Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 1511 - 89: Old Dog Fired Up

"Ah, okay.

They’re still pretty rigid in using skills, and don’t really know how to string them together." ’Perfect Bald’ instinctively answered ’Snow Cloud Peak’s question, then realized, "You fellow!

Your ability to get information is getting stronger!

This isn’t a secret, why play such tricks?" 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"He got a little overexcited when he found out the opposite side was from the same Eden tribe." ’Lu Huayu’ calmly reminded, "He’s almost getting into a state where he doesn’t recognize even his own blood relatives, so you better be careful!"

’Snow Cloud Peak’ smiled without speaking... He himself didn’t even know how excited he was at this moment, as if his very soul had awakened.

He turned his head to look at ’Perfect Bald’, who looked confused... The people of Black Rose fought bravely and acted unscrupulously, but they didn’t pay as much attention to other matters as Road Eunuch did, so they wouldn’t understand why he turned out this way... Even though they knew a long time ago how ’Snow Cloud Peak’ left the army back then, they wouldn’t think much of it.

However, he looked up with a slight smile at the cloud layers on Dart Mountain that seemed as smoke and illusions: Life is truly interesting, that in a game, one can encounter the same scenes... Once they entered those artificially fertile stars with no force, the Edenites suddenly turned hostile and wanted to invade.

’Perfect Bald’ saw ’Snow Cloud Peak’, who seemed to rekindle a long-lost passion... Suddenly, it was like seeing the original ’Snow Old Dog’ who dug pits everywhere in the game and caused countless player deaths.

Don’t be fooled, Old Dog still has that cunning style in this game, but compared to before... Black and White Path’s pits were all swamps they waded through with Black Rose.

Back then, Old Dog was not as gentle towards him as towards Ink Brush... He had to go to other games to vent his anger just because he was silently backstabbed by Old Dog, forcing him to give up everything and mess around in a game where Old Dog wasn’t present!

Heh~ Don’t think it was Old Dog’s generosity when he unconditionally allowed them to return when they went back to their family alliance... It was because every gray spot they ate outside bore Old Dog’s fur!

Only later, as he aged, the unspeakable grievances in Old Dog’s heart were largely consumed by those reckless dandies, making him slowly more laid-back in his actions... Of course, not setting traps was impossible.

Just not as harshly as before.

Or maybe he somewhat understood the style of ordinary people who hadn’t served in the army, and no longer felt that trying to break away from the alliance to be independent was such a hated thing.

It’s just that he, Baldy, was unlucky, never expecting that someone would think forming an alliance was a lifelong commitment, that without major issues, one couldn’t just leave!

He purses his lips: "What specifications do you plan to build this camp to, permanent or temporary?"

"Permanent, designed for a camp with over a million people.

The island opposite seems to be their main base." ’Snow Cloud Peak’ said with a smile, "So, here, of course, we must prepare for the big showdown."

He turned back and glanced at his own people who had already caught up... It seemed most of them had died and returned, jumping onto a big rock by the roadside, he raised his chin and shouted loudly: "This time, our opponent is humans, real humans.

They won’t fight with a set style like NPCs, nor will they foolishly assume small troop maneuvers are effective even when facing our large numbers.

Group warfare is inevitable, and sneak attacks and assassinations are certainly ever-present.

But, are we going to lose?

Heh~

We have formed this alliance from the very beginning to fight against humans!

William told us that our headquarters, our goal that must be completely defended, is Danboro’s capital.

And then clean up the little spiders brought into this world by Rose, so we could disperse across the world.

But, those trivial things, let the Scattered Ones and those who like to complete tasks handle them!

Just let them do the tasks! I believe in their fighting power.

Our place, the only place, is here, right here across the river from our enemy!

We will, before the big showdown, use the enemy’s lives to build our strength and territory!

So, my brothers, my alliance comrades!

Tell me, our Blood Oath Proud Sky Alliance will always be invincible in battle and unconquerable!"

"Blood and Fire, Fangs and Claws!"

"Kill them all! Kill them until they’re terrified and quit the game!

Don’t let them take a step out of the camp!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The roars of the Undead Tribe shook the heavens and the earth.

The people of Basia City lay trembling on the city walls, observing the outsiders called again by the World Master... Although they were indeed more polite than the Moon Clan when in the city, and their speech was easier to understand, the Basia People couldn’t help but feel these people were more terrifying!

Count Stelter stood on the city wall outside the castle, pressing his hand on the parapet, clenching his teeth: "Spread the word, do not provoke these Undead Tribe members that came this time, understand?

They are much scarier than the Moon Clan!

They are united!"

"But they seem to have a good relationship with Great Sage Belfran." Ellie said blankly, "Doesn’t that mean they should be reasonable?

The Great Sage is so..."

"Didn’t you see those 12 hurricanes?" Count Stelter suddenly turned his head, "They’re indeed familiar, familiar enough that the Great Sage could wipe them all out on their first day in Aesces!

Familiar enough that even after dying once, the Undead Tribe still built a camp at the foot of his mountain.

But, there’s one more thing, can’t you understand?

The Undead Tribe, in terms of willpower and initiative, can almost be said to crush the Moon Clan.

And definitely, they are not afraid of the mighty Great Sage Belfran!

The kindness of the strong...

Great Sage Ismael can also be said to be kind, yet when he summoned the Moon Clan, he didn’t consider the feelings of us nobles.

That kind of kindness cannot be relied upon!

Understand? My daughter."

"Ellie!" Countess Stelter placed her hand on her shoulder, "From today onwards, just like Lind, you will stay in the Underground Castle to learn magic!

This is already not something a beginner professional like you can participate in.

And yet, your mind is still unclear... my daughter, as parents, we cannot watch you gamble your life on luck.

One scare is enough... think of Prince Alexis, do you want your father and I to endure that kind of pain?"

Ellie’s eyes reddened: "I, my future..."

"Ellie." Ditte, who had been leaning against the wall, staring blankly at Dart Mountain in the east, spoke calmly, "No matter how bright your future, it doesn’t mean the strong care about you now.

Remember this feeling of unwillingness now, and work hard!

You, now, don’t even have the qualification to stand at his feet."

Ellie covered her face with her hands, stomped her feet, and flew back to the castle.

"Ditte..." Countess Stelter spoke softly.

"Mother, you and father coddle these two so much, making them so self-important, and even now they only have eyes for Basia City.

Breaking their delusions early is the best kindness for them." Ditte gently toyed with the dagger in his hand, "Besides, I may be a broad-minded brother, but I really wouldn’t even consider their feelings.

I haven’t even considered my own feelings."

Countess Stelter shook her head and then nodded: "Do as you think fit! Your father and I, indeed, sometimes think too much."

Count Stelter glanced at his eldest son: "In the current situation, indeed, we must be cautious everywhere.

The only advantage, perhaps, is that our family will no longer be the first target of attack from that island opposite.

Even if our family is wiped out, it wouldn’t affect the fighting will of the Undead Tribe."

"But Father, I don’t want to stay in the city..." Ditte said softly, "I’ve been fighting for so many years, not to live under someone else’s protection."

"Ditte!" Countess Stelter loudly stopped him.

"Once the camp of the Undead Tribe is built, I’ll try to ask if they need a local team to liaise between there and Basia City." Count Stelter agreed with his idea, "If possible, you go!"

"Wha... No!"

"Helena." Count Stelter calmly comforted his wife, "This is Ditte’s future; it has to be decided by himself.

If the Undead Tribe really arrived at all cities of Aesces as they claimed, then the army in these years would almost be useless.

They are undead!

Do you think what kind of battlefield can stop their steps?"

"Uh..." Lind couldn’t help but speak, "Why do none of you mention that song?"

His parents and brother all turned their heads to look at him, showing a trace of bizarreness amid their numb expressions, making Lind shudder: "What happened?"

"Very interesting, right?" Ditte heavily slapped his brother’s shoulder, watching him crouching down in pain, he gently said, "If you want to mention it, remember, don’t be afraid of pain or death.

After all, if it were us, Eosca Island would probably be the last grave!"

"Is this child Lind smart, or just foolish?" Helena worried a bit.

"Just foolish!" Count Stelter was very firm.

Hill frowned as he looked at the camp gradually taking shape below: "Is the Undead Tribe planning to go to war directly?

Don’t they need to train first?"

An exquisite-looking letter appeared in mid-air, slowly drifting towards him... Aesces clearly didn’t plan to show up in person but sent him a letter instead.

Hill gritted his teeth... Saw the whole scene and dared not show up?

Afraid of laughing in front of him, right?

From now on, why call him Great Sage Belfran, just call him Bell!

Hill angrily grabbed the letter, roughly opened it, and couldn’t help but frown... Is this a battlefield contest for millions?

The Moon Clan can continuously add people, but only when they have more than 100,000 can the same number be released from the Undead Tribe.

Ha~ Interesting indeed.