Ceril was currently surrounded by rotten corpses & obnoxious stench but this didn’t bother the undead subordinate in the slightest as if he was completely unaffected by the grimy scene in front of him.
Currently, the Necromancer subordinate was completely engrossed in performing his magical ritual and creating a new batch of soldiers.
Each day, he could feel his mana capacity and efficiency increasing with each new batch of bodies he was getting.
The deal with Logan was paying off and he was making significant improvements. Just yesterday, he mixed a Centaur & a Mithrans body to create a peak master rank undead warrior which had 4 legs and 4 arms with the boney and meaty snake-like extensions coming out of its body, having the structure of both the species.
[Good. As soon as I break through to Legendary Rank and gain more specimens of higher ranks, I will be able to create grandmaster rank soldiers.
Only if Master could take us back to hunting monsters.. I would get plenty of new species as stock for my research. He he he!]
“Awaken.” said Ceril and more than 100 corpses and skeletons in front of him started merging after being submerged inside a black shadow.
He too could use the King of the Dead ability after Kahn imparted the skill. So he too didn’t need to worry about performing the summoning ritual one by one in a 500 meter radius.
30 new summons now stood in front of him, each taller and bigger than previous specimens. 3 bodies for each case to create a variant that possessed different physical traits.
These amalgamations ranked from common to elite rank while the humanoid specimens ranged from beginners to intermediate rank.
“Trash!” he exclaimed as a look of disappointment appeared on his face.
“I guess low tier bodies can never make up for good results even if I use high-grade cores or increase the numbers.” he spoke.
“I need to meet him again.” he said with a somber expression.
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When the night came, a mage sat under a big purple tree at a park that was filled with hundreds of people having a good time as the merry surrounding was bustling with various vendors selling foods and beverages to the customers.
On one of these benches, Loki was waiting for someone. Just then he saw a foxkin woman and a demonkin male couple kissing in public. Both having no regard for the place and crowd they were standing amongst.
“Eww… Go to horny jail.”
He said and cast a small fire spell behind the foxkin’s long tails and an ailment spell on the demonkin.
“Arrh!” screamed the woman in a high-pitched voice.
Blergh!!
The demonkin retched in the middle of the street.
[He he he he!] chuckled Loki inwardly as he enjoyed the scene in front of him where the woman was screaming for help, trying to put off the fire on her fur of the tails while the demonkin was vomiting continuously.
“Enjoying the view, are you ?” spoke a yellow wolfkin and sat on his side.
“I am indeed.” said Loki to Logan, the wolfkin.
“Why have you called me, sir?” asked Logan.
“I have some requirements. I hope you can provide me double the numbers and with higher rank bodies if they’re available. And don’t worry, you’ll be rewarded heftily.” said Loki, still rejoicing as the scene in front of him was turning worse and the woman was almost lighting up like a torch and many people were trying to put off the fire.
The demonkin on the other hand was almost wriggling on the ground while vomiting blood.
“How much are we talking about here?” asked Logan curiously, completely unaffected by the fiasco.
“Five thousand per week and at least 30 intermediate to master rank specimens.” said Loki in a carefree tone.
“That much?! I’m sorry.. But that’s too much. And even if you gave us half a month, we still won’t manage this big number without alerting the others or getting implicated. Someone is bound to notice.” said Logan in a helpless tone.
“Then you’re saying that you’re incapable?” asked Loki as he stared at the wolfkin in angered eyes and slightly released his aura on the wolfkin.
“No.. Please, let me finish.” said Logan as he shuddered in fear. The deathly glare from the mage felt like a knife stabbed in his heart.
“Just one branch isn’t enough to meet your demands. I have some connections and people who can get what you want.
There’s an entire network of underground racket.” said Logan as he spilled the beans, completely afraid of angering the mage and then facing a fate far worse than these two individuals in the middle of the street were facing.
If the peak grandmaster mage could mortally harm these people just for fun, this powerhouse wouldn’t mind torturing him either.
Loki had already warned him that he didn’t like incompetence so the wolfkin had to offer an alternative to save his own skin.
At the late night, he guided Loki to a secret and completely secluded building at the west end of the city. The castle-like building looked like a rundown and abandoned place from where both of them stood.
“Oh… Well done. Nobody can even see through place if they’re not a grandmaster mage.” said Loki in an approving tone.
Logan then took out an ‘X’ shaped pendant and put it on the display towards the rusted gate.
“We are with and without honor.” he spoke the secret code.
Crang!
The gate suddenly moved and a leshen halberd user suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
The next moment, over a dozen guards dressed in armors and various weapons, started emerging out of the invisible barriers.
The sight in front of them flickered as Loki noticed an isolation barrier.
[They must be using some sort of artifacts to hide this property from everyone.] he thought.
“State your business.” asked the green leshen in a grim tone.
Logan took a deep breath and spoke in a calm tone.
“I’m here to meet the leader of the Nords..” he said in a respectful tone before speaking the name of this leader..
“Lord Odin.”