Ever since the Red Mist poured down from the peak of the Impassable Mountain, everything in the world seemed to be covered by a thin veil. Marwayne Parker thought that he would feel as uncomfortable as being in a dusty mine, but to his surprise, he did not feel any discomfort.
If he breathed hard, he could even feel a trace of dampness and coolness. According to the demon commander, the mist contained the essence of life. Not only would it not cause any harm to humans, but it would also nourish them. Only witches who specialized in going against it would suffer a fatal backlash.
Let's not talk about the credibility of this statement for now, but from the looks of it, other than slightly affecting the line of sight, there were no other disadvantages. After a month, he had basically gotten used to life in the Red Mist.
"Your Grace, His Excellency the Sky Lord has sent someone." Just then, a guard walked into the study. "He's waiting for you in the courtyard."
Marwayne nodded without batting an eyelid. "Ask him to stay where he is. I'll go over right away."
"Yes."
After the guard closed the door, Marwayne could not help but smile.
That's right, Duke. No matter how many times he heard it, he was elated. A month ago, when the demons passed through the Ice Abyss and attacked Snow Reflection Castle, he thought it was the rumored end of the world. He did not expect the demons to let him go.
After "discarding" his inherent prejudice, Marwayne realized that the demon who called himself the Sky Lord was not as difficult to communicate with as he had imagined. To a certain extent, he was even easier to deal with than the people of Graycastle — at least the former would not turn a noble's territory into nothingness without a word.
The demons did not collect taxes, seize land, or seize power. As long as they swore loyalty, they would be able to keep everything they had and even have the chance to obtain more. Apart from the fact that their methods were a little rough, there were no other disadvantages. Especially after the Sky Lord handed him the management of the three cities around Snow Reflection Castle, he felt that this might not be a bad idea.
Snow Reflection Castle was like an isolated island, easy to defend and difficult to attack. It was difficult for others to threaten his territory, and it was difficult for him to expand it. He had thought that he would have to wear the title of Earl for the rest of his life, but he did not expect that he would take a big step forward when the end of the world came.
With the entire northern region of the Kingdom of Everwinter, he was fully deserving of the title of Duke of the Northern Region.
Marwayne pressed his hand to the corner of his mouth, and with great difficulty, he suppressed his smile. He closed the window and turned to go downstairs.
Yes, when the demons invaded the city, they did kill dozens of guards and hundreds of citizens, but how could there be no deaths in war? Wasn't the demarcation line between the nobles also decided through war? Now that he controlled four cities, not only did the imperial guards not shrink, but they doubled in number. Needless to say, as long as there was land and food for them to live, they would be able to make up for it in a few years.
As for those who said behind his back that he chose to submit to the devil out of fear, they should all be sent to the gallows.
Upon entering the courtyard, Marwayne immediately saw the messenger sent by the Sky Lord, as well as the gigantic monster lying beside him. To be honest, he could not tell the difference between these guys from their appearance. Unlike Hackzord, they were ugly and crude, and did not know any manners or manners. If it wasn't for the sake of the commander of the Devil Army, he didn't want to deal with these beasts at all.
"What instructions does Your Excellency Sky Lord have for me?"
The other party took out a stone from his mount's bag and handed it to him. Then, he opened his bloody mouth and said in a clumsy tone, "You. Listen! "
'Magic Voice Transmission again …'
Feeling the fishy smell from the messenger's mouth, Marwayne could not help but lean back slightly, trying hard to suppress the disgust in his heart. "I'm listening."
The stone flickered twice, and soon, a familiar voice sounded out of nowhere.
"How does it feel to be the lord of a territory? I hope you haven't forgotten your promise, Mr. Lord. "
"Of course not, Your Excellency," Marwayne hurriedly replied. "I've always been ready to serve you."
"Very good. I believe that your people have gotten used to our existence in a month. Now, it's time. I need you to gather a team to assist us in building a camp, not in Everwinter, but in the Kingdom of Wolfheart. We need at least two thousand people. Of course … the more, the better. "
Do I need to do manual labor? Marwayne estimated that it would not be difficult to gather so many people from four cities. "Leave it to me, Your Excellency."
"I didn't choose the wrong person." The Sky Lord's voice was filled with satisfaction. "Also, how's the research on the weapons I gave you? Can your people replicate them? "
"This …" Marwayne looked troubled. "It's not a problem to use them, but I'm afraid it'll take some time to replicate them … I've gathered the best blacksmiths in the Northern Region and let them each forge a part, but the progress isn't ideal. I'm afraid it has something to do with the witches. After all, the blacksmiths told me that the parts don't seem to be made by ordinary people. "
"I think so too." Fortunately, the Sky Lord did not seem to blame him. "But even so, you should be able to use it to counter the people of Graycastle. This is my second order to you. Send people to stop Graycastle from plundering the people of Wolfheart. I'll give you the other weapons we seized. "
"But I don't have enough Knight —"
"Then go and recruit them!" The Sky Lord interrupted. "Don't you humans like to use this method to expand your subordinates? He divided his territory and roped in those who had the ability to do things for him. Don't hesitate to name a price. If you do this well, it won't be difficult for you to become the King of Everwinter. "
Marwayne's body trembled … The King of Everwinter, a title that he had only dared to dream of, had now appeared in front of him in such a way? He suppressed his racing heartbeat and tried his best to control his voice. "Yes, Your Excellency. I'll do my best to complete this task."
"Hurry up. I want to see the results as soon as possible."
"I won't let you down."
The light from the stone disappeared.
"I, come back in a week."
The messenger climbed onto the flesh-winged monster, raised his hands, and soared into the sky. The latter let out a strange cry, flapped its wings, and flew out of the city, quickly disappearing from sight.
On the other hand, Marwayne's face was covered in flying dust.
Damn it! He coughed as he thought to himself, If these demons behaved and spoke like the Sky Lord, they probably wouldn't be known as monsters from Hell.
After returning to the castle, he immediately called for the old scholar. Although the old scholar's previous performance was rather terrible, and he even wet his pants on top of the city wall, Marwayne didn't have a more reliable strategist for the time being.
After repeating the Sky Lord's request, Marwayne asked, "What do you think?"
"Your Excellency, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!" The old scholar held his hand excitedly. "Since your father's generation, I've been serving the Parker family. Expanding our power beyond the Snow Reflection Castle has always been his wish. Now that you've not only accomplished the first step, but also have a chance to become the King of Everwinter, we must seize this opportunity no matter what!"
"I think so too, but … do you think we can really defeat the people of Graycastle with these Knight?" Marwayne voiced out his doubts. "You've seen how exquisite those snow powder crossbow bolts are. It's basically impossible to replicate them. And the demons must have a limited number of them. What should we do after we've exhausted them? "
"No, Your Excellency, we don't need to fight the army of Graycastle head-on." The old scholar shook his head. "His Excellency the Sky Lord doesn't plan to do so either. His exact words were 'stop the plundering'. As far as I know, the troops of Graycastle are very scattered. As long as we have equal weapons, we can use strategy to take the initiative! If we can successfully destroy a few raiding squads, they will definitely be restrained. In fact, when I was listening to you, I thought of a brilliant plan. "
"Oh? Tell me about it. "
The old scholar whispered his idea into the duke's ear.
Marwayne's face immediately lit up.
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