NOVPUBChapter 1108: 350. Disguised Seller_2
Noland Lee nodded slowly, aware of the matter.
As someone who had already escaped from this place, there were no great waves in his heart.
There were now two relatively ideal plans.
First, to find an opportunity to fly to the Undead Cult’s main camp and deconstruct one of its important members to obtain intelligence related to the Steel Forest of Mortal World.
The danger of this lay in the fact that the Vortex Mountains had been enclosed by the Undead Cult’s magic barrier.
Getting to see an important member of the Undead Cult might not be easy.
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The second plan Noland Lee envisioned, involved the Death Herald Guild.
Some of the wizards from the Death Herald Guild appearing in the “Decayed Wilderness” were permanently stationed in Tatis.
Of course, they were secretly residing in Tatis, not registered at the Earth Vein Pillar.
These Death Herald Guild wizards had connections with the Undead Cult.
The former provided the latter with Ulnas Circle’s magic materials and magic stones, while the latter shared the Undead Cult’s internal magic with the former.
If Noland Lee could disguise himself as a wizard from the Death Herald Guild, he should be able to connect with the Undead Cult.
“Oh, right, speaking of the battle situation, I recalled a strange phenomenon that has appeared recently,” Morster said, slapping his forehead:
“You know, due to the presence of Spirit Pivots in the tombs, we can’t collect soul fragments from undead corpses until we destroy the Spirit Pivots. After the wizards from the Earth Vein Pillar came here, they developed a type of Earth Rock Magic that could shield the influence of Spirit Pivots. With this magic, we can erect a magic barrier around the Spirit Pivots to isolate their influence on the undead of the tombs and then successfully harvest soul fragments.”
Morster raised both hands, gesturing a hemisphere enclosing the Spirit Pivot, then clapped and said:
“But recently, this method has stopped working. It’s not that the shielding effect of the Earth Rock Magic has declined, but rather, the undead in the tombs no longer possess as much ‘wealth’ as before. They used to have at least 3 points of Soul Energy, but now, they average only 0.5 points, with the quantity of soul fragments greatly reduced.”
Noland Lee raised an eyebrow:
“It sounds like the Undead Cult is deliberately doing this to prevent the Earth Vein Pillar from collecting soul fragments.”
Morster shook his head slightly:
“We thought so at first as well, but we later discovered that it’s not that simple. The total amount of soul fragments in the Spirit Pivots has also significantly dropped, and they no longer produce ‘Eternal Essence’ as they used to.”
Morster rubbed his head, troubled:
“It’s really strange when you think about it. Why would all the Spirit Pivots produce ‘Eternal Essence’ overnight? If it weren’t for the Empire’s ample reserves, the ‘Imperial Fist’ would definitely vanish immediately. Even my father doesn’t know the reason…”
Apart from the Emperor, no one else in the Empire would know of the existence of the Dusk Giants.
The ‘Eternal Essence’ Morster referred to was the ‘Vitality Surge’ from the corpse of the Dusk Giant Omisgard.
When Noland Lee had just crossed over, Omisgard’s body was in the hands of the Undead Cult, and his soul and brain essence were with the Tatis Emperor.
After Omisgard transferred his soul and the extraordinary traits from his body away from both parties to the resurrection space in the “Bustling Tunnel,” neither the Undead Cult nor the Emperor could obtain Omisgard’s extraordinary traits anymore.
As a participant in the whole event, Noland was well aware of the cause and effect.
But he could not reveal it…
Returning to the main topic.
The issue of the reduction in soul fragment quantities mentioned by Morster had captured Noland’s attention.
From the memory fragments of the Death Herald Guild wizards, Noland discovered an increase in the amount of Soul Energy and Death Energy that the Undead Cult was purchasing from the Death Herald Guild.
Moreover, the Undead Cult was also seeking to purchase Soul Energy and Death Energy from other wizard forces both inside and outside the Ulnas Circle, seemingly welcoming any who were offering.
Noland reached into his magic pouch and touched a Shadow Orb.
A clever plan quickly took shape in his mind.
“Let’s leave it at that for now, Morster, thanks for the information you’ve provided,” Noland said.
After packing away the two file bags and returning them, he added:
“I might take a trip to the tombs. Do I need to prepare something like a pass for that?”
Morster put the file bags back into the drawer and handed over a magic card made from Rock and Soil Energy:
“Take this, show it to the wizards of the Earth Vein Pillar when necessary. As for ordinary soldiers and Biochemical Giants, I think you can handle them.”
Noland stuffed the magic card into his pocket and stood up to leave.
That evening, Noland Lee and Denise Green stayed temporarily in the Blade Mountain Range.
At dawn the next morning, the two left the territory of Division Intelligence Unit Two and entered the Land of Suffering, now known as the Land of Resurgence.
The Korabo Corps Fortress, once reduced to ruins by the siege of the Undead Cult, had now become a human city on the Land of Resurgence.
It boasted several railways and a bustling train station. In terms of both popularity and land area, it had increased several times more than before.
Noland settled Denise in the city, now dubbed Revival City, then disguised himself as a Grey Wizard who had sneaked in from outside the city to seek out the spy the Undead Cult had planted within.
The false identity Noland had set for himself was that of a Grey Wizard who mastered death and shadow magic.
“Shadow Cloak,” this magic spell, was his tool to prove his identity.
In addition to that, his magic pouch contained shadow magic materials, shadow demon stones, and a shadow soul puppet sealed inside a shadow orb.
All of these substantiated Noland’s pretended identity.
Furthermore, to make his act even more convincing, he had Selena, who had stayed at the Deep Sea Branch, prepare for him a batch of soul gems.
Noland would use these soul gems to cater to the needs of the Undead Cult and knock on their door.
There was another key point.
A token.
A token from the Death Herald Guild.
Noland rummaged through his magic pouch and found the spoils collected by Nolin.
After disposing of those 10 Death Notice Guild wizards in the “Decayed Wilderness,” Nolin put all their spoils into the magic pouch.
Among them was an introduction letter that the Death Notice Guild hadn’t had the chance to send to the Gray Wizard forces yet.
This kind of introduction letter was unsigned and unregistered. It would be sent to the “exchange platform” of the Gray Wizard forces—a illegal free port located in the Deep Sea.
Holding this letter, when finding the spy of the Undead Cult and handing it to them, would earn him preliminary trust.
“Everything is ready. Next, it’s time to send a signal to the people of the Undead Cult to meet.”
Noland stood amid the white steam in the bustling meeting point, leaning casually against a street lamp.
Wearing a hat that covered half of his face and holding a pipe in his hand, he brought it to his bearded mouth, appearing just like a passerby killing time on the street.
Noland nonchalantly stuck a black sticker on the street lamp, then walked into a deserted alley as if nothing was out of the ordinary, quietly waiting for his contact to arrive.
“Pitter-patter…”
Boots splashed black droplets of water in the crater’s puddles.
A numb-faced man with greyish-white skin walked into the alley and turned into the one where Noland was.
Noland cast Deconstruction at the man, then reached into his pocket and threw a soul gem his way.
The man was drawn to the shiny gray glow of the gem and couldn’t help but reveal a greedy expression, catching it and taking a strong sniff at its scent.
“I heard you guys wanted soul energy, so I came,” Noland said calmly, reaching into his pocket and tossing the introduction letter over.
The greyish-white-skinned man controlled his urge to absorb the soul fragments, opened the introduction letter, and gave it a brief glance.
He squeezed out a hair-raising smile at Noland, stuffed the letter and the soul gem into his pocket, then waved his hand, motioning for Noland to follow him.
“Welcome, friend. Come with me,” he said.
Noland followed the man through twist and turns, from inside the city to outside, from above ground to underground, and finally stopped in a privately dug basement.
Here, Noland saw more and more unofficial members of the Undead Cult.
They were humans who had begun to undergo transformation ceremonies and were known as Death Cult Converts.
Although they seemed to breathe and have a heartbeat, some of their organs were already transforming into death magic organs.
The person presiding over their transformation ceremonies was a low-rank acolyte of the Undead Cult.
He was a genuine undead but had disguised himself as a human using the magic spell “Disguise as a Living Corpse.”
