Chapter 296: Come Out, I Promise I Won't Do It Myself

The wild wind howled in his ears.

The gray scenery rushed backward on both sides of his vision.

About twenty minutes later.

Da Bai's speed gradually slowed, finally stopping in a swampy area.

Lin Mo jumped down from Da Bai's back.

He raised his head and looked around.

This was an extremely dark area, surrounded by black rock walls towering into the clouds.

The ground was covered with swamp mud pits emitting a foul stench.

"The coordinates show it should be around here."

Lin Mo glanced at the map on the panel and confirmed it was correct.

However.

As far as the eye could see, not even a ghost's shadow was present.

"Xiao Tu, check if there are any people around?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Mo asked the little radar directly.

In the skill bar.

【Earth Shield Technique responded immediately.】

【"Received, Master!"】

Moments later.

【The voice of Earth Shield Technique came through, somewhat puzzled.】

【"Master... there isn't any."】

【"I don't sense the dense footfalls of any human activity."】

【"However..."】

【"I can sense some solitary, relatively huge living creatures; they should be some demons."】

After hearing Xiao Tu's report.

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

"No one?"

"Ran so fast?"

Immediately after.

Lin Mo glanced again at the battle reports of the four nations.

All were silent, with not a single new kill notification.

"..."

Lin Mo was somewhat speechless.

"What the heck is going on?"

"It's been nearly half an hour, four nations, and they haven't even killed a single BOSS?"

"Are these people this weak?"

Sensing Lin Mo's speechlessness.

In the skill bar.

【Fireball Technique snorted coldly, flames flickering around it.】

【"Hmph, do we even need to think about it?"】

【"They are definitely scared!"】

【"Having witnessed the annihilation of those two nations with their own eyes, how could these ants not be afraid?"】

【"They are probably hiding in some rat hole, trembling in fear."】

Hearing Hearing Xiao Huo's words.

【Ice Cone Technique's tone was also full of contempt.】

【"Just a bunch of trash."】

【"They know Master's power now; they don't even dare to fight monsters, fearing they'll expose their coordinates and have Master come knocking."】

Listening to the skills' complaints.

Lin Mo rubbed his chin.

"Scared?"

"Impossible?"

【"After all, they are the top geniuses carefully selected by their respective nations."】

【"Which one of those representing their nations to enter the Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield isn't arrogant and proud?"】

【"Geniuses have no bloodthirstiness?"】

【"They are so frightened they don't even dare to farm monsters, hiding directly?"】

Lin Mo found it somewhat incredible.

【Fireball Technique, however, was very unconvinced.】

【"Hehe, geniuses? Just slightly stronger ants, that's all."】

Lin Mo thought for a moment.

It seemed to make some sense.

"Sigh, forget it."

He let out a sigh.

"Since we can't find them right now."

"Then let's grind BOSSes while we look."

"Have to say, this Myriad Nations Battlefield is really huge."

Lin Mo took a stride and swung up onto Big White.

"Let's go, Little Thunder, find some BOSSes to grind."

Just then.

Lin Mo thought for a moment.

"No good."

"That's too passive."

"What if they really turtle up until time runs out? Wouldn't my eighty specialized weapons go down the drain?"

"At the very least…"

"I have to send a message, take the initiative."

No sooner said than done.

Lin Mo directly opened his panel and began composing a message.

【Hey hey hey, I'm Lin Mo from Dragon Nation.】

【What are you doing? It's been half a day already and you can't even kill a single BOSS?】

【Those who know would think you're the carefully selected prodigies of every nation.】

【Those who don't would think you're some headless turtles that crawled out of who-knows-where.】

【Stop hiding, come out on your own, don't waste everyone's time.】

Composing up to here.

Lin Mo paused.

He turned his head and glanced at Big White, who stood imposingly at his side.

Then.

He continued composing the message.

【Actually, I'm a really nice person.】

【As long as you surrender obediently and hand over everything on you.】

【I promise!】

【I, absolutely will not lay a hand on you myself.】

【My word is my bond, never trick young nor old.】

Copy.

Click.

Send.

Send again…

Four messages instantly appeared on the panels of everyone in the four nations.

Lin Mo nodded in satisfaction.

He patted Big White.

"I don't lift a finger, nothing wrong with that."

"As for whether my family members lift a finger or not, that's beyond my control."

"After all, they all have their own thoughts."

"Let's go, grind some BOSSes!"

Lin Mo lightly patted Big White.

The next moment.

Big White charged wildly in the direction Hearing Xiao Tu indicated.

……

Meanwhile.

In a hidden mountain valley.

The eighty members of the Four Nations Alliance were scattered and hiding here.

Inside a massive cave.

The representatives of the four nations were hiding within.

Dim, oppressive.

No one lit a fire.

No one spoke.

Even their breathing was deliberately suppressed to the lowest.

The entire cave, apart from the occasional drip of water from the rocks, was terrifyingly deathly silent.

Eighty people, eighty specialized weapons.

This should have been a terrifying force on the Myriad Nations Battlefield that absolutely could not be underestimated, yet now they cowered in the darkness, trembling.

Just then.

Su Xiluo, the captain of the Thousand Islands Nation, noticed a message suddenly pop up on his panel.

He tapped it open to look.

"Um… everyone, Dragon Nation sent us a message."

"It says…"

"As long as we surrender, they absolutely won't lay a hand on us."

The moment those words came out.

Everyone looked at their own panel.

Su Xiluo glanced at the crowd and said quietly:

"How about…"

"We surrender?"

The moment those words came out.

The people around all turned to look at him.

Su Xiluo clenched his teeth and went on:

"Hiding out like this, I really feel awful, so bored!"

"Dragon Nation's people have always styled themselves a land of propriety and rites."

"Their word… should count for something, right?"

Listening to Su Xiluo's words.

The captain of Ma Bian Nation, Wu Kelin, his face instantly went cold.

"Su Xiluo, is your brain broken?"

His eyes were full of mockery.

"Their word counts?"

"You actually believe the promise of someone from a great nation?"

"When have people from a great nation ever kept their word?!"

"In front of the weak, they always wear that lofty, superior look — the rules are set by them, and they can tear them up whenever they want!"

Wu Kelin let out a string of cold laughs.

"Look at the Adams family! Have they broken their word any fewer times?"

"In a life-or-death battlefield of ten thousand nations like this, you dare bet your life on his 'guarantee'?"

Su Xiluo was scolded until his face flushed red, yet powerless to retort.

"Besides."

Wu Kelin took a deep breath.

"Even if Dragon Nation really keeps its word and really doesn't touch us."

"So what?"

"When the time comes, we hand over all our specialized weapons and walk out safe and sound."

"Not a single wound on our bodies, not a single specialized weapon left."

"But Dragon Nation's people are still fine, hopping about alive and well."

"You think the higher-ups back home will deal with you how?"

"Specialized weapons outfitted to you at the cost of every last resource — and you just handed them over?"

Wu Kelin shrugged as he said this.

"Anyway, I think."

"A charge of treason — you probably won't escape that one."

"When the time comes, it won't be just you."

"Your family, your clan — they'll all have to be buried with you!"

These words.

Also made Su Xiluo shut his mouth.

That's right.

Even if handing over the specialized weapons lets you walk out alive, so what?

A charge of treason is no small matter — not only will you yourself die, it'll even drag down your family.

Just then.

The captain of Yue Nation, Ruan Wen, irritably scratched at his hair.

"Bah!"

He spat on the ground.

"Damn it!"

"So fucking suffocating!"

Ruan Wen's eyes were full of fierce light.

"I originally thought that following the Adams family's orders in this time would be grabbing a cheap bargain."

"Seven nations joining forces to encircle and suppress Dragon Nation — easy win."

"But now, fucking hell, we're forced like goddamn rats, hiding in this pitch-black place."

"What is this?"

The more Ruan Wen spoke, the more agitated he got.

"In my view, fuck hiding — just blow up on Dragon Nation!"

"We've got so many people, afraid of one of theirs?"

Watching the irritable Ruan Wen.

Wu Kelin frowned.

"Enough!"

"You went to war with Longguo? What do you even have to fight Longguo with? Who do you think you are?"

"The Great Han, Ying, and Tianzhu nations couldn't beat them—what makes you think you can? Because your head is hard?"

Ruan Wen was left speechless, his face flushed red.

Wu Kelin's gaze swept over the group.

"Listen to me!"

"Lin Mo sent this message because he can't find us—he's bluffing to lure us out!"

"As long as we don't leave, he can't touch us!"

"Stay hidden!"

"What's pride worth? If we keep the Special Weapon and survive until the Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield ends, that's more important than anything."

"Staying hidden is victory!"

"Understood?"

Under Wu Kelin's soothing and brainwashing words.

Song Pa sighed and nodded.

"Follow Wu Kelin—stay hidden."

Su Xiluo also pulled his neck in, no longer mentioning surrender.

Ruan Wen stood in place.

His hand gripped the dagger tightly, his eyes filled with irritation, humiliation, and resentment.

He, a proud prodigy of Yueguo—when had he ever endured such disgrace?

But.

Seeing everyone around him choose to retreat.

Ruan Wen took a deep breath, clenched his teeth, and helplessly sat back in the corner.