Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 1482 - 60: Aesces at the Crossroads

"Although I really like the Undead Tribe, I feel such a grand adventure, unless Aesces can’t handle it, otherwise he wouldn’t agree." Purwell said very sincerely.

"That depends on whether the Forest of the Elves has already become a paradise for spiders." Hill tilted his head and smiled, "One Orchid Pond can nurture so many Silk Spiders that leave the high-level Professionals of Basia at a loss. Guess, how many could the Crystal Fruit Grove raise?

Ha~ I would never go to the Forest of the Elves in this world, no matter how many benefits Aesces gives me!"

"If only List was here." Purwell was caught off guard by a statement that made him uncomfortable all over, "At least he could have stopped you before you set up a flag for yourself."

Hill pouted: "I don’t think there’s anything good in Aesces that could tempt me."

Purwell said, puzzled: "But didn’t you say Aesces is likely a powerhouse on the same level as AO? Such a big shot who has lived for millions of years, wouldn’t he have something you haven’t seen before?"

Hill shook his finger: "But, something that could make me suddenly so greedy that I can’t think of anything else, I really can’t imagine."

After thinking for a while, Purwell also found it unlikely: "That’s true, your greatest benefit is that your personal needs are particularly easy to satisfy, and once satisfied, you become particularly lazy, very, very lazy. I guess it’s inherited from the other side of the bloodline.

I suppose that’s not referring to the elves, right?"

"What kind of joke is that?" Hill’s mouth twitched, as he looked up at the Crystal Stone patterns on the ceiling, "Where on earth did you hear that from!"

"List and Fran were talking, and your grandfather said it directly." Purwell said frankly, "Even though there was a lot in their conversation that I couldn’t understand, I still grasped the meaning of that sentence."

Hill helplessly rubbed his forehead; he really didn’t even have the chance to retort against this kind of jest from an elder.

"Then whether Aesces can withstand this wave of spiders that love to spew is probably up to the Son of Destiny, right?" Purwell asked curiously, "Do you think that Ismael is up to it?

I don’t think he can compare to William at all!"

Hill shook his head: "I agree."

Then he glanced out the window: "But I feel that Aesces World has a very strong sense of control.

He and AO are two completely different styles.

That one only requires the result to be to his liking, if the process deviates, he can always try again.

But Aesces, he’s so meticulous and attentive to this world... maybe it’s because Triton is watching closely from the side.

For some reason, I always feel that he will try to use Ismael to summon guests from another world.

Well... if that’s the case, I think he might soon come to invite me to bring the Undead Tribe to this world as guests.

Even William would need to join forces with the God of Time and Space to control the Undead Tribe.

Ismael doesn’t have that kind of ability."

"What are you talking about?"

"If Aesces believes that beings like the Undead Tribe can be controlled as long as the system is strictly enforced, then he... hehe~"

Hill suddenly laughed, and his laughter grew louder and louder.

"Sir, what kind of madness is this?" 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"Do you know that in their world, the Undead Tribe has a nickname?"

"What?"

"If there’s a loophole to exploit, they are the Fourth Calamity... you should’ve at least heard of one kind of the other Three Calamities... the all-out invasion of the Demon Army."

"Do you think Aesces..."

"I think, although it’s an accident, it’s a very meaningful trip!

Control groups are always present, but for the Undead Tribe’s control group, it’s not so easy to find."

"I remember when the Undead Tribe went to Toril, it was because Coron didn’t want to waste Elemental Energy, so he actively invited them?" Purwell said, a bit confused, "Doesn’t that imply that if the Father of Elves wants to summon them, it’s possible?

Would Aesces be willing to waste so much energy?"

"In a Low Magic World, it’s not that there’s no energy, but rather it’s all taken by the World Will." Hill wiped the tears of laughter from the corner of his eyes, "And a Professional around Level 10 doesn’t need much energy; with the spread of low-rank Crystal Stone fragments like this in Aesces, it should be easy to mobilize hundreds of thousands."

The more he thought, the happier he was: "If Aesces really mobilizes one million Undead Tribe, then I really have to admire him!"

"Ah... fortunately." Purwell suddenly spoke up, "This room is modified from a carriage, so no one should’ve overheard what you just said."

Hill pouted: "Even if he asks me directly, I would answer the same way... crazy enough to dare to play directly.

William started with just a few hundred people and conducted experiments carefully, who knows how many times he almost overturned in the process before achieving today’s situation.

Don’t judge how controlled the Undead Tribe seems in Toril; that was because William sacrificed a lot of power to suppress the Undead Tribe firmly."

Purwell said, a bit puzzled: "Why are you so sure Aesces would act this way? I find this world quite stable!"

"Maybe it’s because of intuition?" Hill resting his chin on his hand, said thoughtfully, "Also, there’s the smell in the wind these past few days, the scent of gunpowder from nature?

You see, even though he guards against Triton wholeheartedly, he might find that Rose almost robbed him under his nose.

Anyone would possibly rage in that situation."

"Are you saying that the World Will has confirmed significant problems with the Forest of the Elves, and it’s very angry, is that right?

So, what would the Forest of the Elves be like now?" Purwell suddenly sighed, "Wasn’t art being sold from there all along?"

"Ah!" Hill suddenly stood up, quickly walking to the warehouse, putting everything from the elves into a shell filled with water, then entering the laboratory and putting the shell on the last test bench, "Purwell, seal this laboratory completely.

If we need to move in the future, keep this room independent!"

"But don’t those spiders need food?" Purwell asked, puzzled, "How could they be hidden in art?"

"What if hidden in those woven items of twigs and reeds are spider eggs?" Hill asked seriously, "As long as there is enough energy... like Crystal Fruit or Orchid Juice poured on them, they could hatch... I remember spider eggs have this property, is that right?"

"How would I know!" Purwell felt overwhelmed, "Do you know what you are talking about! Sir!

If this world really becomes what you’re describing!

How would you compensate my eyesight?

I’d rather read your Hill’s Biography!"

Hill collapsed onto the long sofa: "Do you think I want to be such a crow mouth? But, given what I know about Rose, she wouldn’t be unprepared in this aspect.

This lady never does pointless work.

Relying solely on these little spiders, which have such high food demands, to occupy a well-fortified world like Aesces isn’t easy.

But if survival is only needed for a certain period and starvation isn’t an issue, then..."

"What about Teraxil?" Purwell hastily interrupted Hill’s hypothesis.

Even if what Hill said is true, it’s better to live happily before it happens.

"When I left Teraxil, the relationship between elves and humans was still cold and hostile, so there won’t be any contact in the short term, at least not for more than fifty years.

Adrian is still the City Lord of Central City, and the King has become his good brother again; he absolutely wouldn’t allow himself to break the embargo first.

Besides, before I left, I left him a Water Crystal Mystery for a hundred years; even if he gets a drinking problem, it wouldn’t be possible to drink it all quickly.

So he wouldn’t find ways to buy more from outside... Uncle Adrian knows the style of human nobles well, and he wouldn’t easily reveal his preferences." Hill laughed, "So what I am concerned about is the future.

In twenty years, just have the Undead Tribe send back a message.

Twenty years~ Even if the Lady of Pain and the God of Portals fight intensely, there should be a result!

Not to mention Coron leading the Elf Deity System also attacking Mark City!"

Then he rolled twice on the sofa: "Whether others are affected by secretly dealing with elves, what does that have to do with me?"

Anyway, Boen absolutely wouldn’t drink, not to mention strong liquors like Water Crystal Mystery.

"Including that Half-Elf Queen, you don’t care either?" Purwell asked curiously.

"You’re well informed about my interpersonal relationships!" Hill sat up helplessly, "I’m not concerned with anything in the Forest of the Elves."