Chapter 2282 Young Master, What Can We Do?

The fall of ’Snow Cloud Peak’ this time was quite graceful.

Of course, it could only be graceful halfway through.

Though there weren’t that many mages below, firing just at him was still effective.

Moreover, although the skills of these people were of the kind that the ’Perfect Bald’ would disdain, they were still deemed competent.

At least their aiming was spot on.

However, ’Snow Cloud Peak’ still felt somewhat relieved... These people were strong enough, but their equipment wasn’t up to par.

Though over time, he definitely couldn’t hold out, if it was just to cause some trouble, then he still had plenty of leeway.

’Snow Cloud Peak’ tried hard to evade a bit... Unfortunately, it was still to no avail.

But compared to the past’s heavy feeling, where he almost couldn’t command his arms and legs, ’Snow Cloud Peak’ could still sense the difference... At least he could manage to tilt slightly, preventing the opponent’s spells from targeting his vital parts.

Actually, he’s still fine in reality.

He remains quite agile when in motion.

It’s just that, due to some accidents, his spiritual power has encountered some issues... like tiny burrs growing on the edges of his soul.

It doesn’t affect his normal life, just that he can’t do some work related to the virtual world anymore.

And in the interstellar society, where can you find a commander unable to engage with the online world?

If he had merely made a mistake, he would at most be demoted.

The army isn’t foolish; they wouldn’t easily give up on the excellent talent cultivated through such expense.

Yet... it was because of this injury that he was able to retire with his original military rank.

Ha~ It’s all like destiny.

Ironically, he made the mistake after being wounded... thus, it was straightforwardly judged as an accident caused by instability of spiritual power leading to agitation.

Although everyone knows he did it deliberately.

He knew his body might suffer immense damage, so he dared to make this mistake.

Then, what mistake can that be considered?

What he killed were never humans.

Even now, ’Snow Cloud Peak’ has never regretted it.

But having the hope to recover his health, he was, of course, quite thrilled... although he can never return to his true dream path again.

He’s long been just an observer.

Falling amidst the crowd, ’Snow Cloud Peak’ patted his quite poorly enchanted yet highly protective cloak, then raised the ghost bone whistle in his hand and blew it forcefully... hey~ on any battlefield, he never backed down.

"Damn it! Ghost, add spiritual protection!

Add it to the knights first!" Someone was loudly commanding.

However, no one listened to him, the priests first buffed themselves.

So, when the huge grayish-white ghost from the bone whistle appeared and let out several sharp cries, at least two-thirds of the people fell into a state of panic.

’Snow Cloud Peak’, attacked by a knight lucky enough to encounter a normal priest, glanced twice and confirmed their priest’s shield had switched from physical to spiritual defense.

He kind of wanted to laugh.

Though this indeed was the best method to deal with ghosts... but were these priests underestimating him too much?

Ha~ although ghosts always attack indiscriminately, the person holding the ghost bone whistle can avoid attacks from the summoned ghost within the first minute... this is public information.

Undead tribe trouble makers usually use this one minute to cause trouble.

Is this bunch thinking that even if he has alchemical bombs or crossbows in his hands, he can’t aim at them?

Calculating the elapsed time in his head, within the last 10 seconds before the ghost turned to charge at him, ’Snow Cloud Peak’ quickly tossed out a giant fox.

Then simultaneously lunged forward.

Before he was killed by the alchemical bomb flying at him from behind, ’Snow Cloud Peak’ still had enough time to recall his fox friend, accurate to the point where one aims and hits precisely.

He knew this group definitely planned to blow him up along with the ghost, haha~

And the area he was in was indeed two to three meters farther from that group of priests.

These people didn’t believe he had the ability to break through the knights’ protection in such a short time, find the right direction, sprint forward and aim at the priests.

He also indeed couldn’t do it.

But that didn’t mean he truly couldn’t do anything... Everyone knew he didn’t have that ability anymore; would Snow Old Dog really risk it himself?

He hadn’t done it before, just would never risk his friends.

Having ensured he at least killed three priests with his explosion, ’Snow Cloud Peak’ proudly welcomed his own death.

"How long will it take for Old Dog to revive this time?" ’Magic Sword’ observed the rope bridge he had already set up, then turned to ask ’Perfect Bald’.

"I remember he has three battlefield command achievements granting him that revival time reduction buff?" ’Perfect Bald’ pondered for a while, "This is the third time today, so it should be after 20 minutes."

"And when will you head down?" ’Magic Sword’ put away his tools and then reached to pull the auxiliary steel cable... Normally, walking this bridge wouldn’t require such a metal line that can be pulled from both sides.

After all, the distance wasn’t that long.

With him and ’Perfect Baldy’, walking across those three main lines would definitely be like walking on flat ground.

However, isn’t there a Great Alliance Leader Snow!

Even with the Blue Feather Cloak that could help him increase balance, Snow Old Dog would definitely slide straight down.

That guy is definitely someone who could trip even on the edge of the road.

"I’m all set here." ’Magic Sword’ nodded, "Absolutely perfect. Hang... ah, we can also pull Old Dog over."

"How long is your next resurrection cooldown?" ’Perfect Baldy’ turned to look at him.

"Me? That needs three hours." ’Magic Sword’ scratched his head, "Today, my resurrection CD has reached its limit, three hours means, at midnight, it will automatically reset."

The best fighting time for the Undead Tribe is from 10 PM to 2 AM... they can utilize the resurrection’s time limit as a strategy.

’Perfect Baldy’ thought for a moment, "Then you go dig first, at 11:30, I’ll switch with you."

By that time, if ’Magic Sword’ still doesn’t show up, someone on the other side will definitely get suspicious.

’Magic Sword’ nodded, touched the mining hoe in his bag, and quickly crossed the rope bridge, rushing into the small hole, only 1 meter high and half a meter wide, on the other side.

’Perfect Baldy’ looked down, "Hmm~ Snow Old Dog actually took down three... no, there’s a Knight!

Four people in total!"

Though the Knight was blown up by his own people because he was entangled with ’Snow Cloud Peak’.

He tilted his head, took out his tablet, and calculated the resurrection time of the opponents... Although he was just acting on the spot, ’Perfect Baldy’ never compromised on his work.

That’s a good habit he developed over the years.

Moreover, those little guys on the opposite side seemed clueless about how to time their resurrection when the enemy was obviously playing a hunting game.

Squinting slightly, ’Perfect Baldy’ watched those priests, walking out of the revival point in anger... they still seemed to be blaming the Knight and the Swordsman for inadequate protection.

A pretty little loli, joyfully pulled out a giant two-handed axe, taller than herself, and like a whirlwind, swept down directly from the stone pillar.

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"Elder." ’Cunlü’ called out to her friend.

At this moment, the Female Priest was riding her Wolverine, showing off with the Wolverine Priest Group amongst the crowd... Around them were various professions, all riding uniform Boar Mounts.

On the outermost side was the real Wild Boar Knights.

The sky above their team was filled with mages with Magic Shields.

The Proud Sky Alliance battle members who had already swept the wilderness twice now had the task of blocking the revival point.

Inside Hill’s Magic Tower, they wouldn’t do anything... but these people also shouldn’t think about going out.

The opponent’s goal of dragging time was indeed achieved, but it didn’t mean Proud Sky Alliance faced failure.

Even though these managers knew what happened.

Could the ordinary members, including the Scattered Ones outside, understand what kind of intrigue and calculation were hidden in this?

They only knew that any enemy daring to provoke the Proud Sky Alliance could only cower at the revival point at the end, not daring to take a step outside.

Sometimes, for the observers, the surface result is the most memorable.

’Old Age Striking King’ glanced back at her: "Oh my, Duchess, long time no see.

How have you been lately?"

"Very well." The Duchess’s voice was always pleasant... charming with a hint of grace, "Just a bit regretful, this time after advancing, it seems I can’t have children."

"Huh..." The unexpected answer left ’Old Age Striking King’ with a blank expression for a few seconds, "Maybe returning to Teraxil might be better?"

"I doubt it." The Duchess said regretfully, "It’s a bloodline issue, the seeds of the Duke were directly burned away by me.

Such a useless guy."

"Sometimes, some things don’t need to be said so clearly." ’Old Age Striking King’ took a deep breath.

"But you asked..." The Duchess’s words were interrupted by a gentle touch from above.

"Duchess, I have something for the Elder to do, can your chat be postponed?"

"Of course." The Duchess, almost as large as a bison, sweetly agreed.

"What’s the matter?" ’Old Age Striking King’ felt a bit confused... wasn’t ’Cunlü’ always squatting in the underground maze of Hill?

Though this sounded a bit confident, ’Old Age Striking King’ honestly didn’t think their enemies of Proud Sky Alliance would be scheming on Hill’s territory.

Possibility, these three words put an end to everything.

Although ’Old Age Striking King’ hoped that her enemies weren’t too troublesome, she also didn’t think the opponents’ minds were comparable to ’Magic Sword’.

"It’s Young Master." ’Cunlü’ lightly tapped her with her finger, "Don’t you think that kid is just going to swallow his pride?"

"No wonder he didn’t come!" ’Old Age Striking King’ looked around, "Not many people from Wenjian came either.

But, what can be done about this?

Didn’t he already expel everyone?"