Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 47 Easy War and Terrifying Thunder

47: Chapter 47 Easy War and Terrifying Thunder

47 -47 Easy War and Terrifying Thunder

The juvenile members of the Black Rose family, though each one was petite and adorable, their mannerisms, tone of voice, and behavior all made it apparent that the souls within were adults.

As for the youths of Wenjian World, their very name declared that their souls were primarily composed of young students.

They were full of youthful energy, seeking a life where they could drink in honor of an encounter, tethering their horses beside high towers and weeping willows.

Victory brought joy, and defeat was no big deal.

The people on the airship watched the children of Wenjian joking carelessly with the members of the Black Rose, laughing and dancing with joy.

Spencer Knight muttered to himself, “It doesn’t matter.

Didn’t we already know that those who could lose a city so senselessly were unreliable?

If anyone has complaints, let them go back to the King.”

“I came here to clean up the mess.

I’m here to fight.

Everything else is none of my business,” he finally concluded, bolstering his own spirits.

Fran quietly brought the airship to a halt five meters above the ground.

A section of the ship’s side folded outwards, transforming into a long metal staircase that reached down to the ground.

Fran, accompanied by Adrian and Hill, stood at the top of the staircase, blessing Spencer, “May your blade be invincible wherever it points!”

Spencer Sky Knight took a deep breath and descended the ladder with his entourage.

The young master of Wenjian had already communicated with Baldy and was getting his troops in order to welcome Spencer Knight.

Hill could see that he was genuinely happy.

If he had been a noble of this world, such a foolish loss of a city would have devastated his entire family.

But it was different for players; what the young master was probably thinking about the most was how essential it was to help the NPCs retake the city, which was a better outcome than leaving it to Lu Huayu or Doomsday.

Spencer Knight could only look on in bafflement as the enthusiastic young master and his companions surrounded him in welcome.

Despite his confusion, since the failed city lord showed such a warm welcome, Spencer Knight put aside his worries and formally took charge of the temporary camp.

Fran returned to the hall with the two men.

He glanced at Hill, who quickly tidied up the space with agility.

Adrian watched and smiled, summoning the furniture back into the hall.

Fran leaned back on the sofa, letting out a long sigh.

Adrian, sitting next to him, said, “I thought this place would be in utter despair, but it seems that from top to bottom, nobody really cares.

With two days of reorganization, Spencer should be able to fight back, right?”

Hill sat silently, reflecting that for players, their only loss was in reputation and money.

They might be frustrated for a while, but they wouldn’t be heartbroken.

Especially since Wenjian’s loss was such a hot topic.

What big news it was for the players!

The forums were probably not talking about Wenjian’s defeat but about how the young master gave up his city for a girl, and how Lu Huayu brought a sister to his doorstep only to trap himself.

Whether it’s “noblesse oblige,” “harming others ends up harming oneself,” or “evil begets evil,” these scenarios that usually occur only in TV dramas were happening in real life.

Hill thought that this story might even spread to this world’s equivalent of Weibo.

Baldy rightly pointed out the crucial issue; if the name wasn’t changed, this newfound fame would follow the young master for life.

Fran shook his head, “Although their way of thinking is somewhat incomprehensible, once we consider that they are people from another world, it becomes clear.

No matter how they fail here, it cannot harm their roots.”

He looked at both of them, “Having escorted Spencer here and scouted Alliance City with him, let’s stay away from that direction for the next few days.

With the three legends joining forces, our airship might not hold up.”

Adrian nodded, “Okay, teacher.

We’ll just let the ship drift above these clouds then!”

Fran turned to Hill, saying, “No matter how curious you are, do not go down.

It’s bound to be chaotic now, and I’m not even comfortable letting Adrian leave the airship.”

Adrian added with a smile, “Stay put with the cat.

Don’t linger too much on deck either.”

Hill nodded reluctantly, acknowledging that Alice had been confined to his room all this time and it was time to let her out for a breather.

Three days later, in the early hours before dawn, Spencer began his counteroffensive.

Hill lay by the window, watching the endless advance of armies facing each other.

Although the knights’ horses looked more elegant and spirited, every player, regardless of profession, had a mount.

Adrian stared blankly, puzzled, “Why would mages ride horses?”

Hill couldn’t answer him: Mounts were something that couldn’t be exclusive to a single profession, otherwise, this game wouldn’t function.

And players didn’t have the arrogance of mages who fly through the air, looking down on other professions confined to the ground.

Sky Knights could fly, but only float in the air for a short duration.

Other professions could only achieve flight after reaching the legendary rank.

Only mages, no matter their affinity for any element, could fly using the Levitation Skill once they became advanced in their profession.

Thus, mages would always fly to their destinations.

The Flight Art was an essential part of a mage’s pride and prestige within their profession.

But players didn’t share that sentiment.

Even those who came to support had mages who arrived swiftly by flying, and that was only because they were unfamiliar with the routes.

But knights, swordsmen, and priests had just arrived yesterday, all on horseback.

Their mages never had the air of looking down on other professions.

At most, they would boastfully call themselves “Mage Master”!

But when it came to collective actions, they would still summon their horses and move with the group.

Hill simply warned Adrian, “Don’t dwell on the ins and outs of their affairs.

What may seem incomprehensible to you could just be the result of their momentary whims.”

Adrian could only nod in silence, “They aren’t very clever.

They can only master one or two types of magic.

Even in alchemy, learning drug alchemy means not being able to learn equipment alchemy.

The God of Time and Space has indeed imposed many limitations on them.”

Hill nodded.

The airship slowly followed in the sky.

It took the army three hours to cover a distance of 100 kilometers.

Fran also stood over, “Three hours, and hardly anyone dropped out of formation, staying tightly together.

The Undead Tribe’s discipline is very high!”

But Hill keenly noticed that the distances between these people were almost identical throughout the march.

There must be some form of follow function.

Otherwise, half of them could have been lost after three hours.

Arriving under Alliance City, Spencer ordered a meal break and a rest.

The battle would start promptly at one o’clock in the afternoon.

Hill saw a few alchemy huts being set up in the Black Rose camp.

Some people rushed into them and then didn’t come back out.

They must be going offline for some reason.

It seems these huts are very useful to them.

Hill could make them too, he felt that in the future, airships might be commonly used.

He planned to practice making an alchemy hut when he got back, to fabricate one himself.

It didn’t need to be this big; as long as it had good protection and speed, that would suffice.

Selling alchemy huts to players, exchanging more non-attribute elemental crystals, he could travel the world himself.

Fran pointed at the window, “Look at the city wall!”

From afar, Hill saw four Legendary figures standing on the city wall, seemingly ready to make their move.

Hill tensed up.

Was this a surprise attack?

Adrian said doubtfully, “Spencer isn’t that foolish, is he?

What’s this rest for?”

Fran just raised the ship higher and said solemnly, “Just watch!”

The Saintess from the Love Temple hovered in the air, raising a protective shield.

Three Legendary Knights swiftly flew up into the air, launching an assault on the camp.

They seemed certain of Spencer’s location, heading straight for him without hesitation.

Hill watched nervously.

Spencer showed no intention of retreating.

Standing on tiptoe, Hill saw the Knight Corps of the young Wenjian.

Their shields were proportionate to their stature, half the size of regular great shields, but still large enough to cover their entire bodies.

In fact, they had quite a number of people, but likely because of their small and exquisite appearance, they seemed insufficient in defensive strength.

The Legendary figures didn’t take them into account and simply bypassed them.

Following the Young Master’s sharp command of “Shields up!”, thousands of small shields were raised.

All of them were Fire Element Knights!

The shields were enwreathed with fiery light, forming a large thorn fire shield.

The three Legendary figures, working together, killed over a thousand people, but the Thorn series of shield skills all came with damage reflection.

The three Legendary figures’ protective shields were severely weakened by the damage reflection from tens of thousands of fire-element hits.

Suddenly, a barrage of meteor fire rain fell from the sky.

A veil dropped over the Legendary figures, shielding them from this fatal blow.

Adrian was extremely surprised, “Does the Love Temple no longer want the divine artifact?”

Hill looked at the woman on the city wall who emotionlessly pulled the veil and the Legendary figures back, “She’s unwilling too.”

Spencer waved his hand, and the seemingly idle players crazily charged toward the city wall.

Hill watched as the city wall was directly shattered by tens of thousands of earthquake techniques, “The Noble Temple is out of options, aren’t they?”

“They’ve already evacuated,” Fran said.

“Although the tents in the city are still there, there aren’t many people left.

The Legendaries were kept back for the final blow.”

Sure enough, the Legendary figures didn’t hesitate to fly away.

Spencer also did not hesitate, it seemed he knew all along.

He led the players straight into Alliance City.

The people who had remained in the city were all killed by the players.

Hill frowned, “Why were there still people who hadn’t left?”

Adrian sneered, “The clever ones, seeing the Noble Temple’s army withdrawing, had left early with them.

Those left are simply too greedy, thinking the Legendary figures wouldn’t fail so quickly, and wanting to snatch more advantages.

Spencer did not stop the Undead Tribe, indicating that these were either thieves, or fools that nobody wanted.”

Hill silently nodded.

This was Spencer rewarding the players who charged into battle.

Hill couldn’t say much; for the players, this was just a red-name monster.

Suddenly, thunder boomed, piercing the sky.

Hill rushed out of the hall, looking towards the thunderous west.

That was Kexlote.

Fran and Adrian also came out, looking towards the place where lightning intertwined with thunder.

“The Legendaries are going back.

Is Dionysio launching his final strike?” Adrian hesitated, “Should we go later?

This doesn’t look like a divine artifact!

Has there been a divine descent?

It’s a bit dangerous.”

Fran had a worried frown, “Let’s fly closer and then decide.

Hopefully, nothing’s wrong.”