Chapter 272 Resist Instant Death

Fear stems from the unknown.

When things beyond one's comprehension appear, this intangible fear is completely amplified.

After Minori effortlessly disregarded all the magic cast by the Magelos tribe, Queen Nasrene gave up resisting.

The entire 1500-strong Magelos tribe was brought under Minori's control.

Although the number wasn't large, the overall strength of the Magelos tribe far surpassed that of the Zern and Pandex tribes.

The total number of the three tribes reached 8500, and the southernmost area of the Abelion Hills was under Minori's control.

A temporary castle room was built on the hill.

Beside a rough wooden table, pieced together from two chopped-down trees and covered in tiny burrs.

Minori stood at the edge of the table, intently studying a beast skin map, seemingly made from some kind of magical beast hide, giving it an ancient and rustic feel.

This was a map of the Abelion Hills, contributed by the Magelos tribe, showing the general locations of various tribes in the hills.

As expected of one of the top tribes in the hills, the Zern and Pandex tribes, hiding deep in the caves and rarely interacting with the outside world, couldn't produce such a map.

"If I remember correctly, in the future, Demiurge will quickly rule the hills and form an army of 100,000 demi-humans to attack the Holy Kingdom."

Minori stared at the map, a thoughtful look in his eyes, "Given Demiurge's personality, these demi-humans are just tools, and he won't care about manpower issues or emotions."

"So, the total number of demi-humans in the entire Abelion Hills shouldn't exceed 150,000."

If the demi-humans in the entire hills were divided into two categories, one would be the kind that is inherently bloodthirsty, treating humans as food.

In game terms, these are the demi-human races with a "Justice Value" leaning towards evil.

The other type may not necessarily have a good impression of humans, but they have a certain level of morality, such as the Zern, Pandex, and Magelos tribes currently under his control.

Ordinary trolls belong to the evil-leaning race, but fortunately, they have low intelligence, making them perfect for use as tools.

Minori picked up a blackened wooden branch, the charred end marking several bloodthirsty demi-human tribes on the map.

"Later, the demi-human tribes that really need to be cleaned up will be placed on these bloodthirsty demi-human races."

Minori raised the blackened wooden branch in his hand, "We need to weaken the strength of the demi-humans in the hills, but we can't completely deprive them of their power."

"This 'degree' is indeed not easy to grasp."

The red robe's cuff slipped down as Minori raised his hand, revealing a bronze arm guard, snugly fitted on his wrist.

The bronze arm guard had black silk thread patterns inlaid on it, and if you looked closely, you could notice a faint shimmer.

This arm guard was the magical item carried by Queen Nasrene of the Magelos tribe, called the "Death Guardian Arm Guard."

Although the level was not high, it had the ability to grant the wearer complete resistance to "instant death effects" once a day.

This resistance could even withstand the instant death effect caused by the super-tier magic "Dark Young's Offering."

Not to mention the eighth-tier magic "Death" and the ninth-tier magic "Grasp Heart", which Ainz was best at using, both of which caused "instant death" damage.

Of course.

Against Ainz's killer move, "The goal of all life is death", which came with complete instant death, it would have no effect.

The only way to counter this trump card was to use resurrection-type magic or hold resurrection items.

No matter what.

Before this, Minori had no means to counter "instant death" effect skills, but now he finally had one.

This gave him some confidence when facing Zesshi Zetsumei in the future.

He hadn't forgotten that her usual armament was the Six Great Gods' Death God's artifact, "Charon's Guidance."

This armament had the eighth-tier magic "Death" built into it.

Dong dong dong, a soft knock sounded.

"Enter," Minori said without raising his head.

The Lizardman Cruche Lulu, still wrapped in straw, respectfully walked in from outside the door, her long, snow-white tail dragging on the ground, the tip slightly raised, seemingly a little nervous.

"Lord," Lizardman Cruche Lulu placed her white claws crossed over her chest, respectfully speaking to Minori inside the room.

"Have you mastered 'cloud operation' yet?" Minori asked without raising his head.

"N-no."

Lizardman Cruche Lulu's tail tip tilted even higher, her voice becoming more nervous.

Minori shifted his gaze from the map and looked up at her: "Then what is it?"

Lizardman Cruche Lulu took a deep breath: "Lord, the trolls and goblins sent to the border of the Holy Kingdom for the second time have been killed, and the gold ore they were carrying was also taken away by humans."

After saying this.

Lizardman Cruche Lulu's straw-wrapped head lowered even more, seemingly afraid of Minori's anger.

She didn't understand why the Lord was doing this.

But she subconsciously felt that this would make Minori angry,

However, unexpectedly.

A chuckle sounded, making Lizardman Cruche Lulu relax a bit.

The human Lord didn't seem angry.

"Then send the trolls and goblins on another trip," Minori said.

"Yes, Lord," Lizardman Cruche Lulu quickly responded respectfully.

"Wait a moment."

On Minori's cheeks behind the black mask, a faint smile appeared, his gaze calm as he continued:

"This time, don't carry gold ore. Take a basket of herbs instead. If you're still killed, then switch to monster fur, agate, gems, or cave crystals."

"These things are not very useful to the demi-humans; the hills are not lacking."

"Yes, sir." The Lizardman Cruche Lulu bowed deeply and carefully retreated from the room.

"It's only January now; there's no rush." Minori's gaze returned to the map, and he muttered to himself:

"Experience, profession—"

The border of the Holy Kingdom.

The Central Fortress.

A slightly gray room, with brick walls on all sides, and the windows wide open letting in the cool breeze.

Several figures were standing around a round table. They were all captains of the Central Fortress soldier teams. Besides these few, two men were sitting at the round table,

And these two.

One was strong and sturdy, with thick eyebrows and an unkempt beard that gave him a rough, wild look, but a pair of beady eyes broke the heroic feel of his face, adding a touch of comical incongruity.

Clang! Clang!

Most noticeable were the eight single-edged swords he wore, and even a simple movement of his body would cause the blades to rub against each other, creating a clanging sound.

The other man sitting down.

Was equally strong, but more slender than the other, as if he had removed excess muscle to hone his body for agility.

Sharp, piercing black eyes that made people shiver at a single glance—a truly terrifying gaze, with a delicate and expensive magic bow on his back.

The air in the room was a little quiet.

The fact that only two people were sitting while the rest were standing was enough to show that these two men were of very high status.

And indeed, that was the case.

These two men were two of the 'Nine Colors' of the Holy Kingdom. The one with the eight blades was Orlando Campano, and the one with the bow was Pabel Baraja.

The so-called 'Nine Colors' were titles bestowed by the Holy King, and those granted 'Nine Colors' were talents in various fields within the Holy Kingdom.

These two were also the highest-ranking individuals in the entire Central Fortress.

At this moment.

Everyone's eyes were on the three head-sized gold ore stones placed on the table.

Several standing troop captains were clearly trying to restrain themselves from looking at the gold ore on the table, but their eyes couldn't help but drift over.

A brief silence.

"Something is not right." Pabel, carrying the bow, spoke first, his dark eyes staring at the gold ore on the table, with no trace of greed, only doubt.

Not long ago, Pabel had heard of a small team that had accidentally obtained gold ore, and at the time, he had sighed that those guys were lucky.

Now!

The trolls had actually sent gold ore again, and this time the gold ore was not only larger but also more numerous, a full three head-sized pieces.

Judging by its density, Pabel couldn't determine its value after refining, but he knew it was worth at least several hundred gold coins.

Was this situation normal?

Of course not!

Historically, the demi-humans who attacked the fortress walls were either remnants of demi-humans who had been defeated or driven out of the hills, small in number and not much of a threat, hardly counting as an attack.

Or they were genuine large demi-human forces.

But neither of these had ever brought gold ore to attack the fortress walls, at least not in Pabel's memory.

But now it had happened twice.

"Not normal?"

"I don't think so." Orlando, wearing heavy leather armor, chuckled easily:

"Don't always be so nervous, Pabel. What's not normal about something that's delivered right to our door?"

"Anyway, it's fine as long as these demi-humans are killed."

Pabel glanced helplessly at Orlando, feeling that discussing things with him was not a smart decision, but he agreed with his words: "That's indeed the case."

There had only been two such incidents so far, and they could indeed be described as accidents. After all, the demi-human situation in the Abelion Hills was complex, and anything could happen.

This matter was not a big deal, but it was indeed not a small matter either. Reporting it upwards would seem like making a mountain out of a molehill.

Pabel was still somewhat doubtful, but he couldn't analyze any useful clues.

The most fundamental reason for holding this small meeting was that the value of these three gold ore stones was too high, completely different from the first time.

If it were completely handed over to that small team that handled the corpses, it would probably cause dissatisfaction among the other teams.

"What's the situation now?" Pabel pondered for a moment, then looked up at the standing captains.

"Your Excellency, this subordinate has tried his best to block the news, but I'm afraid it has already spread." One of the captains stepped forward, a sheepish smile on his face, and spoke softly.

"Is that so."

Pabel sighed softly, knowing that it wasn't the other party's fault. After all, many people had seen it at the time, and it was already too late to block the news.

"Since that's the case, let's discuss the distribution plan." Pabel became more serious and spoke to Orlando.