NABC Chapter 108 Refugees and Spies
Chapter 108 Refugees and Spies
Chapter 108 Refugees and Spies
"After a month of construction, the spell laboratory, demon conversion pool, and undead altar have all been completed."
Elena, holding a notebook, followed behind Mordy like a secretary, reporting on the progress of the Frost family's construction.
"With the investment of resources, the latter two areas can begin to operate, continuously producing imps and white ghosts."
After listening to her report, Modi nodded.
The former is easier to handle. With the fragments of the Death Prison in his possession, he only needs a little bit of the tainted blood from the Grail of Stains to create a large number of demons under his control.
Unlike the original Death Prison Demons, the newly created demons were born infected with the Blood Plague and were named "Blood Plague Demons" by him.
As for the latter, it consumes different resources than the former; it requires corpses to operate.
However, Modi didn't have many households on hand.
"Three thousand four hundred and eighty-eight demons, four hundred and twenty White Walkers, seventy-seven Fleshweavers...
After taking stock of the number of his various troops, Modi thought to himself that he could already call himself a lord of his own territory.
After all, the North is sparsely populated, and the lords don't have many soldiers under their command.
With an army of over five thousand, he would be considered a fairly powerful lord even in the northern border region.
"I heard that the Grand Duke who nominally rules the North has an army of 50,000, but in reality he probably has 70,000 to 80,000. Perhaps it won't be long before I can also add the prefix 'Grand Duke' to myself."
"Based on the production capacity of the demon conversion pool, it is indeed possible."
Elena nodded, then pointed to the number of demons she had noted down. "But, Mortis, don't you think there are too many demons? It's a bit unbalanced."
She worried that too many demons would allow their power to grow, leading them to form cliques and act insincerely.
Modi wasn't worried about that, since there were contracts and laws in place.
No matter what the demons did, they could never disobey his orders.
Forming cliques is a given; after all, there are all sorts of birds in a big forest, let alone creatures like demons.
"Don't worry about the demons betraying you, but you have a point. There are some things that demons aren't good at doing."
This was also one of the reasons he took in refugees from Baihe Town.
"The North is in turmoil right now, and if there are more refugees..."
"Report!"
A White Walker scout rushed in, a stiff, panicked expression on his face.
"A very large army of refugees is heading towards our location."
"Explain more clearly," Modi tapped its skull, but without any hint of reproach, "How large is it exactly?"
"I... I can't count them all, but they're huge." The White Walker scratched his head, his panic gradually turning into confusion.
Modi rubbed his forehead and sighed.
"With your IQ... who chose you to be a scout?"
"Yes, it's the three bosses, Gan, Wen, and Cui."
"I knew it."
Modi raised his hand, used his spiritual sense to manipulate the ether, and projected a screen.
The screen displayed the scene outside Winter's Throat.
Using the knowledge within the wet brain, he created a simple and easy-to-use detection device called "Winter's Eye," which corresponds perfectly to Winter's Throat.
The installation location was precisely at the highest point of the Winter Throat.
"Let me see... there are quite a few, five hundred and thirty-two people."
This number of refugees is not common in the North, given its small population.
Not to mention the harsh and cold environment of the North, where most refugees would not survive the hunger and cold, and most would perish on the road.
"There are so many, it's probably because a major city fell, which created so many refugees."
Elena looked at the scene on the screen, her beautiful eyebrows slightly raised, and pursed her lips. "And from that direction, the refugees probably came from Frostsmoke Territory."
"Frostfire Territory? So much time has passed since the Frostfire Territory Incident, how could the refugees have only just arrived? Unless someone let them out."
A chill ran down Mo Di's spine, and even his soul within his Purple Mansion felt as if it were being pricked by thorns.
He immediately realized that someone was making prophecies about him, or doing something similar.
Elena also noticed this.
They exchanged a silent glance and then went about their own business.
"*Dragon Language [Ether Disruption]*"
The power of the dragon's roar penetrated deep into the ethereal realm, unleashing a chaotic storm there.
Where the storm swept, the projections of all beings on the etheric plane became blurred and eventually disappeared into the storm.
The feeling of being spied on disappeared, but Modi had no intention of letting the spy off the hook.
"I also know a little about divination."
He twitched the corner of his mouth and looked coldly at the ethereal layer.
The gaze of the Eye of the Soul pierced through the etheric storm and fell upon the direction of the prophetic revelation.
A huge silhouette appeared before him. Modi squinted and vaguely saw four shadowy figures beside it.
"There are at least five enemies, and it's still unknown whether the group of refugees is related to them," he said coldly.
"Why are they looking for us?" Elena asked, looking confused.
Apart from the unit they wiped out a month ago, they haven't caused any trouble.
"Could it be the Dragon Worship Cult again?"
"Perhaps," Mordy glanced at her and added, "It could also be because of you."
"Me?" She pointed to herself, looking completely innocent.
Modi nodded.
Her identity as a dragon descendant is the most likely reason.
The dragon knew about the prophecy and wouldn't let her go, so it's normal that it would use some means to find her location.
Otherwise, it couldn't have been for him, could it?
He's just a lowly dragon hunter, a descendant of an ancient god, and a holder of ancient blood. Are we really going to make a huge fuss over him?
"The question now is, how should we deal with those refugees? Should we take them in?" Elena asked thoughtfully.
After a moment's thought, Mordy made a decision.
"There may be enemies mixed in among the refugees, but those who should be taken in must still be taken in. I have the means to find out the enemies."
The fourth mark, [Red Lotus], is just right for this situation.
"What about the food? Your food should be almost used up, right?" she asked again.
"I have my own methods for dealing with this."
Although she didn't know what methods he had, Elena still trusted him and made the arrangements.
Ten minutes later, all the cadres assembled.
Inside the meeting room, Modi pointed to the screen projected by the ether, which showed the more than five hundred refugees.
"Bazette, Aken, be prepared to receive the refugees."
When they arrive, take them to the resettlement area inside the Frost Mound and do not let them leave that area.
"Yes," Bazet nodded in agreement.
Aken raised his hand and asked, "Should we handle dealing with refugees? Why not let the locals do it?"
Neither he nor Bazette were as familiar with the area as the townspeople of Baihe Town.
"You can handle it yourselves; you don't need to ask me about this."
Mordy then looked at the three White Walkers, Ganventweet, and said, "You, um... lead your White Walker troops to ambush in the secret passage. If needed, wait for my order before charging out."
"Yes," they replied in unison.
Outside the Frost Tomb, Gale, having received Arken's orders, led a group of disguised demon soldiers and stood on the refugees' only route, his heart heavy.
"More than five hundred people, that's no small number. I wonder if that lord has enough food."
These first refugees had just built their homes and begun cultivating their fields.
Even with the help of the old master's apprentice in Baihe Town, the crops could not grow instantly.
If another 500 or so people come, it will be a heavy burden no matter how you look at it.
"The master has his own arrangements; you don't need to worry about that," Aken said calmly.
He wasn't worried at all.
The Red Dragon Queen has the authority to command bountiful harvests, and perhaps her descendants also possess this ability.
"These refugees seem to be heading straight for Frost Tomb."
Bazett spoke with absolute certainty, his posture upright, and his disguise made him look nothing like a demon, but rather like a respectable capitalist.
It didn't care about the refugees; all it cared about was its master's orders.
But it has to maintain proper etiquette, otherwise it will embarrass its master, which is worse than killing it.
Gail ignored his words and stepped forward to talk to a refugee.
Before long, he found out some important information.
"Did they all come from Crow's Crown Territory?"
Gale looked up and saw the direction they had come from. In the distance, besides Frostfire Territory, there was also Ravencrest Territory.
"The Raven's Crown is gone too? It's been invaded by the underground alien race?"
The middle-aged man in front of me nodded silently, without crying, only maintaining a numb expression.
"Could you give me something to eat? I'm very hungry," he asked.
Gail sighed, recalling how hungry she had been a month ago.
At that time, a man handed him a piece of bread, and he still remembers the taste of it.
"The lord of the Frost family is willing to accept you. During this time, you can stay in Frost Tomb or rebuild your home outside."
Frost Tomb? Lord?
Looking at the deserted area before him, a hint of doubt appeared on the middle-aged man's numb face.
This doesn't look like a place with a lord.
Gail noticed his confusion and calmly replied:
"Frost Tomb is an underground tomb. The space below is extremely vast and can easily accommodate hundreds of people."
Oh, so it's an underground tomb.
Even middle-aged people know that there are many underground tombs in the North, some of which are incredibly vast.
He wasn't deterred by this; a wry smile appeared on his face.
"At this point, what does it matter whether there's a grave or not? Having a place to shelter from the wind and a place to stay is enough."
Gail breathed a sigh of relief, climbed onto a large rock, and raised his arms in a shout.
More and more refugees stopped and turned to look at him.
Among the crowd, some menacing figures were stirring.
Inside the Frost Tomb, Modi quietly watched the screen. With the help of the Fourth Mark, everyone's sins were laid bare.
"As expected, it's the Dragon Worship Cult."
Those who worship the dragon have committed far more sins than others.
"Why did they infiltrate my Frost House?"
New questions then arose.
After thinking for a while, Modi gradually came to an answer.
"That's right, Frost Tomb is like my mage tower, it can give me a huge boost, and the enemy will definitely destroy it as soon as possible."
Having figured out this connection, a cold smile crept onto his lips.