Although the Northern Foreign Tribes had suffered the defeat of their national hero, the Brave of the North, Numa Seka,
and Falan had massacred three to four hundred thousand of their elite troops with the Imperial Arms Belvaac,
their conquest could practically be declared complete with a single proclamation. After all, all their warriors were dead, and the survivors understood that resistance was useless.
As for the men being seized as slaves and the women being distributed among the Imperial Army as wives? That was no longer something they could afford to care about.
Faced with the continuation of their people, they could only set aside such humiliations for even the slightest chance of survival.
The great grasslands in the Empire's north were vast. Even with Youzhou City coordinating with Liaodong City, Bingzhou City, and Liangzhou City to receive the surrendered population, it still took over ten days to finish. The so-called Northern Foreign Tribes thus vanished from the Empire's map.
On the grasslands, Milok hurried into his own camp. "My lord."
Falan was somewhat puzzled by his attitude. The Northern Foreign Tribes had already been wiped out, so what could be serious enough to warrant such concern? "Ahem, Milok, what happened? Why are you so grave? Could it be that some tribe is resisting?"
Milok revealed a complicated expression. "My lord, do you know of Oarburgh?"
Falan said, "I do. Isn't that the legendary Death God?" One of the two gods governing life and death in this world.
Milok said, "That isn't what I mean. I'm talking about an assassins' guild organized around the worship of the Death God Oarburgh."
"Oh, go on." Although the Prompt Tone had said that the assassins' guild Oarburgh had come to pledge loyalty to him,
he still needed to learn more about them.