s words.

”Yes... so I’m... so very depressed~ Old Dog doesn’t love me anymore~ his heart~ has flown to a sinister and mean Grand Eunuch~”

”Please change your tune, Figaro’s Wedding might cause many to question the relationship between you and Old Dog.

If you lack such special fondness, then perhaps Seville Barber would suit better.

Honestly, the girls peeking in the cabin might already be singing Carmen for you!” The secretary quickly picked up his tablet to communicate with other executives... the so-called executives of Wenjian are essentially the heads of various schools here, though they act together on major events, they mostly operate independently.

The past years between Doomsday and Wenjian, there’s no longer any need to mention the enmity between ’Young Master’ and ’Lu Huayu’; too tangled, not quite life-and-death foes, but almost.

If true cooperation is necessary, communicating with others is a must.

Damn ’Young Master’!

This guy never focuses on the real priorities.

If he hadn’t reacted swiftly, perhaps several of Doomsday’s ships would have been sunk by Wenjian’s firepower before seeing an enemy.

’Young Master’ was always shameless, stubbornly claiming he forgot, what can anyone do with him?

Yet his exemplary secretary career was blemished! He absolutely refuses.

’Young Master’ slightly lifted his head from his arm, revealing half of his small face: ”So, when will you agree to be my deputy commander?

My orchestra is very strong~

If you perform well, I can even share dividends with you in the future!”

The secretary didn’t look up, resolute: ”The pie isn’t enticing enough.

I’d rather endure starting as an assistant conductor at the municipal symphony!”

Outside the dimensional space of Lake Luo, ’Snow Cloud Peak’ suddenly sighed softly.

Standing to one side, ’Qiuqiu’ looked up indifferently, ”Do I need to cooperate with you and ask the lord why he sighed?”

”Eh? Why are you here?” ’Snow Cloud Peak’ asked with an exaggerated expression.

”Drew lots, lost.” ’Qiuqiu’ crisply spat out the two words.

”Hmm?” ’Snow Cloud Peak’ was genuinely confused this time, ”Is this how you’re treating me now?”

”What else would you expect?” ’Qiuqiu’ sneered.

”Ah...” ’Snow Cloud Peak’ turned his head forward, ”I also wonder what the young master will do.

Although I hope he arranges the cooperation between Wenjian and Doomsday properly, if not... that’s actually fine too!”

”Why must you make those two families cooperate?” ’Qiuqiu’ couldn’t contain his impatience any longer.

”No choice, Ambori needs the Road Eunuch there~” ’Snow Cloud Peak’ said with a smile, ”You see, whoever is sent to entertain that lady, things would get messed up, right?”

”What use does Ambori have?”

”What else can be done? Agleya isn’t here.” ’Snow Cloud Peak’ said sharply, ”Moreover, even if she were, Hill wouldn’t let his cute and beautiful daughter get involved with the mess in Toril.

Besides, there are no followers of Agleya in Chult; the divine authority over the ocean still belongs to Ambori!

The future of Agleya City wouldn’t want a new Ocean God emerging.

So, Ambori cannot be abolished completely!

Now Talos is completely gone, Ambori needs a new protector... and who else could be more suitable than the faint divine power Hydra, likely to become the Lord of Chult, aboard the Wenjian Ship?

He may not have the ability to suppress everyone, but his master is not someone others dare offend.”

”Would Shaer... be willing to accept Ambori?”

”What kind of nonsense are you talking?” ’Snow Cloud Peak’ was astonished, ”Have you forgotten who the cameraman of Flame Peak is?”

He still had some rationality left, holding back the words that were about to spill... even Aishdo doesn’t mind being face-to-face, just taking a Lesser God’s Lesser God is a piece of cake, isn’t it?

However, all those beatings over the years suddenly resurfaced... the Old Dog wisely kept his mouth shut.

”Then... would Ambori be willing?” ’Qiuqiu’ blinked, finally realizing what the Old Dog feared, and followed by changing the subject.

”Ha~” ’Snow Cloud Peak’ laughed, raising an eyebrow, ”We are waiting for the big snake to crash through the wall, as are others~

Not wanting to lose their lives, Ambori will know how to choose.

If they feel embarrassed... isn’t that what the Road Eunuch is for! Isn’t he the best at paving a flowery path for those awkward people who can’t find an exit?”

He turned to glance at the coast where the ’young master’ was, saying with a hint of regret in his tone, ”If only those sea turtles in Toril had been willing to sign a contract with us back then.

What a pity... that would’ve been the perfect shield.

Embroidered Crab is strong, but... can’t be thrown out as bait.

Defense around the island like this is a bit too obvious, I’m really worried that those guys won’t dare to come.”

”Who?” ’Qiuqiu’ asked impatiently, ”Why have you been so secretive these past two days? Is it because there’s no one around to knock on your head, so you’ve let yourself go?”

”Ah...” ’Snow Cloud Peak’ chuckled, ”Look at me, an ice mage squatting by a volcano, it’s such a bother~

The heat is making me restless, and I don’t feel like saying anything~”

’Qiuqiu’ gave a puzzled look at the ranting Snow Old Dog, then looked up at the group of Archmages still bustling around the Flame Mountain Range... fearing they would overhear, it’s still related to Edna?

Then it’s best for her to keep silent.

The Witch from Dimensional Space didn’t last half an hour, and neither did their Earl lord appear.

They could only break through the sturdy little house to confront the enemy, and to show their respect for the Undead Tribe, the witches didn’t even use spells to disguise their appearances.

Therefore, the Undead Tribe very ’happily’ witnessed the true destructive power of a Witch gathering:

In the Fantasy World, there is never a shortage of Old Witches, but Toril hosts some particularly classic ones.

Tattered evening gowns, hair sparse like straw fluttering in the wind, shabby clothes barely covering their dried, shriveled, pitch-black tiny bodies, all blatantly declaring to everyone... what is a witch, what is a classic enduring forever.

”Don’t take us so seriously!” A high-pitched man’s voice confirmed some people’s regrets, ”We want to see another kind though!”

Unfortunately, as for the witches, the Undead Tribe, a race that cannot absorb spiritual energy, isn’t worth them spending magical power.

They formed formations... groups of three, uniting into one.

It looked quite beautiful like a plum blossom formation, but it’s a shame you couldn’t see it closely.

Although laments could be heard everywhere from the men, the priest community of the Undead Tribe fell into a happy atmosphere.

They remembered what the Old Dog had said: once these old witches come out, it’s okay to fight slowly.

This is the greatest help to Edna.