"How co we haven’t taken it yet, it’s been seven days, what are you doing?"
A young priest nearby softly said: "First Elder, every ti you go to rest, the man inside also goes to sleep. And we don’t know where he’s getting food from, so he can keep holding on."
"What? When he’s sleeping, we should intensify our attack. Why are we waiting?" The First Elder was even more furious.
"Because whenever you’re sleeping, our slave war fighters stop putting in effort, claiming they’re afraid of being poisoned without your magic. The other warriors, I simply cannot control them." He was at his wit’s end as well.
The First Elder squinted his eyes in understanding. Without him there to watch, the slaves might be sowhat obedient but would definitely be working grudgingly, and not a single one of the warriors would be willing to charge in. If they get poisoned and there’s no one to cure them, that wouldn’t be good. The warriors have had their fair share of experiences with intense poisons.
"Then, from now on I will drag this out along with that man. I’ll find an opportunity to pretend to rest. When he falls asleep, you co tell . We’ll take advantage of his sleep to launch a full-force attack. We must kill this white man."
With the plan set, everyone quickly began to carry it out.
The First Elder had no other choice. Over the past few days, the southern chaos hasn’t been eliminated. Instead, it has continued to worsen.
Even the First Elder sensed sothing wrong at this point because this had alard the tribal leader. If it weren’t for the strong fighters here, who could also fly, the tribal leader would have sent him to the south by now.
The other Elders had already set off to the south one after another. But the situation in the south was terrible. There really were quite a few powerful white n causing trouble everywhere.
Because of Du You’s experience, the remaining four teams were more cautious and prevented the black n from seizing an opportunity to surround them. In fact, their teams would never drift too far apart from each other so that they could reinforce each other in case of an unexpected situation.
They weren’t as resistant as Du You, so they still needed to help each other.
At the bottom of a slope, Ghost King was controlling hundreds of his zombies in a face-off against the enemy. After days of practice, Ghost King’s ability level had improved, and the number of zombies he could control increased.
Ghost King was feeling more and more fond of this type of warti mission. "I wonder how Du You is doing. Can he withstand it? This level of strength is horrifying."
Tiger King grimaced: "Didn’t we just interrogate a captive? Very few warriors from the north have co to assist the south now, they must have been held back." Tiger King was growing more and more disillusioned with Du You.
He seed cheerful and sunny on the surface, but deep down he was no different from other Undead Mages, harboring a dark heart.
By this ti, Du You was also feeling annoyed because he found out that his resting schedule seed to have been discovered. The enemy was using this pattern to mislead him. But he had no choice. If the First Elder didn’t rest, Du You wouldn’t dare to rest either.
Thankfully, he was full of energy. Who knew who could outlast whom? However, if he couldn’t find ti to rest, even a fully-invigorated Du You could probably only hold out for three more days.
But the continuous battles of the past few days had provided large gains for Du You. In order to hold on longer, Du You had raised his level and skills to level 10. This ti, he didn’t need to absorb fewer Crystal Coins to suppress his level because he had already reached his limit. Right now he couldn’t absorb a single white or red Crystal Coin.
His panel indicated that he had reached the pinnacle of tier one. To enter tier two, he needed to carry out a promotion task.
Now, under the pressure of a major mission, Du You had no choice but to accept the promotion task. Therefore, Du You could only maintain a level 10 status. But under this kind of siege, upgrading a level wouldn’t provide much of an advantage.
Although his magic power was stronger, there wasn’t a significant difference.
Du You was sowhat regretful. He thought it would have been better if he hadn’t been so conspicuous earlier. If he could move freely in the vicinity, he would definitely play a bigger role, and wouldn’t be so harassed he didn’t even have the ti to rest.
While he was wondering whether to summon the Death Scorpion, he suddenly felt heat radiating in his chest. Du You had an idea and took out the paper from his chest against the cliff wall.
On the paper, a line of black text appeared. "The big ship is built, and the white n’s army will be here soon. Everyone, prepare for support." This was a ssage from the rear.
"It turns out the ship is ready, I can rest easy now." He didn’t have to hold out here for another three days. Once the large ship arrives and a large number of white n’s troops start to kill, the black n will no longer be able to surround him here.
Moreover, he had tied down the major forces of the black n. He had contributed greatly. Just the black n who had reached the second tier and died in his hands had already reached over twenty. Although he didn’t know what this number ant to the black people, it was definitely not few.
What Du You didn’t know was that in the team in the south, the team that had the most kills only killed eight second-tier black n. Moreover, it was done by two people working together, which was completely incomparable with Du You’s side.
Although their combat power was also strong, they didn’t have an ability as bizarre as Du You’s. That Disintegration Spell, as long as it can’t be blocked, is not much different from the killing array spell.
Originally considering whether to summon Death Scorpion, Du You abandoned the idea.
"Damn black n, when your backyard is on fire, let you taste my fury." Du You stared at the black n, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes. He was so tornted that even his good temper couldn’t bear it anymore.
On the southern island, a large number of whites were quickly gathering, carrying their weapons, and continuously joining the large ship.
"Quick, quick, quick, speed up, don’t block the way, we don’t have much ti. We must eliminate the black people in one go this ti, to remove this threat." All of the white n, upon hearing about the mission to wipe out their age-old enemies in one sweep, were extrely excited. This threat had always existed in their mories and now they could finally resolve it.
Zhang Yu looked at the manufactured large wooden ship, excitent and joy flashed in his eyes. "We are really saved thanks to you this ti. If it were not for your Maker profession, we would need at least twice the ti to finish these wooden boats."
"Oh no, it’s nothing. If you didn’t help, I wouldn’t be able to do it on my own." These boats were rushed out. Many simple ones were crafted with the help of the whites, which is why they looked very rough, but they were still usable.
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