Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1630: Chapter 208: Why Is No One Causing Trouble?

Perhaps it was ’Young Master’s reprisal against Doomsday indeed, taking a swing at it, or maybe he genuinely had a sense of justice, or possibly because when this news reached his ears, the Proud Sky Alliance’s well-informed girls already knew about it... In any case, ’Lu Huayu’ and the Last-Era Clan swaggeringly attracted three or four hundred sharks before the third batch of undead arrived in the evening.

These sharks wrapped in Endless Vines unable to move did not choose to struggle desperately when food was thrown... using up their Triton with no further attention given to these mindless believers.

Meanwhile, the sea turned chaotic due to the indiscriminate scattering of rotting flesh by the previous Goddess of the Sea... Though sharks aren’t averse to eating rotten food, constantly consuming it made even them a bit disgusted.

Triton obviously forced those giant sea beasts in the ocean who haven’t taken sides yet to choose a stand.

Thus, although the Moon Clan started appearing on every small island, they were only killing those rotten fish of various sizes near the island chain, while the Scaret People merely cleaned up outside their own gates without venturing further.

Even the usual patrols in the open sea were halted.

Although ’Snow Cloud Peak’ felt Triton’s mind had some issues... charity requires technique.

Forcing it like this, damn, the Poseidon Pantheon is always betrayed, frequently encountering big shots who turn back and beat the Main God.

A forced surrender, even if it allows survival or maintains sanity, won’t make any sea beast truly grateful to him!

Clearly, when Aesces communicated with Triton, mentioning the undead would carry the sight of deities from other worlds and may even bring about the descent of a deity... Why doesn’t Triton feel the crisis from these words?

Is this the thought process of the Poseidon Pantheon?

Never solving crises in advance, just deal with them when they occur?

Like the Lady of Pain at that time... Ah, since arriving at Aesces, even though the Mark City outside the world is so mighty, echoing everywhere, the undead have no fear of her at all!

No way, a fool, however strong, is seen as bully-able by most people.

Ah... seemingly understandable why Poseidon always ends up the clown in Greek mythology!

Anyway, the current situation is that with the fortress of the Youth Journey of the Wenjian World silent, the Last-Era Clan even saves money on raising sharks.

Many undead happily ran to the long embankment tossing fresh fish and meat to feed these silly sharks of different sizes and appearances, both ugly and handsome.

From dusk till the moon rises high, before dawn breaks, some smaller, more mild-natured sharks even transitioned from red names to yellow names... They felt life here was delightful, even those fellows identified as enemies by the Sea God were quite nice.

Of course, the Sea God is incredibly powerful, but staying well-fed and hydrated is more important than anything; faith filled with fear is even less worth the sharks recalling.

The sharks’ overly docile behavior invited even individuals from Wenjian, cloaked and hooded, hiding their names, joining the bustling crowd.

Though everyone could guess they were from Wenjian... but which specific person, no one could tell precisely.

’Young Master’s overall attack lacked any intimidation, yet the individual curse was somewhat potent due to years of communication with people from Black Rose.

At the break of dawn, white light in the command hall shot straight into the sky, overshadowing even the brilliant Light of Dawn.

Cain Valley, as one of the undead tribe’s main bases, also welcomed around ten thousand undead.

’Snow Cloud Peak,’ along with the management of all the families, stood on the stairs smilingly watching the figures slowly emerging in the white light.

However, due to Cain Valley being registered as a faction exclusive land on the undead side, the ten thousand arriving were all members of the Proud Sky Alliance and the Last-Era Clan.

Although several PVE clans following Proud Sky Alliance indeed had permission to settle in Cain Valley, lacking the signature in the contract with Lind Kane meant they could only choose the nearest cities to land and then run over by themselves.

Even members of Proud Sky Alliance and Doomsday, though some unfortunate ones didn’t draw direct pass tickets, the fact that everyone in Black and White Path chose cities near the desert meant that not many missed out on the 10,000 quota... Saying this, it seems these people’s luck is rather mystical; not necessarily truly bad... after all, they deliberately drew the side with low probability.

In the white light, people continuously appeared and then directly exited the hall, reporting at the gathering area marked with family emblems outside the barracks, with clan leaders’ tablets constantly ringing.

Their main task was to contact the pre-arranged team leaders... The team leaders filled their groups with people, then recorded each person’s name and profession, whether they changed names, who they previously were, etc., and handed it to the clan leaders, who then cross-referenced the new member lists with what the team leaders submitted, making sheets.

Finally, have the team leader who was already familiar with Cain Valley’s circumstances take his team to the exclusive leveling ground.

And the family management was responsible for checking these sheets and then contacting other cities’ managers, confirming if there were any mistakes... For instance, why someone staying in another city inexplicably appears on the local list.

Normally, there shouldn’t be issues... But in games, anything abnormal can happen.

Contrarily, there’s little hassle at the leveling grounds, being among comrades is nice, no need to fight for resources, everything pre-arranged.

Even though these people can only officially join the battle after reaching level 5, the Clan Leaders, amidst the chaos, all wore expressions of happiness on their faces... well, it’s just a matter of waiting one more day.

These naturally combative PVP Clan Leaders have long wanted to set out to those island chains for another round of raids.

While it’s indeed fun to outsmart and outfight monsters and NPCs, the intrinsic nature of PVP is still all about cutting down opponents.

Standing behind ’Snow Cloud Peak’ was ’Lu Huayu’, whose expression was peculiar, and his frantic typing on the railing piqued the curiosity of many around him.

Soon enough, someone guessed why he was so flustered.

”Road Eunuch, where’s your boss?” ’Perfect Bald’ looked around but still didn’t spot the typically dazzling figure in the crowd.

”Our boss enthusiastically took part in the lottery, wanting to enjoy the joy of the draw with our clan members, and declared that whoever drew the black ticket will receive a considerable runner’s fee.” ’Lu Huayu’s’ face seemed masked with a stiff smile, ”Only 10 people can earn this money, and our boss saved himself a spot—pretty good, heh, heh.”

”What?” ’Battlefield Lightening’ could hardly believe his ears, ”We gave your Doomsday clan a full 10,000 entries!

How did you manage to get your boss drawn?”

”It just happened to be 10 extra, what could I do?” ’Lu Huayu’ covered his face with his hands, ”I told them just to let the bottom 10 give up their spots and choose random instead, don’t make a fuss.

But he just... refused to believe in bad luck... What can I do?

I... gosh... I also, why didn’t I insist!”

After all, who could expect that the hand of their Doomsday boss would be so unlucky!

’Lu Huayu’ probably wanted to find some fun for everyone... Making a quick buck just after entering Aesces, even if others didn’t win, feeling the boss’s generosity would make them more enthusiastic.

Who knew things would turn out this way!

’Pfft~’

’Hehe~’

’Hoho Haha~’

Low chuckles echoed on the stairs, some couldn’t help but squat on the stairs, thumping the railing with laughter.

’Lu Huayu’ glanced at... ’Young Master’.

Forget it, he doesn’t plan to look, nor can he, what’s it to him, a worker, about the Young Masters’ matters?

The Undead Tribe proceeded with their group formation methodically, each squad moving through Cain Valley as pre-arranged.

Meanwhile, in the adjacent army camp, the Danboro Nobility watched with faces ashen.

Not everyone was swayed by the instigations of those lurking in the shadows, but they knew more or less what was happening.

Though unwilling to take risks themselves, it’s not like there weren’t those who wished to play the role of opportunists.

At least among the Danboro Nobility in this camp, no one showed the slightest anomaly... even though those people were secretly gathering right next to them.

Those few Mage Nobility, who had stayed in the city all along, even Siegel who had once clashed with ’Hard Wind’, displayed a somewhat distrustful attitude during a conversation with some Undead Tribe members.

These Mage Nobility, of course, were also watching this grand event.

Their expressions weren’t as if they were about to die like those in the army camp, but were still solemn.

To some extent, the Danboro Army was indeed rare in displaying a bit of military demeanor, yet the obedience they exhibited probably wasn’t even on par with the evidently non-military Undead Tribe here before them.

Indeed, their march wasn’t very impressive, sometimes chatting in threes and fives, yet these 100,000 people showed no reluctance.

The commanders, unfamiliar as they seemed, yet there was no probing into whether these commanders had the qualifications to lead their dozens of subordinates.

The Danboro military camp couldn’t possibly... Who would listen to an unknown, unfamiliar commander?

Despite the unique traits of the Undead Tribe, still, to have 100,000 people show not a single sign of disruption is terrifying.