Chapter 91: Silent offensive

Feeling lazy so mc going to plagiarize the ice kingdom name as its simple and straight forward

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In the far north of the Ice Kingdom, nestled beneath the desolate expanse of ice and snow, lay a cavern where a large enclave of around ten thousand Ratmen lived and thrived. They navigated a labyrinthine network of tunnels and caverns, their home hidden from the world above.

Deeper within this subterranean realm, a massive lake of toxic ooze sprawled, its noxious fumes permeating the air. Despite its inherent dangers, the ratmen gathered around its banks, drawing from its vile depths. They filled vats with the toxic sludge, utilizing it for various aspects of their lives, whether crafting weapons or practicing their dark magic. However, this perilous task came with its consequences, as many ratmen perished attempting to extract the substance from the lethal river. Yet, it was a necessary endeavor for their survival, and one that they carried out without hesitation.

"Brother, where are the tools I requested?" An engineer ratman demanded, addressing one of his nearby kin. The other ratman slightly bowed his head, a mixture of respect and fear evident in his demeanor as he responded.

"Sir, you have been put on a waiting list due to more resources being funneled into the war preparations," the ratman responded, bowing his head before scurrying off. His decision proved to be wise, as the engineer immediately vented his frustration by wreaking havoc upon the surrounding workshop, located in one of the many caverns within the underground domain.

"How do they expect me to meet my quota if they keep taking my resources? First the metal supply, then the ooze, and now I can't even get a decent set of tools!" the ratman engineer exclaimed, his frustration evident in his voice. Gradually, he calmed down, his final squeak punctuating the air as his incisors gleamed in the dim light of the green flames that barely illuminated his workshop.

'Kinda cold better call someone to warm the place up' The engineer couldn't help but notice the dropping temperature in his workshop, causing even his cold-adapted body to shiver slightly. With a sigh, he walked over to the wall and took hold of a torch, its green flames offering him some semblance of warmth. Stepping out of his workshop, he ventured into a tunnel that wound and branched off into the darkness ahead, his mind consumed by thoughts of the cold.

"Huh, no one?" The engineer muttered to himself in confusion as he walked for a good while. To his surprise, there was no one to be found, neither his fellow engineers nor the lesser rat servants. Normally, there would be dozens of ratmen bustling about, but now, there was an eerie absence of life. Even the workshops of his fellow engineers were empty and devoid of activity. An unsettling feeling settled in the pit of his stomach as he continued to traverse the silent tunnels.

"What in the name of the Great Scholar!" The engineer exclaimed, his voice echoing through the vast, open cavern. Frozen in place, he stood in shock at the sight before him.

There, before him, lay dozens of dead ratmen, each frozen into statues of ice. Horror was etched onto their faces, frozen in a moment of terror. Strangely, they all faced towards the engineer, their eyes wide with fear, as if in a desperate attempt to run towards him for escape.

"Come along with me, And the butterflies and bees." A voice echoed throughout the cavern, deep and mellifluous. The sound sent chills down the engineer's spine, freezing him in place with fear. Despite his attempts to move and flee, his body refused to obey, paralyzed by sheer terror.

"We can wander through the forest, And do so as we please" Once again the voice echoed followed by a chilling cold that made the engineers already shivering body shiver more as the voice continued its song.

"Come along with me, To a cliff under a tree, Where we can gaze upon the water, As an everlasting dream." The voice continued its haunting melody, accompanied by the appearance of a pitch-black skeleton that seemed to blend seamlessly into the darkness of the cavern. Its jaw hung open, leaking a cold breath that sent shivers through the engineer's body, lowering the temperature of the cavern by several degrees.

"Oh, I missed one." With those words, the engineer's body, like those of his kin, was turned into a cold statue by Brook. Brook, taking his time, systematically wiped out the ratman enclave. This was his seventh such enclave, and while doing so, he sang tunes to himself, seemingly enjoying the task at hand. Meanwhile, he left the soldiers and knights to handle the remaining ratmen elsewhere.

Suddenly, emerging from the darkness behind the engineer, which Brook had just frozen, appeared a vampire. Its gray skin and sharp teeth gleamed in the light of the green flames still clasped in the engineer's hands.

"Sir, that should be it," the vampire spoke, his voice crisp and respectful, before saluting Brook. His clothes, now covered in blood and ooze, became much more visible as he stood alongside several other vampires, all of them also drenched in gore who also saluted Brook.

"Good, onto the next one"

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[Name: Brook. D .Newport]

[Race: Undead]

[Species: Withering skeleton warrior]

[Class: Death Knight{Frost}]

[Rank: 2]

[Level: 47](2,243,949/6,000,000)

[Health: 375/375]

[Mana points: 104/104]

[Stat points: 0]

[Strength: 129]

[Endurance: 129]

[Agility: 129]

[Wisdom: 53]

[Intelligence: 53]

[skills: [Scrutinize: Lv Max], [Frost Strike: Lv Max] [Chains of Ice: Lv Max] [Permafrost: Lv Max], [Cold Breath: Lv Max], [Frozen Fortitude: Lv Max],[Chilled Servitude: Lv Max], [Glacial Dread: Lv Max], [Desolate aura: Lv Max], [Vitality steal: Lv Max], [Soul Ice]

[Note: System revisions might be needed]

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