“A large number of undead have appeared in the north…”
Undead?
Everyone in the room was taken aback, with Spark reacting most violently, turning his head sharply to look at Laurent, frowning and asking in a deep voice.
“Where have the undead appeared? How many are there? What is their strength?”
Morgen looked at Spark’s somewhat solemn expression with some confusion. They’re just undead creatures, is there a need for this deeply unfathomable level beta plus archmage to be so worried?
Laurent was startled by Spark’s overreaction and quickly explained.
“In the city of Solins, at the border between the Southern Province and the Thornflower Province, the undead came down from the border line of the Glorious Empire!”
The Nolan Empire has a total of 10 provinces, of which the south is divided into three provinces.
The Southern Province where Green City is located borders the Orc Empire to the east, and to the north-west is the Thornflower Province that borders the Glorious Empire, and to the south-west is the Blue Sea Province by the sea.
The Southern Province is surrounded by the Thornflower Province and the Blue Sea Province, with the Far Mountain Range located to the north of the Southern Province,
However, this mountain range disappears when passing through the Thornflower Province, making the Glorious Empire and the Nolan Empire officially border each other, with this long border line extending to the Northern Plateau at the far north of the Nolan Empire.
The border line between the Glorious Empire and the Nolan Empire spans three provinces, belonging to very closely connected countries, which is why these two countries would jointly conquer the Northern Plateau.
“The number is at least five to six hundred thousand!!”, Laurent said with a tense expression, "According to the message passed back from the branch, it seems that a war has broken out in the Glorious Empire, and their enemy is the undead.
These undead all surged out from the border line of the Glorious Empire, whether there are high-level undead is still uncertain…"
Spark nodded slightly, suppressing the surprise in his heart, and seemed to see the confusion in Morgen’s eyes, and began to explain.
"Undead are different from abyssal demons. Abyssal demons, although ferocious, can only come out from the abyss, and controlling the abyssal gates can stop them.
But the undead are different, as long as there are corpses, necromancers can continuously create undead warriors.
The Glory Main Plane has been swept by the undead several times, and billions of lives on the entire continent have been transformed into undead.
If it weren’t for the gods intervening at several critical moments, the Glory Main Plane would probably have long been the world of the undead."
Spark’s expression was not relaxed, "Although I have not experienced the Death Catastrophe closest to us a hundred thousand years ago, I have also seen the magical images left behind when fighting the undead at the Mage Association in the capital of Nolan.
Ghost dragons, bone dragons, skeleton knights, dread knights, necromancers, skeleton warriors… The overwhelming undead could submerge mountains, and no one could withstand that endless sea of skeletons."
After speaking, he took a deep breath and turned his head to look at Laurent.
“How did you come to know this news?”
As the vice president of the Green City Mage Association, he had not received such important intelligence, how could this merchant know?
Laurent looked somewhat proud, "Lord Morgen once said, the charm of gold pucks is unmatched.
I once ordered that if our Gold Wheat Commerce Association branches discover news that could affect the fate of the Gold Wheat Commerce Association or be of significant help to the Crimson Mage Tower,
They can use a message scroll to pass the information they get back to the headquarters of the Gold Wheat Commerce Association."
Message scroll?
Spark suddenly realized, this second-ring magic scroll consists of two scrolls, as long as you write text on one, the same information will appear on the other.
However, such magic scrolls are very rare, always known for their difficulty to make, very few mages know how to make them, belonging to things that can’t be found on the market at all, only the army would reserve a very small number.
Ordinary merchants would not prepare such things because once the message scroll is opened, it can only display synchronously for less than a minute, and the information that can be conveyed is very little, by comparison, many methods can replace such magic scrolls.
This kind of slightly redundant and extremely rare thing is probably unheard of by most people.
Morgen greatly appreciated Laurent’s approach and was also very curious about the message scroll, “Where can I buy that message scroll? Prepare 100 for me…”
Extravagantly wealthy to the extreme.
Cough cough cough, Laurent almost choked on his saliva.
Wiping sweat, he looked somewhat troubled, "Lord Morgen, this kind of magic scroll is made by an old mage in Green City who is blind in one eye, and he can only make one or two a month.
The quantity you want, I’m afraid he can’t produce it in ten years…"
“A half-blind old mage? And he can make message scrolls?”
Spark seemed to have heard some important information, his expression becoming somewhat excited, even more so than when he just heard the news of the undead.
“Master Murry is still alive? Tell me where Master Murry is!!”
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His tone even trembled a bit.
Morgen looked at Spark’s expression strangely, who is this Master Murry? To make his cheap teacher so excited, more than the undead.
“Lord Spark… I’m not clear about what that mage lord’s name is…” Laurent hadn’t finished speaking when he saw Spark staring at him and dared not waste any more words, “That mage lord now lives in the slums of the western district.”
“Do you still have a message scroll on you?”
Laurent took out an unopened scroll from his body and handed it to Spark.
After receiving it, Spark opened the two palm-sized, thirty-centimeter-long gray scrolls with an excited expression. After clearly seeing the drawings and techniques on them, the corners of his mouth trembled.
He stretched out his wrinkled old hands and gently caressed the scroll.
"Yes, this is definitely Master Murry’s style, absolutely Master Murry!!
I can’t believe it, after searching for Master Murry for twenty years, I’ve encountered his items here again.
By the Goddess of Magic above, this must be your guidance to me!"
After saying this, Spark, without caring for anything else, continued to question Laurent.
“Tell me Master Murry’s exact address quickly, I must visit him immediately!”
Laurent was also startled by Spark’s demeanor, what’s with this terrifyingly powerful mage today?
“The mage lord is in the seventeenth district of the western area, on the side near the western district black market, building number thirteen, you’ll know once you ask there…”
As soon as he finished speaking, Spark ignored everyone in the room, turned around with an excited expression, and left in a hurry, not even greeting Isa, whom he usually treated like his own granddaughter.
Watching Spark leave in a hurry, Morgen was also curious.
“Do you know this Master Murry?”
Everyone shook their heads in unison, clearly finding the name very unfamiliar.
Morgen thought about it and, not recalling a similar name in his memory, gave up. It might just be one of Spark’s old friends.
After all, this cheap teacher had a vast network of connections in the capital of Nolan, so having a few mysterious friends wasn’t something hard to accept.
“Let’s not worry about this matter, let’s talk about the news of the undead.”
The unkempt old man going to meet a friend who is also a disheveled old man clearly wasn’t as attractive as the news of the undead reappearing.
“Yes, my lord.” Laurent continued, "Because of your last order, the Gold Wheat Commerce Association has developed extremely rapidly with Miss Bella’s support during this period.
Especially our branches, which now number forty-five, almost every important city in the Southern Province has our association’s flag flying.
In Solins City, which borders the Glorious Empire, a large amount of magical materials are traded every year, so naturally, we sent people to establish a branch there.
But the newly established branch sent this message before a Sunday.
Tens of thousands of undead armies besieged Solins City, and a continuous stream of undead poured in from the border of the Glorious Empire… Our border is facing a huge crisis."
The Glorious Empire? Morgen frowned, Glory was too vast, just the area of the Southern Province was boundless.
He had been in Glory for nearly a year, and hadn’t even fully explored Green City, let alone other regions, all impressions of which came from his subordinates.
“Do you have more news? How did these undead come about, what is their purpose, and what impact will they have on us?”
Hearing Morgen’s inquiry, Laurent’s face turned bitter; he only knew the news of the undead invasion. Although the Gold Wheat Commerce Association was already considered a large association, it still didn’t have the ability to investigate so clearly.
“Lord Morgen, I need more time to let the people below investigate.”
Seeing Laurent’s expression, Morgen knew he was being somewhat unreasonable.
If the Gold Wheat Commerce Association had that capability, he wouldn’t need to build a news network with the Covenant of Darkness.
“Alright, keep a close watch on the news of the undead, and come to me as soon as there’s any new development.”
“Yes, my lord.”
After Laurent left, Morgen fell into deep thought.
Green City was nearly fifteen hundred kilometers from the border of the Glorious Empire, and even if it was impacted in the short term, it wouldn’t affect Green City.
What made him feel strange was that there was something peculiar about this undead matter.
After several failed wars, the undead in the Glory Main Plane had basically become rare items, and ordinary people rarely saw the undead, which is why he caused such a spectacle when he tied the skeleton to Dawn Square.
But now, these undead, which had been out of the news for so long, suddenly appeared, and in such large numbers.
Combining the current internal testing, he always felt that it was somehow related to the players.
But he didn’t have much energy to pay attention to this matter. Although the invasion of the undead was terrifying, with the strength of the Nolan Empire, it wouldn’t cause too much turmoil in the short term.
The key now was to plunder the population.
“Lord Morgen, perhaps we should expand production…”
Hmm?
Bella, who had been silent, interrupted Morgen’s thoughts.
He turned his head slightly to look at his little maid, signaling her to continue.
“I’ve read many ancient books…” Bella lowered her head slightly, a thoughtful look in her eyes.
"Once the undead form a scale, they are difficult to destroy in a short time because there must be powerful undead beings controlling them from behind.
The development of the undead is very fast; just by conquering one city, they can gain hundreds of thousands of undead soldiers, and once the number of undead reaches a certain scale, high-level undead beings will appear.
With so many undead bursting out from the Glorious Empire, there’s only one possibility, the Glorious Empire might have encountered a death catastrophe ten times more terrifying than the outside.
And given the special nature of undead life, once they conquer the Glorious Empire, they will inevitably spread outwards. Although the Glorious Empire borders four empires, to the south, there’s only our Nolan Empire.
So the Nolan Empire will inevitably face a great war.
Magic scrolls have always been an indispensable consumable in wars.
We can continue to expand production capacity. The magic scrolls we produce will have countless nobles bringing gold pucks to our door to purchase.
No one wants to see their territory conquered by the undead, as that means they will lose everything they have.
At the same time, we also need to increase our efforts to purchase a batch of magical materials for storage, because the upcoming war will inevitably affect the production of magical materials."
With just such a simple message, Morgen couldn’t help but greatly appreciate the inference of so much information.
Although the deductions may not all be accurate, the courage to make such far-sighted judgments is commendable.
Ever since he decided to cultivate his little maid, the girl’s growth rate has far exceeded his expectations, and she has given him more and more surprises.
Bella, along with Harrison and Stanley, these three outstandingly intelligent management talents, hold a place in Morgen’s heart no less than any combat unit.
High-level combat power can be cultivated and captured, but the kind of talent needed for this level of management is even rarer than that of spellcasters.
"Bella, manage the Crimson Mage Tower in your way, don’t be afraid of making mistakes, I am behind you to support you.
I believe in you."
Hearing Morgen’s words, the girl with slightly curly long hair and stunning beauty was filled with joy and delight from the bottom of her heart.
“Bella will not let you down…”
Little Isa looked at the two with sparkling eyes, feeling inexplicably envious of Bella.
Isa also wanted to help her teacher…
Seemingly noticing Isa’s emotions, Morgen turned his head, showing an indulgent smile, and reached out to pinch her smooth and white little cheek.
“Isa is also great.”
Level alpha plus, from the Month of Bitter Winter, in just over half a year, she rose from level 0 to level alpha plus, a talent that would make so-called geniuses die of shame.
Every time Morgen saw Isa, he was filled with emotion; this little girl with golden bloodline was truly amazing.
The talents of the golden race are different, and Morgen does not know to what extent Isa can grow, but he estimates that no matter what, she won’t be worse than a young dragon.
“When Isa grows up, the Crimson Mage Tower will be entrusted to you to guard.”
Morgen suddenly remembered Spark’s past experiences, the Stormy Seas, the mysterious race with red eyes that hunted extraordinary dragons.
He gently patted the little girl’s head, his eyes filled with expectation.
He really hoped to see this young dragon grow up.
By then, he wondered how long the explosively powerful Kapu could withstand under Isa’s magic?
“Teacher, Isa will work hard…” The little girl nodded seriously, her eyes filled with a determination that Morgen could not even imagine.