Chapter 1357 - 1034: Seeking Help from Others_2

Chapter 1357: Chapter 1034: Seeking Help from Others_2

Ten minutes later, the gates of the Dragon Scales Village opened once more.

Thousands of fanatical Dog-headed Men brandished their weapons, holding high banners that had just been painted. The steel war chariots belched thick smoke again, outlined with black ink depicting the sacred badge of Bahamut.

The massive crowd surged like a tide into the darkness.

Soon, they disappeared.

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Half an hour later, the elder was awakened by the sound of alarms.

Opening her eyes, she saw the projection of the guards behind the curtains.

"What’s going on?" she asked.

"Your Excellency, someone has arrived; it’s people from the Dragon Scales Village, too many to count!" the guard said anxiously. "A few minutes ago, they crossed the boundary monument, they’re almost at the village gates."

War?!

The first conclusion emerged in the elder’s mind but disappeared quickly. She asked again, "What about the sentry post?"

"It seems they didn’t hide or launch an offensive, they even notified us when passing by, telling us to report to the village. They also said..."

The guard paused, "They also said they want to see the elder."

"Alright, I understand."

The elder got up, donned her grey robe, and instructed, "First go tell the people on the wall to remain vigilant, to avoid triggering a conflict."

A few minutes later, in the firelight, she saw the formation halted on the other side of the river.

Without any attempt at concealment, they were even grandly singing hymns, holding high the firelight to display their array.

And at the very front, on top of the extinguished chariot, sat a familiar figure, leisurely plucking a string of poisonous wild fruits.

The oozing juice dyed his fingers green.

The pits, capable of causing a giant beast to howl in death, were carelessly tossed into his mouth, disappearing with a crisp chewing sound.

Upon seeing the elder on the wall, he waved a gesture.

Smiled.

The elder was momentarily taken aback, then swiftly descended along the rope, walking up to the forefront of the Dragon Scales Village’s legion, directly asking:

"Mr. Huai Shi, what brings you here?"

"Employment."

Huai Shi made no attempt to conceal his purpose: "For certain reasons, I need to cleanse this area of Hell. Elder, are you interested in working for me?"

The elder was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "What if I refuse?"

"Then I would ask you not to get involved in the matter."

Huai Shi calmly responded: "Rest assured, I wouldn’t go so far as to draw swords against those I once fought alongside over this minor issue.

You only need to act as if nothing has happened. Shut the doors, ignore any knocks, and in a few days, it will be over."

In the brief silence, the elder quietly looked at Huai Shi, and Huai Shi looked back at her.

After a while, the snake-man slowly lowered her head:

"How many people do you need?"

"The more, the better."

Huai Shi said, "Although more is better, in truth, I am clueless in commanding and deploying. Therefore, you may determine the specifics of battle strategy yourselves.

As long as the objective is achieved, you’ll have full autonomy."

The elder nodded: "Then there will be six hundred of the Undead Army and twelve hundred White Scale Guards fighting for you. However, life has a price.

Mr. Huai Shi, how much can you offer?"

Huai Shi raised his hand.

The long-waiting Dog-headed Men carried two large boxes to her.

The massive iron boxes, stamped with the badge of the Ivory Tower, were full of colorful metal pieces.

Currency formed from Hell’s sediment and the remnants of disaster.

With numerous uses, accepted throughout many Hells and recognized by traveling merchants.

"This is the deposit."

Huai Shi said, "And besides Source Crystals and relics, all spoils and territories will be yours."

The elder shook her head: "The things in Hell are of no use to you. Moreover, with the Withered King’s blood tax, even if the Rusty Tower Forest is given to us, we couldn’t afford it."

"What about the protection of the Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy?" Huai Shi asked.

The elder shook her head again: "The Current Circumstances are too far, the Ivory Tower is out of reach."

Huai Shi thought for a moment, unable to think of any more tempting chips, and helplessly shook his head: "Then you must let me hear your conditions."

"We do not need territory, for if your plan succeeds, we may not be able to stay in the Rusty Tower Forest either."

"Do you need me to find an escape route for you? That could be a bit troublesome."

Huai Shi spread his hands: "I have many enemies in Hell, but not many friends. Or do you wish to turn to the Chef Demon Committee or the Hell Music Association? In that case, I could write you a recommendation letter."

"No, we can go to other deeper Snake-man Villages. With spoils and payment, establishing a new village wouldn’t be difficult."

The elder thought for a moment and said: "However, aside from these payments, we have seven hundred young and over a thousand eggs, and sixty-some pregnant ones."

She looked to Huai Shi, solemnly saying: "You must personally preside over the transformation ritual for them, helping them avoid the fate of premature death."

For a moment, Huai Shi was slightly astonished.

The transformation ritual, although not clearly understood, should be a mystic ritual used in Snake-man Villages to ensure the stability of newborns and pregnant women.

To some extent, Huai Shi was indeed an excellent choice.

After all, he was the Soloist.

The protector of the young.

With his presidency, the effect of the ritual would undoubtedly be many times stronger.

To this, he had no reason to object.