"Brother Lu, where is Brother Mu?" The main camp of the mixed-blood Witchmen lay in a vast ring-shaped region neighboring Caoshu Prefecture.
This region had developed transport routes; it could advance to attack or retreat to defend. Though it was not within the territory of the six northern provinces, one could enter them without obstruction. At the same time, it was an important line of defense against the Witchmen invading the Central Plains.
The capital had tacitly approved of the mixed-blood Witchmen taking root here and fighting the Witch Clan.
Under Mu Sigui's leadership, the mixed-blood Witchmen blocked the Witch Clan's southern route, with battles of all sizes erupting from time to time.
Though the Witch Clan had advanced by leaps and bounds, the mixed-blood Witchmen were no pushovers either. Over the years, they had grown into a considerable force.
As a buffer layer, they received vast supplies of resources and the recognition of resistance forces such as Northern Profound Zhu. They had become an important link in the situation of the northern lands.
The mixed-blood Witchman who came hurrying over was a young rising star. Skilled in movement techniques and secret concealment arts, he had been sent to infiltrate the northern lands and communicate with Northern Profound Zhu, the Zhou Family, and the others.
His return before the agreed date could only mean that something major had happened.
Lu Xiangxing was slightly surprised. "He's refining a furnace of spirit medicine and specifically hired an alchemist from the south."
"Wait here. I'll go inform him."
Upon receiving the news, Mu Sigui immediately returned. The moment they met, he asked, "The northern lands are in full swing. Since I wasn't there myself, it's hard to know the full truth. What specific news have you brought back?"
"Brother Mu, the Witchman Saint