Chapter 1272 - 854: Adventurers of the Tariel Continent (Part 3)

Chapter 1272: Chapter 854: Adventurers of the Tariel Continent (Part 3)

Sebastian mimicked a pretentious tone, his voice dripping with extreme sarcasm.

"’Don’t the Night Watchers have that big flying Iron Flower? That ship is larger than a castle! Just let them handle it!’"

He spat fiercely, and his tone became increasingly angry.

"Bullshit! They don’t even know what a rift looks like! Who knows what contaminated things might jump out from some godforsaken corner?"

His voice was filled with contempt and disdain for the old nobles who only occupied their positions but did nothing.

The existence of Night Watchers has greatly influenced the order of the original world. Now, all the high-ranking nobles are somewhat precarious.

Yet they both hate and despise the Night Watchers, while not daring to confront them.

On the other hand, they can’t do without the Night Watchers, buying the vast quantities of supplies they bring and other things they originally could not enjoy.

Young nobles like them knew about the rise of the Night Watchers since they were very small.

Furthermore, with the Night Watchers spread out through the nodes everywhere and the newspapers starting to publish various novel things.

This generation of young nobles has witnessed firsthand how the Night Watchers grew step by step.

The words of their elders simply cannot erase reality.

Year after year, day after day, the publicity about the apocalypse and protecting the world by the Night Watchers indeed influenced these young nobles.

To this day, the young nobles have long transformed some kind of thought internally.

This thought will torment them and give them rebirth.

Klaus stopped shaving the jerky, expressionlessly throwing the last bit of scraps into his mouth, chewing it with a crunching sound, like grinding his teeth.

"Tell them," his deep voice carrying an indisputable firmness, "either send supplies with real Gold Coins, or send those bunch of Silver-platated ’Knight masters’ with some real gear to help guard!

"Stop hugging the magic crystal veins in their territories counting Gold Coins all day long! Can that be used as food or worn as armor? Waiting till the Void crawls into their ’tea party’ to cry? Useless!" He hadn’t finished speaking.

"Woo—Bang!!!"

A shrill whistle and a massive crash almost simultaneously shattered the calm of the gorge.

It was the loud noise of the alloy gate being violently struck.

From the high lookout tower came an exhaustive alarm: "East! A large swarm of crystalline insects are rushing over! Captain! They’ve bypassed the second warning post! We need molten fire explosives!"

Klaus, like an enraged bear, abruptly stood up, the gigantic warhammer instantly in hand, metal boots sparking on the stone.

"Get moving!"

His roaring voice instantly drowned out all the clamor, charging towards the door that had just suffered a heavy blow, emitting a metallic moan.

"Sebastian! Relay the message back! Word for word! Tell those old parasites—either send supplies! Or send troops! Stop hogging the resources and doing nothing! Nest in the mines waiting to die? Crap of noble honor!!"

His roaring was drowned out by the fierce explosions of alchemical explosives further away.

Outside the stronghold, the vast silver-white Iron Flower Structure suspended in mid-air, quietly rotating, rapidly adjusted its energy screen extension, concentrating a denser light covering towards the east side of the stronghold.

The light flowing on the blades skimmed over the wall, reflecting dust-covered faces and blood marks not yet wiped away on the members hurriedly rushing to their posts, and the fighting spirit burning in their eyes.

Survival forever remains the simplest, most hardcore rule in this pioneer zone.

To hold on to the wealth they fought for, they must use blood! Use flesh!