Chapter 149: Refugee Knowledge Dissemination Plan

When Naimi Xisi entered the valley, he was somewhat disappointed to find that the environment had been completely ruined by that shaman.

Within the basin spanning several hundred miles, necromantic energy was everywhere, and grim green energy wraith‑flames floated in the air.

The cause of this phenomenon was that the shaman had created a large number of low‑rank Undead.

These Undead were mostly zombie‑like varieties, but with sturdier bodies; in the shaman's memory they were called "Voodoo Zombies."

Naimi Xisi even learned the spell to create such zombies: the Spellcaster mixes a virus into water and feeds it to the victim, whose body then shows low blood pressure, respiratory distress, pulmonary edema and other symptoms, and within seven days transforms into this powerful zombie.

It is said that deep within the mysterious Maztek Continent, there exists a secret cult called the "Voodoo cult" that mass‑converts sentient beings into Voodoo Zombies.

After the shaman‑turned otter was swallowed whole by a rain dragon, those Voodoo Zombies instantly became ownerless; with a wave of his hand, Naimi Xisi seized control of thousands of zombies in the basin, sending them out of the valley to guard the canyon entrance.

"The Undead Crown's effect is truly useful," Naimi Xisi said, nodding with satisfaction.

Having entered the level‑12 【Spell Guardian】 profession, he fully awakened the exemplar power of all Eight Major Factions' spells, but as a price, the priest's exemplar power was removed.

The Undead Crown, as one of the most crucial pieces for a high‑rank Necromancer to assemble an Undead army, has an extremely practical effect: any ownerless Skeleton or Zombie facing a Necromancer who has awakened the Undead Crown will be controlled as easily as a sheep, with no limit on number!

Seeing the dragon wave his hand and command so many terrifying Undead, the refugees grew even more reverent, for in the Niksalan people's understanding, Voodoo Zombies are dreadfully terrifying beings—the most common protagonists in the horror stories their parents told them in childhood.

After cleansing the valley of necromantic energy, Naimi Xisi cleared his throat and addressed the many future outstanding employees.

"Niksalan people, tell me, where is your value?"

Faced with the dragon's question, the Niksalan refugees looked at each other, unsure what to say.

Value? What value could these refugees, despised wherever they go, possibly have?

Actually, Walo Sang offered an opinion: "Honorable Dragon Highness, I believe our value is to create a higher‑quality living environment for you and to provide you with better service!"

As a former noble, Walo Sang fully understood what mattered most to those extravagant, decadent great nobles.

What? You say the one before us isn't a great noble but a giant dragon?

Don't joke, the dragon knows how to enjoy life even more than a great noble!

Naimi Xisi smiled with great satisfaction at Walo Sang's timely sense.

Very well, he had been worried that after arriving on the new continent he lacked the sycophantic Dependents he used to have—now a new one appears!

"Well said!" the dragon clapped its two massive claws together, and the refugees, though clueless, also began clapping their hands.

"But! That is not the most important thing at this stage," Naimi Xisi said, raising a finger and shaking it side to side.

"From now on, you will be assigned a single task, and it will be the only task."

In the dragon's hand appeared an ornate, antiquated book, faintly inscribed with the title "Introduction to Magic Runes."

"I will teach you the basics of Magic Knowledge, and then you must learn every piece of content in this book!"

"Uhh…"

Walo Sang broke out cold sweat on his forehead, muttering inwardly that the dragon must be insane—was it really going to teach these clueless refugees how to become a Mage?

He did not know that Naimi Xisi's goal was merely to turn them into construction workers capable of carving magic runes. After the Mage Tower is completed, perhaps the dragon, if in a good mood, will select a few promising seedlings and grant them precious spell knowledge.

Compared with Walo Sang's doubt, the other refugees— even Mai Titisi—were delighted; acquiring the mysterious knowledge that only a shaman could master was, to them, like a pie falling from the sky.

This dragon who saved them not only refrained from enslaving them or forcing blood sacrifices, but also gave them a chance to acquire precious knowledge—far more benevolent than their own deities!

In the following days, Naimi Xisi unusually displayed patience, setting up a temporary wooden table in the valley's center each day to explain the basics of spells to everyone.

He taught how to connect to the Magic Net, how to sense mana, and even how to cast tricks.

These teachings sound difficult, but are actually very simple; for most creatures living in Toriel, accessing the Magic Net is effortless, and the vast majority of humans can perform a fingertip fire‑spark trick.

The difficulty of becoming a Mage lies mainly in learning to construct Spell Models and create new Spell Models; for a seasoned Mage, even a first‑rank Mage, this is not overly hard.

However, teaching these clueless refugees about Spell Model knowledge would be too much for the dragon; Naimi Xisi does not have that patience.

He only needs them to learn to sense mana, after which they can begin carving magic runes.

The prerequisite for carving magic runes is that the carver must be able to sense the flow of mana; when they perceive a mismatch between their carving and the mana flow, they must adjust and re‑carve promptly.

Otherwise, if they simply follow a picture, the final assembled runes may have mana twisted like a tangled rope, rendering them completely useless.

!

This completely eliminated Naimi Xisi's idea of using those Chain family Undead and Summoning projections for labor; those idiots simply don't understand this..

"Mage Tower Construction Guide? Master, do you mean we are to build a Mage Tower here?"

After finishing the lesson, Naimi Xisi kept Walo Sang aside and showed him the book 'Mage Tower Construction Guide.'

"Exactly. Once they have mastered that magic rune book, you will lead them to begin constructing the Mage Tower."

"Walo Sang, I have high hopes for you," the dragon said with a suggestive tone, beginning to paint a grand picture.

"You and I hail from the same continent, more worldly than these natives; work hard, and perhaps I'll consider taking you back to Sword Bay."

Walo Sang's eyes lit up, excitement evident, and he hurriedly pledged his loyalty to the dragon.

"Rest assured! With me here, I will certainly have those Niksalan people build you the most perfect Mage Tower! You may not know, but before I arrived, my family's main business was the construction industry of Deepwater City, and I am also highly proficient in architectural design!"

Naimi Xisi gave a perfunctory nod, rolled his eyes, noting that the blueprints were already clearly recorded in the book—who needs you to duplicate them?

Nevertheless, he was very pleased with Walo Sang's enthusiasm; with such a subordinate, there's no worry about not achieving an ideal Mage Tower!

However, before that,

He looked toward a deep cavern in the valley's depths, rubbed his palms, and his eyes gleamed with a greedy spark.

He must first gather the materials needed to build the Mage Tower.

(End of Chapter)