Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 1599 - 177: Enemies Always Come in Waves

Ditte, Ditte’s horse hooves involuntarily backed away from the Queen a few steps.

His memory was deeply imprinted by the female priestess who was cursing behind the "Battlefield Lightning."

Although during that time he was more focused on the thrilling "Cunlü."

But as a man, the "Old Age Striking King" could also make him break out in a cold sweat.

Sometimes, Ditte couldn’t help but suspect that the commander of the Undead Tribe deliberately sent the two of them out together...ice and fire alternating, leaving a deep impression.

But "Battlefield Lightning" couldn’t possibly lie to him... those two were indeed old friends for many years, with a strong bond.

Ditte took a deep breath: calmly reminding himself in his heart that the female priestess was an ally, generally speaking, she wouldn’t make a move against him.

"Ditte!" "Battlefield Lightning" charged to his side with his knight corps, a trail of dust kicked up by the hundreds of ox hooves, "Is something the matter?

Do you need any help?"

Ditte couldn’t help but laugh: "It’s not my matter, it’s yours."

"What do you mean?" Ditte rubbed his hands, "Does someone want to make a move on us? Who... so kind to come themselves?"

"Mr. Ditte." The "Old Age Striking King" had already reacted, "Are they the so-called Great Sage levels of your world? Don’t they know Hill is here?"

"Yes, the Great Sages, and not just one." Ditte smiled bitterly, "Even though the most famous Great Sages in our Danboro are Ismael and Finch, that’s only because they have more presence and have more entanglements and disputes with the Royal Family.

But, how to say... there are other families, ones even the Royal Family can’t do anything to...

It was just in the past, the Royal Family was more powerful, so they could only maintain their power locally and couldn’t reach out, so we could coexist peacefully for so many years.

But the current Danboro Royal Family... they definitely won’t let those Great Sages, who can maintain their own safety, come out to uphold justice.

Everyone can only rely on themselves.

Maybe those people will be reckoned with in the future, but..."

"Hmm?" The "Old Age Striking King" blinked, "So what do they want to do?"

"Actually, it’s my fault on this side too." Ditte said dejectedly, "Thunder and I were too flagrant, plus, my subordinates, especially those in Basia City, didn’t keep their mouths shut.

Now, everyone knows Cain Valley is the most comfortable place in this world."

"Them? Thinking too much?" "Battlefield Lightning" couldn’t help but interject, "Several Great Sages and they think they can take out..."

"Do they think they can take out hundreds of thousands of us?" The "Old Age Striking King" cut him off.

"Aesces, no, when the deities spoke to the priests during prayers for help, they said some things." Ditte pursed his lips, "The world is facing major changes, and the deities can only help those who have nowhere to go and cannot survive on their own.

But, living on a daily piece of black bread and a small bag of water, this kind of life, the poor can accept, ordinary people can endure... but nobles, and even some merchants, cannot tolerate it."

"So?" The "Old Age Striking King" tilted her head adorably, "These people decided to manage what the deities don’t? How to manage?"

"There’s still a unit of the Moon Clan in the desert, Miss Old Age Striking King." Ditte couldn’t help but sigh, "Their numbers might not be much compared to the entire Undead Tribe, but if compared just to your alliance, it would be sufficient.

Moreover, the other side seems very certain they can appear directly on your valley side, without even having to cross all of Danboro."

"Oh... because their leader is the God of Portals." The "Old Age Striking King" replied with eyes shining, somewhat absentmindedly, "They probably have a way to open a portal in Cain Valley.

No worries, enemies come in waves, just kill them as they come.

So... is there anyone among the Great Sages cooperating with them related to Luciella?"

Ditte wasn’t sure why she jumped directly to Luciella, but knowing a bit that Ellie and Luciella were very likely controlled by the same Evil God, he quickly thought of another thing: "Ah! If they are connected, then wouldn’t Cain Valley be attacked from front and back?

Thunder, I brought the knight corps out planning to go to the valley to report and stay to help."

"How do you know about this?" ’Battlefield Lightning’ scratched his head, "It’s not that I don’t believe you, but Ditte, how could you be so well-informed?

We’re always about the same... you..."

His big black eyes were full of doubt.

"Thunder." Ditte replied very seriously, "We’re just like-minded, not of the same mind, let alone having the same brain."

"Hahahahahaha~" The "Old Age Striking King" couldn’t resist bursting into laughter.

Ditte looked at her helplessly: "Actually, this matter has already spread a bit in the Royal Palace. Although the Royal Family can’t deal with those people, they’ve sent a lot of spies.

I... you know, I’m already an Earl after all.

Even though my father and mother won’t pass the messages on to me quickly, it’s not like they don’t have people around when they receive these messages, so someone will always secretly pass on a message to me."

"Is it because you sent a lot of breadfruit to the castle?" ’Battlefield Lightning’ was quick to respond now, "Otherwise, your family’s servants would probably only live on black bread.

The last time I went to Basia, I heard those nobles couldn’t afford their servants and dumped them to eat at the Temple.

Your family... probably the same."

Ditte laughed and shook his head, he never liked to speak ill, nor did he demand so much from the servants.

If it weren’t to live a better life, who would be willing to be a servant?

He didn’t know about other places, but the servants of the Stelter Family had always been able to leave as long as they paid a redemption fee... which was basically one-fifth of the wages this servant earned in the Stelter Family.

But these people would rather be servants for generations, gambling on the chance that a descendant might have the aptitude to become a Knight... The Stelter Family didn’t care about the servants learning the basic training methods for knights and swordsmen.

And once someone truly entered that door, they would indeed be given an upward opportunity.

Therefore, the servants in the family were actually more willing to follow the former Count Stelter.

Although Ditte was strong, he didn’t have as many resources at his disposal as his father did.

Unfortunately, no matter how well they planned, reality wouldn’t allow it.

The former Count and Countess Stelter, as kind as they were, couldn’t spend hundreds of times the price to buy food for the servants.

Especially when there was black bread and water available for the servants.

Maybe some could stick to their principles in these situations since they wouldn’t starve to death.

But, more people couldn’t do it.

With food in hand, Ditte naturally became their lifeline.

Moreover, they probably knew about the increasingly frightening environment outside, worried that Ditte might cut off their supply in the future... of course, they had to show their sincerity in front of Ditte.

At least, when Ditte starts reducing support to the castle, they might still have a bit of favor to rely on.

Ditte looked at the indifferent faces of the two... even the knights behind them looked careless: "So, even if being attacked from both sides, you can handle it?

Then, I... I will still go back with you and see Lind."

"You better not go." ’Battlefield Lightning’ said firmly, "No, you can go alone, don’t bring anyone.

What if one of your men has a problem again?

Even though we’re not afraid of those enemies, we also don’t want a portal to appear in our own territory."

The dozens of knights behind Ditte couldn’t help but glare at him... although they knew this guy had no filter, this was going too far!

Those few guys from before, although they did make mistakes, as comrades, they didn’t think those people deserved to die, and in such a tragic way.

’Battlefield Lightning’ was virtually stabbing them in the heart!

"Don’t be like that... Thunder." Ditte shook his head helplessly, "I trust my knights."

"But we don’t!" The "Old Age Striking King" said with a smile, "Since you’ve already had issues, don’t blame others for doubting.

Besides, even if Ellie left something on one of you, even if you never thought of betrayal, you wouldn’t know, right?"

Ditte gave her a strange look: "If that’s the case, I might be the one most likely to have issues, right?"

"Of course, if you have an issue, we have ways to detect and help in time." The "Old Age Striking King" said decisively, "But, your subordinates aren’t worth us paying that high a price.

So, you see, rather than letting them suddenly turn into monsters, it’s better not to go."

Ditte blinked slightly... was there someone among his men with a connection to Ellie again?

Otherwise, why would this female priestess speak like that?

How could it be?

Back then, everyone watched as their former companions turned into sea monsters!

He decided not to argue with the Undead Tribe anymore, just shook his head with a smile: "Then I won’t go for now either.

But if I find out you’re in a crisis over there, I... will go over myself."