Surviving The Fourth Calamity
Chapter 450 - 249 Some People Throw Away Their Previous Efforts, Some People Sow Discord

Chapter 450: Chapter 249 Some People Throw Away Their Previous Efforts, Some People Sow Discord

Hill sat leisurely at the bow of the ship, watching this comedy unfold.

The comedy was humorous enough to fill the entire Central City with laughter.

William had synchronized the video; the Undead Tribe could watch it on the tablet as well as on the giant screen at the elevator plaza.

They laughed very loudly, someone reciting out loud, "In the end, when they reached for me, there was no one left to speak for me."

Hill laughed, it seemed that although the worlds were different, some things still happened.

The higher-ups in the Forest of the Elves probably thought that those who associated with the original rebels just needed to follow orders.

Since they never said anything before, there was no need for them to speak for themselves now.

Those who drifted with the tide, once thinking whoever held power wouldn’t affect their lives, finally realized their stupidity at this moment.

So after some consideration, they contacted that half-demigod Druid and planned to journey with her into the wilderness, leaving the Forest of the Elves behind for good.

Having been treated as expendable, these somewhat intelligent individuals, of course, were no longer willing to risk their lives for the Forest of the Elves.

The Forest of the Elves initially had no objections; they could go as they liked, since there weren’t high expectations anyway.

But what the Elves completely did not anticipate was that the number leaving this time was exceedingly high.

The Dark Moon Elves, apart from those the Queen deemed loyal subordinates, all packed up with their families and left.

This Queen probably never imagined that the indifference about who took power was because the interests they truly cared about had not been affected.

When they felt that life in the Forest of the Elves might be worse than in the wilderness, they would simply take off without hesitation.

These Dark Moon Elves, who hadn’t felt unbearable pain even when the Goddess of the Hunt disappeared, would have no affection for any other deities or so-called leaders.

Those of the Chaos System, are beings of extreme self-interest.

Their thought process may seem incomprehensible, but their actions are decisive.

This schism, caused by the Elves’ senseless arrogance, ultimately led the whole world to witness a civil war among the Dark Moon Elves.

Whoever dared to stop them from leaving was their enemy, especially those scoundrels who saw them as a stepping stone for their surrender; there was even less to discuss.

If you have the skills, kill them all; if not, get out of the way quickly.

As for Virginia, she stood by quietly watching everything unfold, maintaining a nonchalant smile throughout.

Perhaps in her eyes, neither side was good, and so long as those seeking her help did not die, she had no need to intervene.

After all, it was a battle of Legends now, and the other side didn’t have a demigod yet!

If the Elves did not make a move, she was purely an observer.

Although Hill did not know what Virginia felt at the moment, judging by her current performance, she seemed to have shaken off her dejection and resurrected on the spot.

Those with a carefree spirit indeed led easier lives.

Perhaps the desire to trouble the Elven Royal Family outweighed the pain of losing her Divine Position; Hill thought her face was filled with the hope of ’Fight! Each defeat is a gain.’

Maybe for Virginia, failing to become the Lord of the Moon Elves was not her greatest defeat; what truly terrified her was seeing her enemies become the patron deities of her race.

If most of the Dark Moon Elves indeed went to the wilderness, then the Lord of the Dark Moon Elves appointed by the Forest of the Elves would likely get nothing beyond a title, not even a Divinity.

Being unable to step out of the Elven God King’s Divine Kingdom, they’d be no different from the Saints who enter the Divine Kingdom after death.

While Virginia didn’t gain anything, her enemies didn’t succeed either.

To her, was this a silver lining in her misfortune?

Hill glanced sideways at the Dark Moon Elves gradually leaving the Forest of the Elves, moving in the direction of Central City.

The Legends fought fiercely overhead, not at all impacting the other Dark Moon Elves’ moving proceedings.

These Dark Moon Elves seemed not to be heading straight for the wilderness, but rather to the Half-Elf Kingdom.

Logically, his shrewd grandmother wouldn’t do something to offend the Forest of the Elves.

But Hill understood why she had to take in these migrants.

Who, after all, asked for her cooperation with Virginia, which had only been half-completed?

If Virginia intended to let these Dark Moon Elves have a brief respite in the Half-Elf Kingdom, Queen Viola indeed could not refuse.

Unless she had the ability to make Virginia one of the candidates for the Lord of the Dark Moon Elves.

Since she did not, she naturally had to risk offending the Forest of the Elves.

The only relief for the Queen might be that even if the Dark Moon Elves were discriminated against in the Forest of the Elves, they would still not look down upon the Half-Elves.

No matter how well Viola built her country, the Dark Moon Elves would not stay in the Half-Elf Kingdom.

So she could only grit her teeth and endure, silently waiting for these Dark Moon Elves to organize and set off for the wilderness to establish their own nation.

Hill suspected that Virginia’s willingness to help might be because she, too, wanted a go at being a queen?

To survive in the wilderness, the Dark Moon Elves could truly only rely on Virginia.

At least, among the half-elf demigods, this was the one least likely to collude with the Forest of the Elves.

Virginia, if she were to establish a nation, the most pitiable would be Queen Viola.

The materials needed to establish a country can only be provided by the Half-Elf Kingdom.

Owing a favor to Virginia, Viola’s path to becoming the God of Half-Elves would probably become quite difficult.

The winds high in the sky were gradually growing stronger, Hill stuffed his wildly fluttering hair behind his ears without a care, happily tucking them away.

This Virginia, along with her grandmother, Hill intended to respectfully avoid.

People who could not be killed directly with force but who nevertheless annoyed him, the only option was to perpetually ignore them and not engage.

However, to see someone he disliked wracking their brains, pulling every trick, offending most, and ending up with their efforts being in vain—now that was something worth toasting to.

Hill took out a bottle of fruit wine and indulged in a delightful sip.

After all their trouble, the greatest achievement of these two ladies was killing the Half-Elf Legendary Mage that Hill also disliked.

Thinking about it made Hill so happy that he decided to take another drink.

Hill cocked his head slightly, listening to the quiet discussions of the mages floating around the cloud ships.

Those sneaky glances at him and the surreptitious whispers, Hill felt and heard all of them.

Most were talking about the queen’s relationship with Hill, with no one thinking there was anything wrong with him giving up his position as the heir.

Any mage who could be here would at least understand what Legendary Laws meant.

A minor Half-Elf Crown Prince was nothing worth their attention.

Being human mages, they also wouldn’t hold the Elf Deity System in such high regard, especially since Agleya had just risen to the starry sky, a status much higher than that of a Divine Subordinate of the Elves.

Hill didn’t care for their sour words. Even if they attributed all his achievements to luck, what of it!

He himself knew how careful he had been to get to where he was today.

And yet, there were still those who did not understand why Hill did not mediate between Agleya and the Moon Elves in the starry sky; they even wondered if he wasn’t afraid of conflict arising between the two.

Though spoken in hushed tones, Hill could decipher their implications.

Those who spoke thus were either fools or knaves.

There weren’t that many foolish mages, so such a coordinated dialogue could only be the work of knaves.

The Divine Kingdom of Agleya needed only one voice—that of Agleya herself.

Hill couldn’t possibly speak for her while she was still young.

Agleya only seemed young; both her IQ and EQ were certainly not low.

The reason for her childlike appearance was because her Divine Power was not yet fully developed.

Why do you think no deities dared to provoke her after she ascended to the starry sky? It’s not just because she’s a born Law God.

It’s also because, even as a child, her Divine Power was already comparable to that of Silvermoon.

Once she accumulates enough Divine Power to assume the form of an adult Goddess, who knows how powerful she will become!

Even the Dwarf Deity System has not attempted to test Agleya; nobody’s a fool.

Agleya is obviously the type that only grows stronger if you fail to kill her.

No one wants to be the first target for her to practice on.

As a father who has raised his child, there is only so much Hill can get involved in.

The power of a king is supreme, let alone that of a Main God!

Are these people trying to instigate a conflict between Hill and Agleya?

Hill turned his head unceremoniously, looking at those few mages who were discussing, and memorized their faces.

Under Hill’s scrutinizing gaze, those mages stiffened and swiftly left.

"Fools from the Mage Association!" a Legendary Mage muttered quietly to his companion, "Always thinking themselves smarter than everyone else, sticking out their hands everywhere. Who’s palm have they greased this time to spread rumors? They’ll end up with nowhere to be buried."

He had indeed set up an Isolation Array, so he spoke without restraint.

But what these people didn’t know was that the voices Hill heard were carried to his ears by the wind; if their Isolation Array did not block the wind, then to Hill, it was as if it didn’t exist.

"Rettel Muen!" his companion warned in a hushed tone, "That one’s still down there! Who knows if he can hear voices through the Isolation Array!

I know you dislike the Mage Association, but since you’ve come out from your seclusion to enjoy the show, try to restrain yourself a bit!

If he wants to kill you, as a friend, all I can do is help collect your body."

"Alright! Alright! How would he pay attention to a small-time legend like me?!" Rettel Muen patted his companion’s shoulder, "I really think this place is good to live in for a few years, what about you?"

"You’ve decided not to live in seclusion anymore?"

"This is the perfect place to hide one’s self!"

Hill tilted his head; this one was a Legendary Laws Mage, supposedly the Mage Association bunch wouldn’t really dare to offend him.

Rettel Muen? He committed the name to memory, planning to inquire about it with Adrian next time.