The mind detection spell has limited effect on people who are in a coma. However, Xiaoqiang, who is so vital that he still maintains some consciousness, still exists. Although his mind is vague and chaotic, Baihe still found some information he wanted.
He looked at the mixed-race young woman who had become hungry in the center and started to think silently.
“Heislian, do you think we are directly operating this fortress? Or controlling a puppet regime?”
“Host, it is not suitable for large-scale settlement of humanoid creatures.” Heislian looked at the group of prisoners placed on the ground: “However, if it is for the trade of this batch of cold iron ore, someone will probably take risks.”
“…Yes. Then raise them. These guys are worthwhile.”
Baihe gave instructing, and these survivors were sent to the warm room to take care of them.
The researchers began to build the city walls with spells, and the walls were built quickly under the piles of frost and rocks.
In the temporary mine, the institute members began mining in person.
Despite the assistance of machinery and necromancers, some more meticulous work must be carried out personally. These members collect some cold iron ore samples for analysis to provide information for material research in this world. Therefore, when these poor people gradually regain their normal thinking ability, they can often hear the jingling sounds coming from the mine from time to time.
The human power of these poor people was not wasted at all. Under the threat of a group of undead supervisors, more than a dozen strong men became mining coolies, and a few women were responsible for making food. Bailong lowered the two maids from the ground. Every day, except memorizing spells, studying magic, occasionally monitoring the village with secret eyes, and sleeping with Sifu at night. This rich man in the countryside lived a very comfortable life.
Tilu Cobden opened her eyes from the nightmare, and she stood up with pain with her head. Due to her bloodline and spoiled, this woman was born with a weak constitution and was the last one among the lucky ones to wake up.
When she woke up it was during the day, the big glacier was not a place suitable for human survival. She was ill in bed and did not assemble the warm clothes assigned by Baihe to the mine slaves. As soon as she walked out of the igloo, she felt extremely cold. As soon as she was about to retreat, she was shocked by the scene:
There were no traces of frost giants in the empty village. On the contrary, some stiff undead creatures walked around in the almost silent villages and towns. Occasionally passing by one or two living people, they saw Tilu coming out of the house, with a strange expression but not speaking, but hurried into the huge building behind the mountain.
Tilu listened to the terrifying sound from the huge building, and her heart was filled with fear. She had been in a semi-confused state for some time before she woke up. In this state, she knew that she had been suffering.When it comes to care, it is obvious that someone rescued herself from the clutches of the Frost Giant, but the situation in front of her made her realize that something is different:
Obviously, there is also a problem with saving their existence.
She looked at these undead creatures and fell into deeper fear.
Curiosity drove her to move to the wide gate of the building, and then she saw her companions stiffly knocking on the cold iron ore deposit with a group of undead, throwing the cold iron ore into the metal machinery that made a huge roar. Some children in white coats stood around the machinery, as if observing and recording something.
They saw Tilu’s appearance, and more than a dozen pairs of light gray pupils stared at her face at the same time. Tilu found that the children’s characteristics were exactly the same, with exactly the same white hair and light gray pupils, and even the same gender were exactly the same height. Of course, what was more synchronized was that their expressions were serious and emotional.
These dozen sights made Tilu Cobden fall into deeper fear. She dared not stay here anymore. She turned around and ran to the square in the center of the village. At this location, she could see the gate in the center of the city wall made of ice, snow and rocks. She ran to the gate. A strange fragrance attracted her attention. She saw something cooking there. Tilu walked over and looked at it. A frost giant’s head rolled out with the boiling water.
Tilu sat down on the ground, her mind instantly blank.
A huge thing seemed to move at the edge of her vision. Her dull eyes subconsciously moved, and she saw the stitched monster, which could not be described in words, shaking its pus-flowing belly, slowly walking towards her.
A shocking scream erupted from Tilu’s throat. Before the stitched monster with tentacles was approaching, she fell into a coma again.
…
Tilu opened her eyes.
The red-burning fireplace emitted a warm breath. She lifted the soft quilt on her body and breathed a sigh of relief at the velvet face pillow.
Is everything an illusion?
She did not make such a reckless decision under impulse, nor could she still be unable to escape the misfortune of death after experiencing despair, nor would she encounter those inexplicably terrifying things.
It turns out that it’s all dreams.
She took a few breaths and walked towards the hall where there were lights and decorations. Suddenly, Tilu remembered that her coming-of-age ceremony was so prosperous. All kinds of dignitaries appeared in the hall and sent her blessings.
Her mood couldn’t help but jump. This was right, this was the life she Tilu Cobden should live, with loose and soft beds, gorgeously decorated halls, grand banquets, not dark basement orCold ice cave.
She sat excitedly at one end of the dining table, looked at the empty tableware, and called out her close maid loudly: “Mary! Mary! Set the food quickly!”
“Come!” The strong middle-aged maid held a big pot and began to add pre-meal hot soup to the big bowl in front of each seat to drink a bowl of hot soup before the meal. This is the daily dietary habit of the people of the North.
Table etiquette put the owner’s order at the end, and the maid snatched the head of a boiled frost giant and put it in Tilu’s big soup bowl.
Tilu sat up from the bed in horror. He retching in his throat and coughing constantly at the ground.
“Miss, calm down.” A broad palm stroked her back. Tilu woke up and grabbed the middle-aged woman’s palm. Looking at the igloo that was arranged exactly the same as before she fainted, she started crying tremblingly: