Chapter 2376 - 1181: Wanderer Camp

Chapter 2376: Chapter 1181: Wanderer Camp

"Damn, that’s one hell of a Golden Mountain and Silver Mountain."

Dorothy stared at the endless mountain range in front of her, eyes suddenly going wide.

She couldn’t help it—because this Golden Mountain and Silver Mountain in front of her wasn’t some metaphor, it was a literal statement.

The ground of the Mechanical Wilderness was already covered in steel, so having peaks made of other metals wasn’t exactly surprising. The main body of the mountain range that appeared before everyone now was mostly Golden Mountain and Silver Mountain, with the occasional copper mountain, Iron Mountain, and so on mixed in. Anyway, at a glance it was all shimmering and shining, towering like a Gundam and making your heartbeat race.

Well, even though for a witch, normal gold and silver aren’t worth that much anymore, and that giant Sky Island Golden Country made entirely of Witch Gold is actually way more spectacular, Dorothy still hasn’t fully transcended the value system from her previous life. Seeing a scene like this all of a sudden, she still couldn’t help getting inexplicably hyped.

However, Bahamut’s Warship form was just too huge, so it wasn’t convenient to sail straight into the mountains. She had to slow down and brake outside the range instead. Then everyone disembarked from the Warship, and finally Bahamut shifted back into Warship Girls form.

"Master, how did it feel?"

After Miss Shipgirl returned to human form, she asked with obvious anticipation.

She was asking the homebody witch about her piloting experience just now—that’s super important to a Warship Girls. If the Master feels something’s off, that means the human–ship compatibility has dropped, which is a serious problem. It must be corrected and adjusted immediately.

And under Bahamut’s burning gaze, Dorothy felt a bit embarrassed. Clearly they were talking about something serious, but she just kept feeling like something about this was weird.

"It was great, Bahamut. You really still get me like before. There wasn’t any stiffness at all while piloting—everything was smooth to an unbelievable degree."

She gave a thumbs-up and spoke honestly.

Well, it was a custom ride she’d tailored for herself anyway; if that still didn’t fit her, that’d be the real ghost story.

"I see. Then I can relax."

With that kind of review, Miss Shipgirl finally let out a breath. On that face of hers—which clearly looked fierce and domineering, totally queen material—a girlishly happy smile bloomed.

"Uh, but I’ve been meaning to say this: Bahamut, you don’t have to call me Master anymore. Just use my name."

Dorothy scratched her head and said.

If this were still just a game, fine—it’s just a chunk of code, calling her Master is whatever. But once a game character shows up in real life, the homebody witch feels like that’s not so great anymore. Even though being addressed like that by such a stunning beauty feels awesome, with a strange sense of conquest, she still wants things to be a bit more relaxed.

"But Master is Master. We were created by you—you’re the creator of our sisters."

Bahamut was clearly reluctant, but after seeing how insistent Dorothy looked, she paused to think, then opened her mouth again.

"Then... how about ’my dear husband’?"

The Great Dragon lady’s cheeks flushed slightly as she called her that.

Dorothy: "..."

The homebody witch almost spat on the spot. Then she clutched her chest and felt her Dragon Heart beating even faster than when she saw the Golden Mountain and Silver Mountain.

Holy crap, who could possibly survive this?

Seeing her reaction, Bahamut only smiled even more happily.

Of course, if she was happy, someone else naturally wasn’t.

Elsa, standing to the side, quietly clenched her fists. Dorothy was her wife now, okay? The official partner is right here. Miss Shipgirl, could you please not get too cocky.

As for the Little Lolita Loki at the very back, she was grinding her teeth.

"Hmph, a fossil that old still pretending to be a young girl, playing the pure maiden card, how does it feel, huh? Aren’t you burning up, aren’t you ashamed, ugh, this is seriously making me sick."

Even as a Succubus, she wasn’t this wild, alright? At the very least she’d turn off the lights first.

"Eh, Sister Dorothy, look, there’s a village over there."

Right then, the Little Lolita darted forward, grabbed the homebody witch’s hand, pointed into the distance, and smoothly changed the subject.

Dorothy looked in that direction and indeed noticed that at the foot of the mountain not far ahead, there was unexpectedly some kind of camp.

"Uh, could that be one of those so?called Wanderer Camps?"

Her interest was slightly piqued.

Because of the desolation of the Mechanical Wilderness, most Alliance People actually live in Mobile Cities, relying on the protection of the cities and the supplies of the Alliance, enjoying a comfortable life with plenty of resources.

But there are always some people who don’t buy into the Alliance’s equality doctrine. They don’t want this life of being penned up by the Alliance either—if freedom must be traded away, they’d rather die.

So a group of people chose to leave the Mobile Cities of their own accord, went out into the wild wasteland to wander, and became the so?called Wanderers.

And once there were more Wanderers, they gradually formed those so?called Wanderer Camps out in the wild.

It’s just that, in the eyes of the Alliance People, most Wanderers are basically lunatics with brain problems. Otherwise, why would they leave a city life where food and clothing are guaranteed, and run off into the wilderness to live on one meal here and one meal there, suffering wind and rain?

Freedom? Can you eat that?

People say the order of the Wanderer Camps is a mess, the system is brutal, and they even have that legendary thing called Levels. Each major camp has some big boss or chief, and ordinary Wanderers get bullied and oppressed.

They really can’t understand why, when life is already that crappy, so many people every year still throw themselves into the wilderness one after another to become new Wanderers.