Lord: I have built a witch's sanctuary.

Chapter 125 Luck

Chapter 124 Luck

Outside Frostwolf City, ice and snow raged.

The outer city's three-tiered walls stand majestically, firmly protecting the entire main city and the three thousand acres of magical energy farmland behind it.

On the city walls, at intervals, stands a witch's tower radiating various colors of light.

Lorraine, draped in a heavy lord's coat, rested his hands on the battlements, gazing intently at the empty snowfield.

"My lord."

Fourth-tier Grand Knight Victor strode steadily up the city wall, the heavy armor clanging against each other with a dull thud.

He knelt on one knee behind Lorraine and respectfully reported, "The outer patrols have just been rotated. From the alchemy watchtower, no large-scale monster activity has been detected within a 30-mile radius. The defense line is secure."

Upon hearing this report, which should have been reassuring, Lorraine showed no joy; instead, she let out a long sigh.

Upon seeing this, Victor's expression immediately turned serious. He stood up and lowered his voice, saying, "Is your concern, sir, for the tough battle five days from now? Please rest assured, all the soldiers of Frostwolf City are prepared to die. Even if the fifth-tier demon, Winter Lord, were to personally come, we would use our flesh and blood to forge your last line of defense!"

Upon hearing the knight's words, the city defense soldiers standing guard straightened their backs, gripped their spears tightly, and displayed a tragic and resolute expression on their faces, ready to die for their cause.

"Go to your deaths? Who told you to go to your deaths?" Lorraine turned her head, looked at Victor's serious face, and waved her hand impatiently. "I'm worried about where we're going to get monster materials since none of the monsters outside are coming."

Upon hearing this, Victor froze on the spot.

The soldiers around them, who were ready to give their lives for their lord at any moment, looked at each other in astonishment.

Other lords, upon hearing that there were no monsters outside their cities, were eager to throw a three-day feast to celebrate.

My own lord, on the contrary, actually complains that it's not dangerous enough outside?

Ignoring his men's shock, Lorraine turned around, leaned against the city wall, and silently calculated the current fighting strength of Frostwolf City.

Only five days remain before the Winter Lord's army is fully restored.

Five days later, a genuine fifth-tier demon will sweep across the entire Northern Territory with an overwhelming tide of beasts.

Lorraine was well aware of Babel's current state of affairs.

He does indeed have many witches under his command, and they are of extremely high quality.

Anna, Ohm, Catherine, and Victor, the great knight, make up a total of four fourth-tier powerhouses.

Combined with the densely packed Witch Towers on the city walls, and the mass-produced Warhound-class Titan mechs of Ohm.

To be honest, this lineup is extremely luxurious even in the entire North.

With so many fourth-tier combatants and terrifying firepower, even if they were to face the fifth-tier Winter Lord, they would be able to outnumber him and wear him down.

The problem is that without a fifth-tier witch to lead the charge on the front lines and withstand the fifth-tier pressure and devastating blows of the Winter Lord, the ordinary soldiers and low-tier witches below will inevitably be affected.

Even if we win, the casualty figures for Frostwolf City will be extremely high.

This is something Lorraine absolutely cannot accept.

He wasn't the kind of person who would risk his subordinates' lives.

Anna, Ohm, Olivia, Lyra, Victor—these people have followed him all the way, and each of them is a core fighting force that he has painstakingly cultivated.

The only way to minimize casualties is to create a fifth-tier witch within these five days.

However, reality dealt Lorraine a heavy blow.

He has taken inventory of the territory's warehouses over the past few days.

Although he had killed a huge number of monsters and collected a massive amount of materials before taking over Frostwolf City.

But Frostwolf City has developed far too quickly during this period.

The rising fourth-tier metal city walls, Ohm's fourth-tier advancement ceremony, the assembly line production of massive mechanical legions, and the full-power operation of the weather controller—each of these was frantically devouring resources.

The materials currently stored in the city are far from sufficient to support any witch in advancing to the fifth rank.

What frustrated Lorraine the most was that for a whole month, all the monsters in the Northern Territory seemed to have vanished into thin air.

The reason is simple: the firepower of the Tower of Babel was so overwhelming that it wiped out the army sent by the Winter Lord.

This directly led to a break in the ecosystem surrounding Frostwolf City.

Now, apart from a few scattered monsters that randomly spawn according to the world rules and come to their deaths at the city walls when the moment of calamity arrives, there is no longer that grand spectacle of organized, large-scale attacks.

"Sigh, I really miss those good old days when people lined up to deliver packages." Lorraine shook her head, her tone full of regret.

Victor stood aside, listening to the lord's感慨 (sentiments/reflections), and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly involuntarily.

To describe the terrifying monster horde as a delivery service—perhaps only their own lord in the entire North could say something like that.

Lorraine straightened up, patted the snow off the large pillar, and strode towards the foot of the city wall.

"Victor, keep an eye on the city's defenses. I'm going to the Clock Tower of Destiny."

After passing through the bustling inner city streets, Lorraine arrived at the core area of ​​the territory.

A clock tower exuding a mysterious aura stands silently in the wind and snow.

Leila was sitting cross-legged on the open ground outside the clock tower, her heterochromatic eyes, one black and one gold, were slightly narrowed, and her slender fingers were suspended in mid-air, with faint silver threads wrapped around her fingertips.

Hearing footsteps, she opened her eyes and immediately stood up after seeing who it was.

"My lord," Lyra bowed slightly.

"Lyra, I need your help," Lorraine said bluntly.

"Please speak," Lyra said earnestly, her one black and one gold eye staring straight at Lorraine.

"Please bless me with good luck."

Leila paused for a moment, then tilted her head: "Blessing with good luck?"

"right.

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"Now?"

"Now."

Leila's expression became somewhat confused.

She could certainly do it; after advancing to the third rank, she already possessed the power to manipulate the threads of fate. But she didn't understand why Lorraine had suddenly made this request.

"My lord, have you encountered some trouble?" Leila asked cautiously. "Or... is some danger approaching?"

There was a hint of nervousness in her voice.

Since advancing to the third tier, Laila is no longer as insecure and sensitive as before, but the instinct deep down that fears bringing disaster to those around her still remains.

Lorraine noticed her worry and waved her hand, "It's not dangerous at all. Quite the opposite—what I lack right now isn't safety, it's danger."

"————What?" Leila was completely confused.

Lorraine leaned against a stone pillar in the bell tower and explained calmly, "The Winter Lord will be leading his troops south in five days. I need a fifth-tier witch to hold him off, but I don't have enough materials to advance to the fifth tier. The city's stock of monster materials is almost depleted, and there are no monsters to fight outside."

Leila nodded; she had a general understanding of the situation.

"So," Lorraine said, "I need monsters to attack the city."

Leila's eyes widened suddenly.

"You mean—you want me to use the power of fate to lure the monster here?"

"To be precise, it was good luck that I 'coincidentally' encountered a monster siege."

Lorraine corrected, "You don't need to directly control the monsters; you just need to steer the course of fate."

Leila was silent for two seconds, then suddenly laughed.

"Others' good fortune is peace and safety, but your good fortune is having enemies come to your death."

"You understand perfectly." Lorraine said without changing her expression.

Without further hesitation, Leila sat cross-legged back down on the open ground.

She closed her eyes, slowly raised her hands, and fine silver threads reappeared on her fingertips.

These threads are almost invisible to the naked eye, but in Lyra's perception, they are like a giant net covering the entire world, each thread connecting to a life, an event, or a possibility.

This is the thread of fate.

Lyra gently flicked her fingers, pulling the threads wrapped around Frostwolf City in a specific direction.

She didn't force anything to change; she simply chose the branch with "a large number of monsters heading towards Frostwolf City" from among countless possibilities, and then gave it a gentle push.

It's like turning the road sign in a different direction at a fork in the road.

The silver thread trembled slightly before returning to stillness.

Leila opened her eyes: "All done."

"So fast?"

"A change of fate can happen in an instant," Lyra stood up and brushed non-existent dust off her skirt. "As for when the outcome will be revealed—that depends on luck."

After she finished speaking, she couldn't help but laugh at herself—it was indeed a bit funny that the Witch of Fate, who was supposed to bless the lord with good fortune, said that the outcome depended on luck.

Lorraine did not linger in the clock tower; he turned and left, then went up to the city wall.

At fixed intervals along the city wall stood a witch's tower, its magical light emanating from its spires standing out starkly against the grey sky.

Lorraine stood on the north side of the city wall, his gaze sweeping across the vast snowfield to the north.

That is the territory of the Winter Lord. In five days, a fifth-tier demon will lead a large army from that direction and crush us.

The wind was strong, making Lorraine's cloak flutter loudly.

He stood there and waited for about seven or eight minutes.

Then, he saw it.

On the northern horizon, at the edge of the gray-white snowfield, a blurry black shadow is moving.

It started as a small dot, but that dot expanded at a visible rate.

Immediately afterwards, the ground began to shake.

The vibration was very slight, but Lorraine, who had already acquired the physique of a fourth-tier knight, could clearly feel that a heavy, rhythmic tremor was coming from a distance.

It is not a monster.

It wasn't ten.

Lorraine squinted and finally saw the scene in the distance clearly.

Thousands of gray shadows stirred up a large amount of snow dust, rapidly approaching Frostwolf City. The scale of the snow dust was like a white curtain descending once again, an unstoppable wall of snow dust advancing towards Frostwolf City.

This is exactly the monster horde that Lyra foretold.

Lorraine's lips curled up slightly.

"Layla's luck worked pretty quickly."

"The delivery guy is here!"