The Shelter Game: Me, Starting with a Tenfold Drop Rate

Additionally, Irving could spot some markers made by the primitive tribe around the edges of the rainforest.

"Stop looking around. Doing so will only bring you greater misfortune," Elder Lawrence said to Irving with a hint of sarcasm.

Irving retorted directly, "Your previous words have already brought us enough disaster. My actions now won\'t make the situation any worse."

The two of them no longer felt the need to spare each other\'s feelings. After their prior collaboration, neither trusted the other at all. However, there was no longer any need for conversation, as they had been brought to a tribal area surrounded by massive trees.

The walls surrounding the tribe were over 40 meters high, and the main entrance was supported by the skeletons of two enormous exotic beasts. Upon seeing this scene, a look of shock spread across Irving\'s face.

He hadn\'t expected such a civilization to exist within the shelter game.

"It seems that your knowledge is rather limited. Didn\'t your friends in the Angel Guild tell you that there are other civilizations within the shelter game?" Elder Lawrence\'s words left Irving feeling a bit resentful toward the Angel Guild. However, he would never voice that frustration in front of Lawrence.

Irving simply replied coldly, "Don\'t you think the architectural level of this primitive tribe is a bit too advanced? Can a typical primitive tribe really create such towering walls from such massive trees?"

Elder Lawrence chuckled lightly. "It seems you\'re the one who\'s not very familiar with them. While their civilization may not be particularly advanced, and they lack a written language to pass down knowledge, the strength they possess is not inferior to ours."

Just as Lawrence finished speaking, both he and Irving were led into the heart of the tribe. Upon seeing the interior conditions of the tribe, Lawrence\'s expression turned urgent.

"We need to cooperate closely from now on! They are about to sacrifice us to the ancient god they worship! You certainly wouldn\'t want to find yourself in that situation."

Elder Lawrence\'s words gave Irving a renewed sense of urgency.

"I certainly don\'t want to be sacrificed to the ancient god they worship. But do you think I can still trust you? You are even less trustworthy than the people of this primitive tribe."

"I know you don\'t trust me," Elder Lawrence replied. "But you should be very clear that without each other\'s help, neither of us will be able to escape successfully. So we must assist one another now."

Irving did not immediately agree to Lawrence\'s proposal. He wanted to understand what the members of the primitive tribe would do next.

"There\'s no time to hesitate! If they summon the ancient god they worship, we won\'t have any chance of escaping from here!" Lawrence\'s urgency grew.

He had already seen the members of the primitive tribe making the final preparations for the sacrifice. Countless tribesmen had emerged from their homes. They began to circle around the tall tree at the center of the tribe, which indicated that their ritual was about to commence.

"If you really want to gain my trust, then you\'d better provide me with enough information. How well do you understand this tribe? What kind of ancient god do they worship?"

Having gained the upper hand, Irving chose to ask the most crucial questions directly.

Elder Lawrence spoke without any hesitation. "My understanding of this tribe is actually quite limited. Before the Night Blades took control of the Desolate Canyon, we had numerous confrontations with the primitive tribes here. I managed to defeat some of them, but when it came to this particular tribe, I was unable to achieve victory."

"They possess incredibly powerful spells, and when the battle turns against them, they can summon the ancient god they worship. Their god is the God of Thunder, Zimaya!"

This was the first time Irving had heard the name of the God of Thunder, Zimaya. "Are you sure this is a real ancient god? That name sounds strange."

"This is indeed a real ancient god. The reason the name sounds odd is that Zimaya\'s true name cannot be pronounced by a human throat. Don\'t you know anything about ancient gods? Didn\'t the members of the Angel Guild share any relevant information? In my impression, the Angel Guild shouldn\'t be so careless."

While Elder Lawrence raised doubts about Irving\'s close collaboration with the Angel Guild, he had no intention of sowing discord between Irving and the guild. Escaping their current predicament was what Lawrence truly wanted to achieve.

After hearing what Elder Lawrence said, Irving felt that the elder was not lying.

After nodding, he said, "I can trust you now. So what is your plan? How can we get out of this situation?"

Elder Lawrence looked around before laying out his plan in full. "My plan isn\'t that complicated, but currently, my strength isn\'t enough to carry it out alone." At this point, Elder Lawrence spoke very softly.

"Although the members of the primitive tribe around us cannot understand what we are saying, we still need to be cautious."

After saying this, Elder Lawrence revealed his plan. "When the members of the primitive tribe summon their ancient god, there will be a sudden onslaught of intense lightning and storms in the Desolate Canyon. If the lightning and storms hit the tribe we are in, we might be able to take advantage of the chaos to make our escape. Moreover, this tribe is very close to my stronghold.

Once we manage to get a short distance away, I can ensure your safety. I promise you that after we successfully escape from the primitive tribe, I will no longer trouble you."

Irving didn\'t believe a single word of what Elder Lawrence said. He felt that the elder was not being honest. Even the method he proposed for escaping sounded incredibly half-hearted.

"Are you really sure this plan will succeed? What if the lightning and storms don\'t strike the tribe we are in?"

"It will definitely strike! The place where the King of Lightning, Zimaya, appears will be filled with lightning and storms."

Just as Elder Lawrence finished speaking, a bolt of lightning suddenly streaked across the sky. The flash illuminated the surroundings, and for a moment, Irving felt as if he had glimpsed a massive creature hidden in the clouds.

Elder Lawrence looked up at the sky in panic. "We don\'t have time to waste! If you agree to my plan, I will act according to it. If you refuse, I will consider other options."

As soon as Elder Lawrence\'s words fell, everyone from the primitive tribe came to a halt. They turned their attention toward Lawrence and Irving, raising their hands above their heads while chanting a song in a language that Irving could not understand.

Although Irving couldn\'t grasp the lyrics of the chant, he could sense the powerful melody that accompanied it. He felt as though the rhythm of the song sung by the tribe held some kind of immense power.

Irving tried to keep his focus on Elder Lawrence\'s plan, but suddenly he found his thoughts ensnared by the melody of the tribe\'s chant. Not far away, Elder Lawrence continued to speak to Irving, but at that moment, Irving was unable to hear a single word he said.

Everything in Irving\'s field of vision began to move in slow motion, and the scenery at the edges of his sight became distorted.

"What is happening? Why does this melody seem familiar? Why is this melody able to completely trap my thoughts?" A series of questions swirled in Irving\'s mind.

Just then, a thunderclap rang out.

Irving\'s thoughts were suddenly freed from their confinement, and Elder Lawrence\'s voice returned to his ears. "What are you still doing?! Get ready for battle! The storm and lightning are about to arrive!"

Irving looked toward Elder Lawrence and saw that he was indeed attempting to summon the projection of an exotic beast. Although Irving didn\'t understand what had just happened, he decided to temporarily set aside the strange occurrence.

He began to channel the power of the Taikoo Flame Pearl within him. As he concentrated the power of the Taikoo Flame Pearl, Irving felt that he could now break free from the primitive tribe.

He nodded directly at Elder Lawrence. The elder understood Irving\'s intent and summoned the monster\'s projection right away.

Both Lawrence and Irving sprang into action almost simultaneously. They quickly broke the ropes binding them and raced toward the entrance of the primitive tribe.

Behind them, bolt after bolt of lightning struck down.

At the center of the tribe, atop the tallest tree, a twisted shadow made up of countless bolts of lightning began to solidify. A giant serpent-like creature radiating a golden light slowly slithered down the tree.

This golden giant serpent was the King of Lightning, Zimaya! At that moment, the King of Lightning was fixated on Irving and Elder Lawrence, watching them intently as they made their escape.