Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 1509 - 87: Undead Tribe at the Edge of the Cliff

Chapter 1509: Chapter 87: Undead Tribe at the Edge of the Cliff

Hill quietly lay on the terrace, curious about how William managed to ensure that the Undead Tribe and the Moon Clan had no means of communication other than warfare... Different world lines mean so much.

This isn’t like communicating with people from the Fantasy World... As long as the players’ eyes are set a little out of focus, even if the characters in the game appear very clever and capable, the Undead Tribe doesn’t react much.

After all, in their minds, the computing power of the Intelligence Core being superior to that of humans is only natural.

And the completely different worldview, even most of the time, those actions that appear no different from fools in the eyes of the Undead Tribe don’t make them doubt the game. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

But the Moon Clan is different. Even if the differences in world lines and timelines make their ways somewhat primitive, their mode of thinking isn’t too different from people of certain countries in the Undead World.

This can be heard from the arguments of the Undead Tribe... although later, when players realized they couldn’t outdo them, they wisely chose to stop the fire, but small conflicts between them never stopped.

’Snow Cloud Peak’ later chose to stop pursuing ’Lu Huayu’ mainly for this reason... They didn’t want to be overtaken by outsiders due to internal strife, even though there occasionally was some underhandedness on the other side of Doomsday, the subversion by mischievous people is always strong.

At first, in the Undead Tribe’s hundred-person Command Group, there were actually a few people from other countries, but matters of voting couldn’t compare to those who plotted against each other versus ’Snow Cloud Peak’ who made decisions in pre-meetings.

So, the main purpose of these people squatting in the Command Group was just to prevent ’Snow Cloud Peak’ from using them as scapegoats or substitutes, and for other issues, they basically just went with the flow in voting.

So, as Hill watched them slowly walk down the altar, wearing shirts, trousers, leather cloaks, or long skirts, loudly exclaiming things like ’Ah~ Truly the Steam Era’ in Basia City the Undead Tribe smiled slightly... Just as well, since Mark City was blocking the passage, it wasn’t a good time for him to leave Aesces.

The emotionless creature, Lady of Pain, might not necessarily hold back for the sake of the World Tree... Hill thought it wise to be cautious in the presence of a being with Divine Power.

Not to mention Aesces made comings and goings look so easy, naturally because he wasn’t weak himself, and was clearly hostile with Eosca.

The Lady of Pain isn’t so oblivious as to not understand that the enemy of her enemy can temporarily be a friend.

As for Coron, who must have participated in the construction of the altar, that’s another matter altogether... As long as Coron doesn’t approach her Mark City, she can only wait until the Father of Elves finishes venting his anger.

However, if Hill were captured, it could make Coron pack up and leave... Coron has always valued his offspring, and Hill’s blood ties with him are no secret in Toril.

Yet, Purwell, once again squatting in the Magic Tower, sneered... What risk could there possibly be?

It’s unlike the previous time when Eosca carelessly tossed Dimensional Gates around, potentially putting Hill in crisis.

But now Hill is merely choosing a Dimensional Gate to leave randomly... Could Hill’s luck possibly land him at the gates of Mark City?

As if! Just here for the spectacle.

Who wouldn’t want to watch?

He was also curious, with equal levels, how much could a rule-abiding Undead Tribe and this group of crazy Moon Clan stir up?

The Undead Tribe began cruising around the city.

Hill observed for a bit before becoming a bit puzzled... It looked like William allowed them some leeway in character design, like height and body shape changes, with quite a lot over two meters tall.

And it seemed like the lolis and shotas grew a bit, no longer just over a meter tall, now generally over 1.4 meters.

However, facial expressions still didn’t change much... though some looked a little odd, at least they all looked human.

What nonsense was he up to, Hill thought.

Hmm? Could it be to make the Undead Tribe accept their restart happily by offering a chance to change their appearance?

Just like how going to Toril allowed them to become Half-Elves earlier.

If it were me, Hill pondered, I’d also take this adjustment... Going to a new world comes with a new look, and upon returning to previously visited worlds, you meet npc friends with the original appearance, how great!

"I think the Undead Tribe is looking for you." A slow voice floated out from behind the Magic Tower, "It was obvious they were making inquiries everywhere.

Can sir guess, how Mr. William informed them of your presence in this world?

I remember last time was: in the crisis-filled Toril World, the lost Child of Nature Hill awaited your arrival."

He didn’t continue, but Hill understood the meaning behind the words... So, the Undead Tribe prepared a ’Little Bear’s Lost Song’ for him.

This time, the Undead Tribe clearly also prepared some surprise for him, otherwise, they wouldn’t have sought his trail immediately upon arrival.

However, Hill chuckled lightly: "The Undead Tribe is clearly appearing together in all the countries of Aesces, so many cities, how many people can they disperse?

Look, Purwell, compared to being surrounded by millions singing nursery rhymes over a cliff, now with these tens of thousands, no matter how out of tune, is a good thing!"

"If you’re happy with it..." Purwell pondered in response, "Well... Acting as if I don’t know why you’ve placed the Magic Tower above the clouds."

"Heh~" Hill laughed softly, "First, they’d have to find me, and then either climb the cliff or sing from afar below!"

"Don’t you fear losing face now?" Purwell asked curiously.

"Does fearing prevent it?" Hill calmly responded, "At least I can make them less satisfied!"

In Basia City, the Undead Tribe was assembling, reporting their numbers along the way.

"Old Dog, this city should be a key area; those entering are better at combat." The ’Perfect Bald’ who had grown to 1.4 meters tall wasn’t pleased, "Even the priests are; luckily, there’s at least one administrator for each city."

"Each family one, or one for the whole Alliance." ’Snow Cloud Peak’ stood on a high corner of the altar, frowning and observing the marked islands across the sea, "It’s still too low here... Perhaps send the Dare to Die Squad across to open up the map and report back... It’s just all fog, tsk~

Damn, never thought one day we’d have to be enemies with the sea, huh!

Sigh~ In the past, the sea winds were always blowing towards our enemies!

"Why didn’t Hill bring Agleya this time?"

"Agleya never liked leaving Teraxil." A voice drawled lazily, "If you don’t mind, I can invite Ambori over."

"Road Eunuch, do you want to offer Triton a free kill?

Ambori? She can’t even get in, right?" A giant standing two and a half meters tall spoke slowly.

"Damn it... Young Master!" ’Perfect Bald’ suddenly turned his head, not wanting to look at him, "What kind of madness is this, turning yourself into this state?

Has your whole family gone mad?"

"Sigh!" ’Young Master’ said dejectedly, "In this world, we can’t even bring the Embroidered Crab; there are just too many restrictions!

Once we complete the main mission, Wenjian plans to return to Toril, so we thought of trying a different scene.

But... I already regret it now!"

"Did they find Hill yet?" ’Snow Cloud Peak’ briskly interrupted the boring conversation, "William said he’s in the most dangerous city here, so it must be here.

Everywhere else there are just small fry fighting; what danger could they pose to him!"

"Ah, it seems like they’ve found him."

An undead was moving upstream through the crowd.

"Hill is on the cliff by the seaside!" he said happily, "Shall we go now?

When do we notify everyone?

Oh my, oh my—I can’t wait!"

"Hill didn’t come out to greet us like last time!" ’Young Master’ said with a face full of regret.

"He’s not stupid; knows you must have some tricks up your sleeve and is waiting in the city?" ’Snow Cloud Peak’ shook his head, "Idler, how are you sure that’s Hill?

Don’t mistake it."

"No mistake, it’s a mage called Belfran whose family emblem is the Windbell Grass, looks particularly good-looking, and the house is built very beautifully!" ’An Idler’ answered firmly, "I went to see the Windbell Grass in this world, the white kind, and the difference from Lily of the Valley is that the bell of Windbell Grass is slightly longer; Lily of the Valley can absolutely pose as it.

And although the name Belfran is the pronunciation for Windbell Grass, it’s obvious it’s in the style of Obel Fran!"

’Snow Cloud Peak’ couldn’t help but laugh: "Hill really hasn’t changed a bit.

Alright, you guys go ahead... be careful, don’t make Little Bear angry, or he’ll send you straight back to the altar."

"You’re not going?" ’Lu Huayu’ asked curiously.

"Why should I go?" ’Snow Cloud Peak’ rolled his eyes, "Someone has to stay to smooth things over!

What if they take things too far?

Why aren’t you going?"

’Lu Huayu’ looked dejected: "Why do you always like asking questions you already know the answers to?

It’s such an annoying habit."

Hill looked down at the undead swarming towards him, his expression rather numb: "They’re coming really fast."

"Anyone who knows you could guess, right?" Purwell couldn’t help but retort.

"Ha~ I knew it, they can’t climb up, can they? They definitely can’t fly yet!" Hill happily rubbed his hands.

"Hmm? Wait!" He couldn’t help but grab the railing, "What are they holding?"

’Dong dong qiang! Dong dong qiang!’

The deafening sound of drums and gongs roared into the sky one minute later.

More than a hundred thousand voices roared together: "Little Bear~ Go walk outside!

The stars in the sky tremble!

(Hehe~ Tremble~)

(Life-and-death companions worry~)

If we say go~ we go~

Little Bear walks ahead, we follow behind~

(Hehe, we follow behind~)

Through fire and water, we never turn back!"