The Undead were definitely up to something, that much was clear to anyone who had been offshore in the last few weeks. It didn't appear to be about loot, they were still striking at whatever came close to them, not hunting high-value targets.
And it didn't appear to be about numbers, as they weren't taking excessive numbers of prisoners either.
So, the mystery of their goals faded into the background, and the conversation turned to what could be done about the increasingly high numbers of monster spawns.
While that was a threat that the Golden Dragon Nation had been used to for many years now, it was new to the Dragon Isles, and the nation of Gabil, or the Gabilese Theocracy, as the Dwarves in Bara jokingly called it, was in bad shape.
They were already a low population area, with most of their cities and major roads running along the coast. So, there were many instances where they didn't even know there was a problem until the number of monsters got high enough that they started to spread out and threaten villages hundreds of kilometres from their starting point. At that point, the original portal was long since closed, leaving the monsters behind with no actions to be taken except to minimize the threat.
But while Gabil was mostly a Dwarven nation, there were entire villages of monster species living there as well.
To say that the Ogre villages were less than pleased when insane Ogres showed up and started to attack them without listening to reason would be an understatement. But it also created friction and distrust between the monster villages and the Dwarves that they were used to trading with.
If the vanguard of the convoy wasn't someone that the guard personally recognized, they would be on guard against attack, and everyone's first response was to treat them with suspicion, despite having been neighbours for decades or centuries.
Some groups got over it, others took it very personally.
Oddly, the Naga Tribes, who were not known for their hospitality or social nature to begin with, were among those who took it the best. 'A sane Naga and a crazy Naga look the same from a distance' they had said.
There were some suspicions that a few of the Monster populated villages had used the monster spawns as an excuse to settle old grudges, but so far, nobody had managed to prove anything of the sort.
"So, if we just wander around the inland areas, and stop to talk to the villages, we should be able to find the worst of the problems?" Karl asked as the waitress brought out a skillet full of honey soaked cornbread for them to snack on.
One of the Dwarven locals nodded. "That would be the easiest way. There are roads, of a sort, connecting them, so it's not hard to get from one to another. But where you find damage to the roads, you'll most likely find a monster spawn.
They seem to have something against all forms of development."
Karl nodded. "The monster spawns are known to attack buildings as well. And it's not always monsters. I have heard of some that were magical beasts as well, but just as insane as the rest."
The Dwarves shrugged. "It's hard to tell unless we actually see them appear. There are plenty of things in the wilderness that can drive the animals insane. Including the Undead." fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
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