Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 262 - 66: Battle in Progress

Looking at the displeased little loli, Hill almost couldn’t help but burst into laughter, he had just remembered that beneath the Royal Palace lied that space ore.

Those underground tunnels are not somewhere just anyone could go down to dig.

It’s been several years, the space ore still hasn’t completely stabilized, and the output of space crystals remains frighteningly low.

Players have divine power within them, so they can certainly enter without any problem, as it wouldn’t cause any spatial turbulence, and with their physical condition, mining would indeed be easy for them.

But above is the Royal Palace, and William would definitely not allow players to mine there.

If players were let in, sooner or later, there would be a collapse.

But in desperate times, one must do what is necessary, anyway, his house might not be able to be saved this time around.

Plus, the shota loli was small in stature but certainly not lacking in strength; even more people could go down to dig at the same time.

William has always been this type of fresh and unpretentious person; the loli and shota who want new clothes have no choice but to go mining.

"Although I considered that it might be some old elf princess," William’s ethereal voice came through, "I didn’t expect it to be this old! No wonder there’s an odor of decay."

In an instant, Hill felt as if countless thunderbolts had fallen upon his head.

"╰(‵□′)╯. Damn William, that bastard!" the Old Age Striking King almost let out a rage comic expression, "Shield, quick! Keep putting it up!" she shouted loudly.

Adrian, who had grown used to the Undead Tribe cursing William, had the same expressionless face as Hill. They also were really not keen on seeing William provoke the Goddess of the Hunt.

The female sorceress trailing Hill looked deathly pale by now.

She watched the scene where the Old Age Striking King was furiously hopping mad and cursing William beside them and gazed bewilderingly at Hill for guidance.

Hill looked at the red-haired sorceress and smiled slightly: "They don’t belong to this world; no matter who they curse, it’s a pointless scolding. Here in Saral, many deities have stopped listening to the prayers of their casual followers.

Don’t worry, His Majesty the King is used to it too.

Fate has allowed us to meet; may I have the honor of knowing your name?"

"Ella." The female sorceress smiled faintly.

"Hill."

"Adrian."

Hill and Adrian tacitly only stated their first names, leaving out their surnames.

Many of the female warlocks who don’t give their full names have broken away from their birth families and renounced their surnames. Whatever they have endured, in the end, they choose to sever ties with their families and leave in despair.

Female warlocks of the Fire Element fare better; unless they are willing participants, they typically meet an end where both parties are destroyed.

Only the Water Sorcerers, even at high levels, are unwilling to leave the Sorcerer Tower.

Inside the Sorcerer Tower, it’s mostly them who harbor the most hostility towards men.

Speaking of which, most male sorcerers who prefer to stay in the Kingdom of Female Warlocks and live in seclusion are from the Water Element, and they too don’t dare to live independently until they are Archmages.

Male sorcerers of other elements typically live outside the territorial bounds of the Sorcerer Tower, as long as they can flee into Dilant Tower’s domain whenever trouble arises.

Even Hill, himself a Magister, only dared to reveal his Water Element inheritance, despite having an Alchemist Master as a maternal grandfather.

For Ella to come out as a Messenger, being a Magister is a prerequisite, and being of the Fire Element earns her extra points.

This is someone capable of summoning a completely uncontrollable legendary Fire Element.

Ella smiled gently, with the corners of her eyes crinkling slightly: "It’s only after coming out that I realize how much the outside world has changed."

"You could travel more around the Saral Tri-Nation; at the very least, it’s quite safe these years," Hill advised earnestly.

"It’s just that areas dense with the Undead Tribe should be avoided," Adrian mentioned softly.

Ella looked curiously at Adrian. He could say such things in front of the Undead and it wasn’t a problem?

All those Space-Time Priests heard him!

She looked around and saw that none of the Undead Tribe girls showed any signs of displeasure, and they were still vigorously creating rain with outstretched arms.

"I really should explore more," she said with a slight smile.

"I see Hensley over there," Adrian said, "why is Phillips missing?"

"He ran off," Ella said succinctly, "as soon as the screen cracked, he took off."

"Has he lost his mind?" Hill said with an elusive tone, "his teacher is still here!"

Adrian responded, "That doesn’t really matter. Those below the level of a legend aren’t that useful anyway. The relationship between Phillips and his teacher is just so-so. Prior to becoming a Magister, Phillips had to struggle for his resources on his own. After he became a Magister, The Legend of Carl did decisively grant him the position of heir, but the difference between the two periods is something all of you who’ve been through it can understand, right?

Phillips would help The Legend of Carl but would never risk his life.

Mainly, the outside might not be safer than it is here, right?"

"Moreover, he has a beautiful excuse. Miss Carl is still out there!" Ella interjected.

"True, returning to the Magic Tower safely wouldn’t be so bad," Adrian nodded in agreement.

Hill looked at Ella curiously. She must be aware of all the gossip in the Saral Mage Circle, right?

"The Legend of Carl, his plan has failed again, hasn’t it!" Ella said with an oblivious smile.

That day, he brought people with him and had been hiding in a corner from the start; apparently, he had seen everything clearly.

As long as the Carl Family remains in Saral, the goal of marrying an elf maiden would inevitably be rendered bankrupt.

Hill peered around, sensing that the Undead Priests seemed to be under more pressure.