CHAPTER 871: CHAPTER 599 SEA GOD_2

They already knew they were not from the Eastern Continent, so there was no need to hide.

"The prophecy once said that the Water God would be enraged here, and the ocean would engulf everything, drowning all land creatures without gills."

"Did it mention when? A prophecy should specify the time."

"It was supposed to come true about a hundred years ago, but as you can see, the land under our feet is still very solid, as hard as iron, and the seeds we plant cannot break through the ground."

"It seems that prophecies can sometimes be inaccurate."

"No, part of it is quite accurate," Soc said. "Land creatures without gills are becoming fewer and fewer. Perhaps without the ocean flooding everything, land creatures would die out first."

They arrived at the Cape, their eyes spanning across the opposite shore, the target of their journey.

There was a high probability that there would be no war, as long as the old knight Rad was alive, and they had passed by Cape Camp on their way to the giant beast restricted area.

The lord there was a pair of sisters.

Among the many lords who liked to plunder and expand outward, they were very gentle, accepting the elderly, children, women, and the disabled.

Of course, this also has to do with them living in the Iron Plain.

Unless necessary, no one wanted to come to this forsaken place.

Poverty was enough to avoid many crises.

Even Soc felt that his actions might be relying on the compassion of Lord Lind to handle some personal matters; no lord would need children with weak combat abilities and little productivity.

Even though Lord Lind had said that all lands along the way should be taken, Soc thought that "all" should refer to resource-rich territories where the gains would outweigh everything.

Otherwise, just the resources spent to lead such a powerful team to occupy Cape Camp might far exceed the gains after occupation.

It would be an absolute loss.

So, taking Cape Camp without bloodshed was the first step, and next, he needed to win a beautiful victory to show Lord Lind that his investment was not a waste.

"Set up camp here. We need boats. No one wants to touch the water. The seawater can devour people and sprout sticky tentacles." Soc looked up at the sky; it wouldn’t be long until dark.

"Night is unsafe. I don’t know about your world, but here... it is."

The undead gathered in clusters, lighting thick smoke; some even tried to approach the sea to feel if something in the water would suddenly grab them.

Their activities naturally attracted the attention of Cape Camp.

"I am Soc Red Furnace."

When magic swept over, a phantom figure was projected before Soc.

The other side was astonished at Soc’s strong and tall body.

"I know you, the Cape sisters," Soc said. "The lord I serve needs your fealty."

"Fealty? Are you sure?" the Cape sisters asked in surprise. "Why?"

"Because this is the necessary path for the army to advance."

Soc feared their rejection.

"Our lord has hundreds of thousands of warriors. You can feel it; those following me are less than one percent."

"We agree to pledge our loyalty!" The Cape sisters nodded immediately.

They were struggling alone; having someone to help them bear the burden almost felt like a dream—only a fool would refuse.

"It looks like we’ve reached an agreement. I will bring some people to the Cape."

The communication ended.

Soc left the tent, casually taking a hundred-strong undead team with him. He had obtained a thick list during the action, allowing him to pick the warriors he wanted.

But after browsing for a while, Soc gave up, as there were too many and he couldn’t finish reading them all.

Cape Camp had boats that took them across the coast to the opposite shore.

The boats were not large, carrying one or two hundred people was already their limit.

The seemingly close camp still took more than half an hour to reach by boat.

At the entrance of Cape Camp, they saw the Cape sisters, dressed in clean clothes, nervously watching Soc and the undead who were looking around behind him.

They couldn’t miss the chance to cling to a bigger power.

"Please follow me."

The Cape sisters led the way in front.

Due to the urgent time, they hadn’t had a chance to tidy up the territory.

The disabled, children, and others watched in awe and reverence the warriors in armor glowing with magic.

An undead took out some dried meat and handed it to a little one by the roadside.

The child didn’t dare to move after receiving the food, standing obediently.

Other children gathered silently around, not saying a word, just looking at him with eager eyes.

"I’m carrying only jars and bottles. I don’t have much to eat," the undead said awkwardly, "just a few snacks."

The children looked disappointed but still didn’t dare to speak.

Living in a survival-of-the-fittest world for so long, they knew not to provoke armored warriors.

"Hey, does anyone have food? Give me some!" the undead turned to his companions.

"Yes, but I won’t give it to you."

"Why not?"

"I wouldn’t give it myself."

The advance of the team slowed down, as more and more undead took out their food.

"We should kill more giant beasts; they are pure meat mountains."

"Stop kidding, their muscles are harder than iron, who could chew that, I’m saving them to forge blades."

At the front of the team, Soc turned around to look at the undead, alongside the Cape sisters.

It was hard to reconcile their insane yet orderly attack poses with their current demeanor.

Soc believed he understood these crazy warriors enough, but now he discovered it wasn’t enough.

From this action, the Cape sisters expressed their immediate willingness to pledge loyalty, and their request was simple—hoping for more opportunities to live, like doing some manageable work, and exchanging for some food.

They didn’t need to do nothing.

"It might not be difficult," Soc said. "I’ll contact the lord."

On the first day of his action, he had to contact the lord. Soc himself was wondering if he had done too poorly.

Arranged by the Cape sisters, Soc got his own resting room and used magic to contact Lord Lind inside.

"My lord?"

A familiar face appeared before him.

The sound on the other side seemed lively.

"What happened?" Lind answered quickly, seeming to have just been napping.

"It’s like this..."

Soc nervously recounted his actions and made up his mind. If Lind showed displeasure and strongly objected, he would lead his troops away.

Mercy is a virtue, but loyalty stands above all.

"You’re saying the Cape is full of children?"

"At least seventy percent are children."

"Hahaha, you did well!"

"Ah?" Soc was puzzled.

"Children are the future, Soc!" Lind said. "I will arrange for people to go to the Cape Camp tomorrow to take in those children. There will be someone to properly arrange for them."

"This... yes!"

Soc was excited; Lind’s reaction exceeded his expectations.

It seems that an army is a reflection of its commander. The undead’s kindness was genuine, as was Lind’s joy earlier.

"We lack everything, especially talent!" Lind emphasized. "Children are the most important."

With birth rates severely declining and NPCs scarce, the role of mature adults was diminishing, their minds becoming more complicated and learning slowing down significantly.

But children were different; they were bright and highly cultivable.

"Good job, Soc."

The communication ended.

Soc wore a joyful expression.

He knew he had pledged his loyalty to the right person.

As the night gradually fell, Soc waited to deliver the good news to the Cape sisters, but the sky suddenly turned blood-red.

Screams echoed.

Chaos ensued.

The once harmonious camp turned into purgatory in an instant.

"Sea God! Sea God! Sea God!"

A strange voice was calling.