Lord: I have built a witch's sanctuary.

Chapter 43 Relocation Plan

To Lorraine, the shattered armor scattered on the ground was like glittering magic crystals.

After that fierce battle, besides the mess on the ground, all that was left were the enviable spoils of war.

Lorraine didn't stand on ceremony and directed several still-breathing plant soldiers to dig out all the scattered orbs of light in the snow.

"More than nine hundred magic crystals."

Lorraine weighed the heavy bag in her hand, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Although this wave only repelled the Snow Demon, the loot dropped by the headless knights they killed was still incredibly valuable.

But his gaze didn't linger on the magic crystal for long; instead, it fell on another object that had burst forth.

It was a dark iron plate, unremarkable in appearance, but engraved with extremely complex spatial runes.

[Camp Relocation Order]

[Quality: Epic]

[Effect: This token can make buildings within the camp invisible and store them in the warp, and can place buildings on suitable terrain at any time.]

[Note: Take your walls, towers, and campfire and wander the world; the world is vast, and anywhere can be your throne.]

The ability to relocate buildings at will is amazing; it seems that if used properly, it could even have a surprising and decisive effect.

Moreover, he had just recently planned to relocate his territory to a more suitable place, and now the relocation token has been revealed.

Is this also thanks to Lyra?

"My lord, the battlefield has been cleaned up."

Victor limped over.

The old man looks rather pathetic right now.

The secondhand armor he was wearing was already cobbled together, and now it was so tattered it was like a leaky sieve. The back of his body was almost pierced through by the headless knight's lance. If he hadn't fought back quickly, he would be dead by now.

Through the tears in his armor, you could see that his body was covered in scabs. If he hadn't been a third-tier knight with powerful regenerative abilities, his previous injuries would have kept him in bed for days.

But his eyes were bright, revealing a kind of excitement from surviving a disaster.

Lorraine looked him up and down.

"Victor."

"Your subordinate is here."

Victor immediately straightened his back, grimacing in pain, but still trying to maintain his knightly dignity.

"Take off these tattered clothes."

Lorraine casually opened the box next to her.

A full set of jet-black armor with dark red magic patterns flowing across its surface was neatly arranged inside.

When the box was opened, the surrounding air seemed to freeze for a moment.

It wasn't just heavy; it also carried a magical aura that made one's heart tremble.

That was a top-tier item dropped from an elite monster among the Headless Horsemen—the [Winter's Bulwark] full-body armor.

【Winter Barrier】

[Enchantment Effect: Amplifies the Aura Armor, allowing the formation of ice armor on the outside of the armor. This ice armor has the ability to self-repair.]

[Note: Just as harsh winter always arrives on schedule, this layer of ice armor will forever be reborn after it shatters. It is the materialized will of extreme cold; as long as the user has a breath left, this body is an insurmountable wall of sighs.]

Victor was stunned.

His eyes, which were usually squinted by wind and snow, were now wide open, bigger than copper bells.

"My lord... what is this?"

His voice trembled slightly as he pointed at the armor on the ground, his fingers barely moving.

"For you."

Lorraine's tone was indifferent, as if he were casually tossing away an old piece of clothing, "Your tattered leather armor should have been thrown into the furnace and burned long ago. You'll be a respectable person from now on, so don't embarrass me."

Victor didn't move.

He seemed to be nailed to the spot.

As a wandering knight, he knew all too well what this gear meant.

Outside, even if you work yourself to death for those great nobles, the best reward you'll get is a decent longsword or a few dozen gold coins.

Even if he joined a proper knightly order, he would usually only receive a set of light armor without any enchantments.

This kind of enchanted full-body armor?

That's a family heirloom that only the elite members of the family's knightly order are entitled to possess!

That's something you could support as a wife for a lifetime!

"What? You think it's too heavy?"

Lorraine raised an eyebrow.

"No...no!"

Victor suddenly knelt on the ground, his knees creating two craters in the snow.

His hands trembled as he touched the cold surface of the armor.

The touch was more delicate than any woman's skin he had ever touched, and the flowing, magical patterns were more alluring to him than a lover's seductive gaze.

"Your subordinate... thanks you for your generous reward, Lord!"

"Alright, stop getting sentimental and get dressed quickly. We have important business to discuss."

Lorraine waved his hand and turned to walk towards the makeshift tent.

Everyone gathered around the fire, their faces beaming with the joy of a great victory.

Olivia was feeding Lyra a piece of roasted meat, while Anna sat to the side roasting frostwolf meat and then sharing it with everyone.

The atmosphere was so pleasant it didn't feel like the end of the world.

Lorraine walked over, plopped down on a high chair, and fiddled with the [Camp Relocation Order] in her hand.

"Stop for a moment."

He tapped the box. "We have to move."

Upon hearing this, the once bustling campsite instantly fell silent.

All you could hear was the crackling of the slightly charred meat in the fire.

Leila hadn't swallowed the roasted meat in her mouth yet, her cheeks bulging, and she looked at Lorraine with a blank expression.

"Moving? Did I hear that right?"

Victor had just put on one arm guard when his movement froze in mid-air. "Sir, we just won. The defenses here are very strong now. Why are we leaving?"

"Because we couldn't hold on to it."

Lorraine's gaze swept over the crowd, his eyes cold. "This time, it's just a reconnaissance force from Blade Winter. The next wave will be the regular army. With our meager resources, fighting head-on in this wretched place is suicide."

"The third tier is a qualitative change for both knights and witches, so the resources consumed in the third-tier witch advancement ceremony will also increase by an order of magnitude."

"As it stands, if we stay here, it will take a long time for the surrounding resources to allow one of our witches to advance to the third rank."

"Without a third-tier witch, we cannot deal with the approaching enemy."

This place has neither natural barriers nor deep terrain.

Aside from monsters, there are no resources whatsoever, not even a single mineral vein.

The previous victories were purely due to the information gap.

If that old monster Blade Winter were to personally intervene, they wouldn't even have a chance to escape.

Moreover, according to the information in the Witch's Codex, it's not long before he personally leads the team here.

"So...where are we going?"

Leila asked timidly.

Lorraine pulled out a parchment map, drew a line on it with his finger, and then pointed heavily at a location.

"here."

Everyone crowded around to take a look.

That is a snow-capped mountain that is very far away from here.

On the map, that area is marked as a restricted zone.

"No!"

Before anyone else could speak, Leila exclaimed.

This little girl is usually the most timid, but she reacted the most strongly right now.

She was so anxious that her face turned red, and she even dropped the roasted meat in her hand on the ground.

"My lord, that's too far!"

Lyra pointed at the map, speaking rapidly, "Even with our steam wagon, running day and night, it would take a full two days and nights! And it's not just a matter of time!"

She took a deep breath and looked at Anna, who was silent beside her.

"The real problem is, the Witch's Tower can't be moved!"

That statement really hit a nerve.

The Witch's Tower is the core of the territory.

It must be established within the range of the demonic fire.

Lords below the third tier can only possess one magic fire, that's fixed.

Once you leave the protective area of ​​the Witch's Tower, the monsters deep within the "Moment of Change" on this icy plain can teach you a lesson in no time.

Without a tower, even two second-tier witches would be no different from committing suicide by spending the night in the wild.

"Layla is right."

Olivia frowned as well, swallowing the meat in her mouth with a serious expression.

"Lorraine, that's not realistic. If we move with supplies along the way, we'll be too conspicuous. If the moment of catastrophe arrives, we'll be sitting ducks on the wasteland."

"Traveling deep into the snowfield could alert even higher-level monsters at any moment; it would be suicidal."

Although Victor didn't speak, his furrowed brows said it all.

Abandoning existing fortifications, they embarked on a perilous long migration.

This is insane no matter how you look at it.

Everyone looked at Lorraine, waiting for him to retract his decision.

After all, although this young lord sometimes acted eccentrically, he had never made a mistake on matters of principle.

however.

Lorraine smiled.

His laughter was somewhat eerie, even carrying a hint of incomprehensible mockery.

He tossed the "Camp Relocation Order" in his hand into the air, caught it, and tossed it again.

"First of all, among the items that were discovered this time, there happens to be a wondrous object that can relocate the Witch's Tower, so we don't need to worry about not having the Witch's Tower. That's why I made this suggestion."

"Secondly, who said we were going over there?"

Lorraine leaned back in his chair, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag.

His voice sounded somewhat faint amidst the swirling smoke.

"if……"

He paused, a crazed glint in his eyes.

"I mean, what if we didn't go there, but instead let that snow-capped mountain come to us on its own?"

Everyone was stunned.

Leila's mouth dropped open, her jaw almost falling to the ground.

Olivia looked at Lorraine as if he were an idiot and reached out to touch his forehead.

"Did you damage your brain in the fight just now?"

Olivia said irritably, "How do you get up the mountain? Did you grow legs?"

Lorraine did not explain.

He simply stood up and patted the snow off his bottom.

Nothing is impossible in this world.

He turned and walked towards an open space outside the camp.

"Don't just stand there, pack your things and get ready to climb the city walls."