Ding!
Ding! Ding!
Almost at the same time,
all the lords who were staring at their magic books received a message from the Lord Channel.
Everyone clicked into it without hesitation, because after these past few days they had finally understood one thing, only by making the players in their own region live better could they possibly win this Lord War.
Excluding today, there were still 7 days left in the Lord War.
That is, one week.
So every single day from here on out was critical for them.
Because of that, every notification from the Lord Channel had to be studied with full attention. As long as you performed just a bit better in each lord trial, you could surpass seventy percent of the other lords.
Ten lords in Area A, three survive.
Ten into three, not exactly hard, but definitely not easy either.
Because no one knew what kind of methods each lord possessed. Take the lord of Region 7, Ethan, for example. At the beginning, no one thought highly of him.
After all, this guy had nothing, no team, no army, not even a single subordinate.
Yet it was precisely someone like him who had obtained a massive amount of resources. Not only was he living extremely well himself, but even the players in his region were benefiting from him, each living better than these lords themselves.
How could that not make these lords angry?
"Lord David, this lord mission seems a bit bad this time."
Michael, the top general under the lord of Region 2, leaned over to look at the magic book in David's hands and said, "After the extreme cold night, it's followed immediately by three days of polar night."
"For lord-level players who have more resources, it's naturally not much pressure. After all, both food and firewood have been stockpiled by their subjects."
"But for the players, it won't be so easy to survive."
"Not to mention whether the regional players will go hungry after several days without food, just looking at this awful weather now, the next few days probably won't get any better."
"If the players in our region can't go out to gather wood for warmth, they might freeze to death in their homes."
"Mm."
Hearing this, David slightly frowned, "Then what do you suggest?"
Michael wasn't human, but a fox that had gained intelligence. It could stand upright and speak human language. It was said its ancestor was a reincarnated nine-tailed fox, though its bloodline had now degraded and it could no longer become one.
But even if it couldn't become a nine-tailed fox, the cunning nature of a fox hadn't changed.
Michael was well-known in the main city as a know-it-all. Later, it encountered danger in the Mist Forest and was saved by David, after which they signed a master-servant contract, becoming David's top general (pet).
"I can help Lord conduct a divination. Maybe we can find a way out," Michael opened its long fox mouth, its voice carrying a thin, sharp tone, almost like a parrot imitating human speech, "If there truly is no way out, Lord David doesn't need to worry too much. I can take you to hide in the magic cave near the main city until the lord mission ends. It might be a bit hard, but it will definitely guarantee the safety of the players in your region."
"Why? Don't those Spirit-Seizing Void creatures exist near the main city or something?", David asked in return.
The furry Michael nodded seriously, "Naturally! Not only are there large numbers of city defense troops near the main city, but also the protective barrier constructed by Archmage Youla is no joke."
"Those Spirit-Seizing Void creatures don't dare approach the Archmage's barrier at all. If they do, they'll just become nutrients for it."
"Archmage Youla?", David repeated, "A woman? Sounds pretty powerful?"
"Archmage Youla isn't just a woman, she's also a stunning beauty," Michael said proudly when mentioning her, "When I was in the main city, I saw Archmage Youla once. She was heading to the Magic Association, but got lost. Hahaha, she's really beautiful and truly powerful, but a bit absent-minded!"
"Is that so? If I get the chance to go to the main city, I should get to know her."
"Lord, with your looks and conditions, I think you have a good chance."
Michael raised its little bean-like eyebrows.
But Lord David waved his hand, "Alright, enough nonsense! Hurry up and help me divine what I should do next. If it doesn't work out, I'll have to notify the players in Region 2 to gather and prepare to retreat at any moment."
"Got it! Please wait a moment, Lord!"
After saying that, Michael began performing a strange dance on the spot.
As it danced, it even used the claws on its feet to carve a strange symbol into the ground, looking like some primitive tribal ritual to pray to the gods.
This bizarre dance went on for a full ten minutes before it finally stopped.
Then, as it prostrated itself and kowtowed toward the formation it had carved, the entire ground lit up with a massive glow.
In the center of the light array, a phantom of a nine-tailed fox appeared, its mouth opening and closing as if it were speaking.
David couldn't hear anything, but Michael kept bowing repeatedly.
Whoosh!
Even long after the light array disappeared, Michael remained lying flat on the ground, not getting up for a long time.
"So, what did it say?", David asked impatiently, "What exactly did your ancestor say?"
"Lord, my ancestor said that if we want to survive this crisis, there's only one way."
"What way?"
"That is… that is…"
"That is what?", David grew impatient, "Can you cut the nonsense and just say it."
"That is to… to go find the lord of Region 7 and cooperate. Only then might we help our entire Region 2 get through this crisis," Michael forced himself to say it, "Ancestor also said… also said…"
"What else?", David was clearly dissatisfied after hearing this result.
Although the lord of Region 7 had shown great strength in the world channel, he himself was still the lord of Region 2. And while he didn't have particularly strong abilities, he did have a special one.
This ability he had never told anyone, Luck.
From childhood to now, he had always been lucky.
When he was born, he became the son of a wealthy tycoon in Dragon Nation. Not long after his birth, the family business prospered rapidly, which made his entire family dote on him immensely.
After all, he was someone who could bring good fortune to the family.
But… success came from luck, and failure also came from luck.
Because he was too favored, it drew the dissatisfaction of other family members, who even secretly poisoned him.
Yet who would have thought, after one sleep, he woke up in this bizarre world.
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