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Chapter 587 - 587 137 Bounced Check_1

587: Chapter 137, Bounced Check_1 587: Chapter 137, Bounced Check_1 “So they have finally arrived!”

Are they trying to play tricks, or did someone predict that they would come here?

Without waiting for Hudson to ask, the phantom started to tremble and frantically said: “You are not him!”

“You are not him!”

…

If it keeps repeating this sentence, how could it have a joyful conversation?

“Senior, whom are you referring to as ‘him’ in your words?”

Hudson couldn’t help but interrupt.

As though realizing his misbehavior, the phantom said tremulously: “Him, it’s him!”

“No!”

“You are him, yet not him!”

…

Hearing the phantom’s nonsensical words, Hudson was utterly bewildered.

He wasn’t a philosopher, so the whole “You are him, yet not him” completely baffled him.

However, reason reminded him that there was no need to argue with a remnant spirit.

Especially in this mysterious palace, going against its owner was highly risky.

“Who would have thought that a blink had taken us to the end of an era?

A hundred thousand years just passed by like that.

But the world’s rules now seem much more stable compared than during the Ancient Era, and fewer terrifying creatures should appear.

Kid, time for the great cleansing is coming fast.

If you don’t want to die, you better get stronger quick!

Anyway, you should leave now.

Do not disturb my slumber unless he truly returns!”

As soon as the words fell, a man and a bear appeared on the surface of the lake.

Thankfully, Hudson responded quickly, timely grabbing Belsden’s bear fur, otherwise he would have fallen into the lake.

Once again gazing at the lake center island, the original isle was rapidly sinking, and several ancient trees suddenly came to life, turning into Tree People guards, swiftly entering the Underground Palace.

With the exception of the rippling lake water, all that remained were a bewildered man and bear staring at each other, wide-eyed.

Now, all Hudson could think of was: “End of an era, monsters, great cleansing!”

Originally, he wanted to ask more questions, but recalling his earlier encounter, he truly didn’t dare to risk disturbing the palace’s owner again.

There were always stories of big calamities occurring every ten thousand years on the Continent of Aslante.

Each time after a catastrophe erupted, the civilization of the continent would drastically regress.

Many continental overlords have become sacrifices for these disasters, gradually declining from prosperity.

Seeing the end of the hundred-thousand-year era approaching, Hudson had been guessing in his heart that this time, it might be something out of the ordinary.

But “great cleansing” was undoubtedly a terrifying concept.

A cleansing against all races across the continent might result in the disappearance of countless species from the river of history.

There were very few species that survived the last great cleansing, and the species that appeared afterward seemed like they were starting anew.

Whether they were indigenous or alien, no one could say for sure.

Hudson didn’t dare to imagine the secrets hidden behind all of this.

It was all due to bad luck.

If he had time-traveled a few hundred years earlier or later, he wouldn’t have had to worry about these problems.

Unfortunately, he had time-traveled at this critical juncture and had no choice but to face them.

The only consolation was that the great cleansing did not necessarily mean certain death.

Many species have survived and even thrived.

“Belsden, is there information about the great cleansing in your inherited memories?”

Hudson asked hopefully.

From the murals, it could be seen that the Earth Bear Tribe had also survived the last catastrophe.

Such important information would undoubtedly be passed down in their memories, if there were no accidents.

“There was only one mention: Great Cleansing- Dangerous!

I don’t know which irresponsible bear wrote this.

An important piece of information like this should be recorded in more detail!”

Hearing Belsden’s complaint, Hudson shook his head.

Maybe this wasn’t irresponsibility, but an unwilling compromise.

Regardless, this trip was not in vain.

Not only did they replenish their energy, but they also accidentally glimpsed a hint of the big disaster’s information from the prehistoric relics.

Although they didn’t know what kind of enemy they needed to face, being prepared in advance was always better than being unprepared.

Upon return to the camp, Hudson’s thoughts went back to the battlefield.

As the Chief Logistics Officer, he had to handle a lot of daily affairs.

Duke Cavadia had led the troops to fight, and Marquis James was coordinating with various powers on the front line.

There was no third deputy commander to share the work behind the lines.

Although he dared to think about decentralizing power to the nobles below, he dared not implement it.

If the name is not right, the words will not be smooth.

Without the kingdom’s appointment, Hudson had no way to convince everyone by designating someone in charge.

If they were careless and caused trouble, the first to bear the responsibility would still be him, the commander-in-chief.

Looking at the progress of various forces, Hudson quickly realized that something was not right.

The orcs’ resistance was much weaker than expected.

The ones coming out to fight the Allied Forces to the death now were almost all local tribes, or relocated orc tribes.

The five royal clans’ armies, made few appearances.

Each time they made a quick attack and retreated immediately if unsuccessful, never engaging with Allied Forces in decisive battles.

Apart from some small groups that suffered significant losses on the battlefield due to insufficient cooperation, the major powers weren’t damaged much.

Murmuring a curse about the orcs being “cowards”, Hudson had to admit, that however, the Orc Empire did have strategists.

The current situation was: For every mile the orcs retreated, the Allied Forces’ logistics would extend another mile.