Chapter 736
Second Grade Fire Dragon Bamler’s underground labyrinth had collapsed!
This scary bit of news spread throughout Lance with the speed of a plague.
Every dragon that heard this news was shocked and started listening for the source of the story and its reliability. Some more meddlesome dragons even took a special trip to Bamler’s labyrinth and attempted to verify the truth of the news with the dragon himself.
Sadly, that Second Grade fire dragon had vanished without a trace, almost as if he had evaporated into thin air.
The labyrinth he’d constructed had utterly collapsed, just as the rumors claimed. The massive amounts of rock and stone that had come down from its collapse also fell into the lava river and blocked it. The lava that continually surged under the Burning Plains had begun to surge up to the surface, forming a massive magma lake where the valley once was.
That stopped the desire of meddlesome dragons to continue pursuing the matter!
Along with the Second Grade fire dragon, his subordinate Firethroat Dragonborn had also vanished. The sight of those tall silhouettes in crimson scales patrolling the burning lands could no longer be seen around the valley.
According to some of the higher magical creatures left in the Burning Plains, it seemed as if Bamler had strangely vanished after some odd outsiders had broken into his territory. Meanwhile, the lack of sufficient information made it difficult for anyone to investigate the true identities of these outsiders.
After running to and fro the north for five long months, Greem finally decided on the new territory of their clan– a place called Icewind.
Icewind.
It was a frigid place neighboring the Black Forest to the east of the Northern Lands.
There were almost no human villages or cities here. Even the closest adept’s tower was four hundred kilometers away. It was actually the territory of the Coldwinter Witches, but they were unwilling to part with a bountiful land in the center of the Northern Lands and thus gave this hundred-kilometer-wide frozen plain to the Fate Witches.
Due to the difficulty of raising Fate Witches, they had not managed to take over their direct subordinate territories completely yet. Such a border area to the Black Forest naturally turned into nothing more than an ornament, a barren land managed by no one.
No witches were willing to stay here, and without the protection of a powerful adept’s tower, there were naturally no citizens who dared to stay here. As such, Greem found absolutely no living people in Icewind when he traveled the entirety of the area, apart from one or two dozen hunter families!
Such a territory might be a profitless bone for others, but it was a decent springboard for Greem. After circling out an area on a hill five kilometers away from the Black Forest, the tower builders that Greem had hired quickly arrived.
Just like in the center of the continent, the tower builders that Greem hired still belonged to a subsidiary force of the Silver Union, based in the Northern Lands. For the sake of his clan’s future development, Greem gritted his teeth and asked them to construct a medium tower.
A medium tower, fifteen levels tall, with all magical facilities possible!
The cost of constructing a medium tower matched its functions and power. The price was so high that it made Greem want to curl up and cry.
One million, two hundred thousand magical crystals; a million and two hundred thousand magical crystals!
Just the odd change in the price of a medium tower could compare to that of a small tower.