Chapter 2238 - 813: Is Josh Spoiling Them Too Much?

The ’Old Age Striking King,’ unaware of how much debt she had accrued for her beloved foster daughter, flipped open her tablet once again.

She meticulously reviewed the various rewards from the task chain and then accessed her costume page, admiring each outfit piece by piece.

She slowly put her tablet back into her little bag, clenched her small fists, and bravely punched the air twice: "Meow meow meow! I still really want it!"

Then she hesitated for two seconds before opening her mouth and attempting to say a word: "Meow meow meow meow meow!"

The ’Old Age Striking King’ rolled her eyes with supreme effort and then resolutely took out her mushroom cottage, turning around and walking inside.

When she reappeared, she was dressed in a tight-fitting black leather outfit.

Her lower half was clad in close-fitting leather shorts, and normally, such attire was paired with thigh-high boots.

But the ’Old Age Striking King’ wore knee-high rain boots instead.

The texture, resembling plastic, was very obvious... of course, there was no plastic in the game.

It was a latex material with a texture similar to hard plastic.

Thus, among the Undead Tribe, these rain boots were called ’rubber shoes,’ a name that harked back to a long time ago.

Of course, the Undead Tribe actually had better rainproof tools.

Like long boots made from snake skin, which were naturally waterproof, fireproof, and acid-resistant strange objects.

Even Hill would quietly collect some of them.

After all, often those magical snakes would take out the snake skin to sell themselves.

Anyway, they could have a large sheet every year or two.

In Toril, there was a species capable of conveying messages and even acting as intermediaries between these snakes and humans: the Serpent People.

When Chult was in trouble, although the Dinosaur God was somewhat reliable, giving his followers some time to escape.

But because he was closely connected to Chult, he needed to completely detach himself from the peninsula, leaving only enough power to move the tribes from deep within the peninsula to the coast.

Then he left these confused followers to the Undead Tribe.

If William hadn’t been a proper person, promptly stopping the eager Undead Tribe, once the big dinosaur came to his senses, those Serpent People and Lizardfolk would have been doomed.

Yet, perhaps because the Undead Tribe, though pointing fingers at them, wasn’t filled with malice like the Toril people... the Serpent People and Lizardfolk, unaware that these folks originally wanted to test if they were monsters, somehow remained friendly towards the Undead Tribe.

They even brought out a lot of snake skin for trading with the Undead Tribe.

Although the Undead Tribe was initially startled by their incomprehension, they quickly regained their spirits and cleaned out all the specialties from the Serpent People and Lizardfolk.

It turned out to be a win-win situation.

After all, although Utao rescued his followers, he wouldn’t save their property along with them.

Faced with leaving their homeland and drifting to foreign lands, they were empty-handed, and anyone would panic.

It was only because the Serpent People and Lizardfolk had portable small spaces, carrying precious items with them, that they didn’t immediately lie on the beach crying out to the heavens.

However, there’s another saying that wise people know... a broken home is worth countless treasures.

Considering the cost of rebuilding their homes, the Serpent People and Lizardfolk naturally would panic.

While the various materials they had were quite valuable, thinking about the camps in Chult belonging to Heim’s followers and Anmur’s mercenaries... both were notorious groups of slave traders in Toril.

Who dared have too much interaction with them?

While they wouldn’t go extinct, getting pressured to lower prices to the point of whitened faces and heart fatigue was inevitable.

Moreover, there was the potential for those bastards to steal their little ones... unless the Serpent People and Lizardfolk were desperate, they would never trade with those humans.

When trading with the Undead Tribe, they were genuinely frozen to the core, filled with terror.

After all, even if all the strong from their tribes gathered together, they were still outnumbered by the people on one ship of the Undead Tribe.

Even with all their young ones surrounded by crowds in the deepest part... a tacit agreement among all tribes... Utao’s followers remained frightened.

Nevertheless, the Undead Tribe offered them very fair prices.

Fair to the point where the Serpent People and Lizardfolk thought the Undead Tribe wasn’t buying the strange objects they had but themselves.

Terrified to tears, they were then angrily scolded and understood by the perplexed-tempered Undead Tribe... it might have been luck; unaware of the Undead Tribe’s attributes, these Serpent People and Lizardfolk elders chose the most broken ship.

And back then, the Undead Tribe didn’t have so many broken ships... only the Black Rose Family’s barely repaired yet still dilapidated large ship.

Black Rose never held back; they would scold when needed.

However, the serpent people and lizardfolk, who were scolded harshly, were unusually happy... although the words of the Undead Tribe were harsh, they understood the content.

This group of half-elves actually paid according to market price... although it was the wholesale market price.

The serpent people didn’t quite understand the whole direct sales from origin talk, but they quickly grasped the main point: they were crying tears of joy, not thinking the Undead Tribe offered a low price.

Then, they swiftly made the trade.

Although the Black Rose people were ultimately forced to give up a portion to their allies, they were still quite happy.

These were materials used for crafting clothing-type strange objects!

They were the most stable in price and easiest to sell in the Undead Tribe’s market.

Therefore, the Black Rose people were very friendly to these Utao followers... so friendly that when those big serpents rushed out of the jungle to find their friends, the Black Rose Family helped stop other Undeads who almost acted against them.

Since then, no matter where the serpent people moved, their trade with the Black Rose Family never ceased... Serpent people and lizardfolk are the type that ever only recognize the Black Rose emblem.

That’s why ’Lu Huayu’ is so polite to ’Young Master’ and ’Perfect Bald’... These two former rivals are the key figures who could strangle his family’s vital point, Ambori.

Chief Steward Lu has always had such good fortune... precisely stepping into the families of the two biggest roadblocks that definitely make things difficult for him.

Also, because of the good relations with these races, the Undead Tribe, especially the Black Rose Family, mostly wears rain-resistant clothing or close-fitting leather garments made from serpent skins.

From the lizardfolk, they mainly provided swamp plants... they are quite skilled in agriculture.

Like this heavy black leather jacket the ’Old Age Striking King’ is wearing, along with those heavy boots made from some tree sap product, normally, these would be considered garbage from the previous world.

Obviously, this female priestess, while she won’t easily discard the items in her bag, will sacrifice them when needed.

The ’Old Age Striking King’ looked around, then took out a pair of thin, delicate gloves... which seemed like outdated equipment for her as a fist fighter.

She then took a deep breath and rushed into the alley.

Hill thought, if she didn’t go in now, those masters in the alley, who were fully focused and waiting, would probably go insane first.

Ever since the grand screen was erected, more and more eyes were watching from the alley entrance.

Many were also watching from the buildings behind the ’Old Age Striking King.’

However, perhaps because more and more Undeads were entering, most people seemed to be observing the terrain and the state of the refugees.

Those who had been under Josh’s command for such a long time couldn’t possibly fall directly into evil now that he’s just left... after all, factions deal with actions rather than intentions.

So, discovering that the Undead Tribe wasn’t concerned about why no one followed the refugees from Josh’s Defense Tower, they felt a bit relieved... clearly, they knew their actions were letting Josh down.

But since Josh didn’t care, they felt justified in their actions.

However, when outsiders entered, their first reaction was to worry whether the deity behind Josh would hold it against them.

Of course, although they were anxious inside, it didn’t stop them from wanting to establish ’friendship’ with the Undead Tribe.

Therefore, the Undeads who entered this refugee camp were quite successful... except for the ’Old Age Striking King’ who stood at the entrance of this alley for half a day.

Her uniqueness naturally attracted much attention.

The ’Old Age Striking King’ certainly was aware of these gazes.

Even without many BUFFs enhancing her, she had always been sensitive to people’s gazes.

But to her, there was no strong enough opponent worth her attention in this refugee camp... she never cared about the attention of weaker enemies.

To her, it was just a difference between killing one or killing many.

The best part of the game is she doesn’t need to consider how much force to use to cause pain without causing death.

Just go all out.

The ’Old Age Striking King’ charged into the alley and casually swatted away a dirty little thief... how amusing, is it that in every place, the first sacrificial bait or tester is always a little thief?

Because, in the Evil Faction, being only able to steal things is the weakest and most incompetent manifestation?

However, the moment the little thief hit the ground silently, it seemed to enrage the miserable guys living in the shadows; a bunch of brawny men emerged from the corners, rushing directly at the female priest.

The ’Old Age Striking King’ instantly revealed a very happy smile, grabbed her big boots and jumped up.

Although she surely wouldn’t want this outfit anymore afterward... she was still delighted to have fresh bodies to step on.

Too bad the feeling of punching flesh was somewhat buffered.

Weird, why is there so much flesh... Josh, did you feed these guys too well?