This Lich Requests More Remuneration-Chapter 186 - 173 Different Races Have Different

Chapter 186: Chapter 173: Different Races Have Different Concepts of Time

Chapter 186 -173: Different Races Have Different Concepts of Time

Things were not supposed to be this way.

On the Gale Ship, Monger Greyriver, as the captain, looked at the dazzling meteor in the sky with an extremely ugly expression on his face.

“Where did this mage come from!”

The Nine Rings Magic Meteor Burst, although known as the disgrace of the Nine Rings, was something that a typical Shaping Energy School mage couldn’t cast.

He knew all the strong individuals within the Silent Night Pirate Group. Why would there suddenly be a Legendary Mage capable of using the Starburst among these undead?

Where did it all go wrong?

Monger Greyriver watched the falling meteor, as memories began to flash before him like a revolving lantern.

He had always been the most outstanding among his peers, having received the blessing of the Lord of the Storm at a young age, becoming the youngest Storm Priest, his control of thunder far surpassing his contemporaries. He then rose through the ranks starting from bandit extermination, until he became a member of the Tide Fury Navy, and in the war against the Emerald Dream Forest, he earned his stripes, eventually becoming the captain of this Gale Ship.

Within the entire Fury Tide Kingdom, there were no more than thirty warships like the Gale Ship, and Monger Greyriver once again became the youngest captain.

But after that, his life began to go downhill.

All of it was because of these undead pirates.

The Silent Night Pirate Group was a group of undead pirates with at least a thousand years of history, possessing over a hundred ghost ships. The Fury Tide Kingdom suffered greatly from them. They had tried countless times to eradicate these pirates, but each attempt proved futile.

Because these ghost ships could dive into the deep sea, these undead could lie at the bottom of the sea for years without being affected. Even the best swimmers in the Fury Tide Kingdom couldn’t last for more than a few hours underwater, so they had no way to deal with these undead pirates.

Fortunately, for some unknown reason, the Silent Night Pirate Group never landed ashore. If they began attacking cities, then the Fury Tide Kingdom would really be in deep trouble.

Monger Greyriver, young and energetic, took a serious interest in this infamous pirate gang and had tracked these pirates multiple times. The two sides had clashed on many occasions, with Monger Greyriver losing more than winning.

But embarrassingly, even with such a record, Monger Greyriver had become one of the “famous generals” of the Fury Tide Kingdom.

It was already a significant achievement to gain small advantages against these undead on occasion.

Monger Greyriver received many awards, but he wasn’t satisfied because he couldn’t accept the notion of a group of pirates prevailing over the kingdom. Perhaps it was because of this dissatisfaction that he made many contributions to the kingdom.

He improved his own Gale Ship, making the warship faster and more resilient; he invented a new type of detection magic that could detect other ships on the ocean over a large area through changes in the tides and storms; he collaborated with many Storm Priests to create many new types of strategic spells, and the Destruction Wild Thunder Magic Array, which is about to be perfected, is his pride and joy.

All of these were prepared for the Silent Night Pirate Group.

Phil had originally been traveling underwater with his fleet, but Amberser’s early arrival forced him to break away from the main force and surface to accelerate forward.

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Phil’s solo action was immediately recorded by the Sea Wind and tide, informing Monger Greyriver.

A ghost ship had broken off from the main group and was heading towards the West Coast of the Emerald Dream Forest.

Without any hesitation, Monger Greyriver immediately gave chase.

This couldn’t be a trap, for the Silent Night Pirates never used any schemes when they fought. They were like a pack of bloodthirsty sharks, frenziedly encircling their prey, biting fiercely, and after it was done, they would dive into the deep sea and vanish without a trace.

In all the records, there had never been an account of the pirate group playing any tricks with the Fury Tide Kingdom—it was always a direct confrontation. If they won, they would plunder viciously; if they lost, they would just flee directly.

True to form, this ghost ship recklessly collided in battle, commencing a boarding fight.

This was exactly the scenario Monger Greyriver loved to see. As long as he sacrificed a few ordinary warships, once he completed the Destruction Wild Thunder Magic Array, he would be able to destroy the ghost ship in one strike, giving it no chance to dive into the deep sea.

Everything had been going smoothly—the magic array was almost complete.

However…fate played a joke on him.

Four blazing meteors fell onto the Gale Ship one after the other.

The first one was blocked by the force shield on the Gale Ship, but the shield was also full of cracks. The second one smashed through the shield, hit the deck, and sent the ship’s bow plunging into the water while the stern reared up high, nearly breaking it into two.

The third one, smashed fiercely into the stern, piercing through the Gale Ship, and set it ablaze.

As for the last one… Monger Greyriver could no longer see it because before that, he had activated the Teleportation Magic and abandoned ship to escape.

He had to report the addition of a Legendary Mage to the Silent Night Pirate Group, only then could the sacrifice be deemed worthwhile.

Before leaving, he took a deep look at the sky, hoping to etch Amberser firmly in his memory, but unfortunately, all he saw was a ball of golden light, too dazzling to discern anything.

Amberser had no idea who Monger Greyriver was; he was solely focused on controlling his four meteors to ensure they all hit their target. The Golden Throne saved Amberser time in casting and enhanced the effect of his spells, but it didn’t help much with the accuracy.

The power of the School of Prophecy played a crucial role at this moment; the meteors that were supposed to fly erratically were firmly locked onto the Gale Ship by him, and the four meteors completely destroyed the flagship.

The meteors that pierced through the ship’s hull exploded at the bottom of the sea, raising gigantic waves that capsized the remaining warships of the Fury Tide Kingdom.

After dealing with these enemies, Amberser landed back on the sea surface.

By then, Phil had ordered the Ghost Ship to resurface and was ready to pick Amberser back onto the deck.

This simple-minded berserker seemed not good with words, repeatedly uttering only “impressive” and “too impressive.”

However, it was evident that Phil truly admired Amberser from the bottom of his heart; in this world, it was always the strong who earned respect.

Amberser wasn’t the kind to do good deeds anonymously; he informed Phil about the Tide Fury Navy’s plan, warning him, “If I hadn’t interrupted their casting just now, your Ghost Ship would have been completely destroyed, and you might have perished along with it. Are you always this reckless?”

Phil said in surprise, “They had that move? I’ve never seen them use these tactics before.”

“You’ve never seen it? How long has it been since you last fought them?” Amberser asked curiously.

Phil counted on his fingers and said, “If it’s about me, it’s been almost ten years since I last fought them. I’m not so clear about the others in the group; our captain has been sleeping all this time, so I rarely surface.”

“No wonder,” Amberser scoffed, the perception of time was vastly different between the undead and humans.

Humans being short-lived, ten years was a very long time for them, enough for a country to completely overhaul its army. New equipment, new tactics, new magic… ten years was enough for these things to change entirely.

According to the incomplete statistics of the Magical World, the time it took for human mages to develop new magic ranged from five to thirty years, after which most would give up. For the elf tribe, it was fifty to three hundred years, and even more ridiculous for the undead, ranging from a hundred to a thousand years.

This was a statistic from Legendary Magic Curse, and while it might not be entirely accurate, it was likely not far off.

Such was the gap. Despite the undead not needing to eat, drink, defecate, or sleep, which allowed them to research all day, the loss of these mundane desires led to a lack of inspiration. Additionally, high-ranking undead mostly kept to themselves and didn’t engage in regular academic discussions on a large scale like humans, making significant progress in magic research difficult.

Feeling was a very important thing. The undead, having lost their sensations, had only their obsessions left. They rarely experienced stimulation and this greatly reduced the chances of having a stroke of genius. Innovation often required not so much knowledge as it did that bit of inspiration.

It was because of this advantage that the world was dominated by humans, with other species unable to compare on a global scale.

Undead could lie dormant for years and when they reappeared, the enemy had changed, giving them a bit of a disadvantage in dealing with new situations.

But you can’t expect those with longevity to be as anxious as humans; just as you wouldn’t go to the station now if the coach wasn’t arriving for another three hours.

“You said just now that your captain has been in a deep sleep; what’s that about?” Amberser inquired.

“Just sleeping, is it strange for the undead to sleep? Usually, we have nothing else to do if we’re not robbing; we just sleep. It’s only been strange that our captain suddenly woke up lately. But isn’t this because of your visit, esteemed guest?” Phil replied.

Although Phil was also a Legendary Undead, he certainly wasn’t a member of the Elegy Poetry Society, otherwise he would have known it was the sudden appearance of the society’s president that was the big news, having spoken in the group chat.

Amberser pondered while stroking his chin, “Is there a login alert feature in the group? Why can’t I find it? Does the Elegy Poetry Society also require a paid subscription for access?”

When the president suddenly appeared last time, it seemed to be a warning to the foul-mouthed Vampire, Hake Stone, but others didn’t think so. Amberser remembered [Non-Vegetarianism] and [Mute] mentioning that a major event had occurred, and it was a millennia-spanning event.

What big event had happened on the continent a thousand years ago?

Amberser hadn’t been transported to this world at that time and couldn’t recall immediately; he figured he needed to go back and do some research.

Phil, unaware of Amberser’s thoughts, said to him, “Esteemed guest, there was a minor accident, but it’s been taken care of now, let’s continue our journey. However, I expect those humans might still seek trouble, I plan to dive below the sea to travel, what do you think?”

Diving beneath the sea, the Ghost Ship really was convenient.

Amberser was about to agree when suddenly he remembered a problem; his mechanical body seemed to lack waterproofing!