Crouched atop his Mage Tower, keeping a constant eye on the Undead, Hill finally thought of something... the small Mage Towers Delifus had once controlled.
Really, he could hardly be blamed for forgetting them... Delifus had died without so much as a scrap left.
Why would he concern himself with the fate of Delifus's students, some of whom might not even have reached the eighth ring?
But Hill had overlooked something. In theory, with Delifus gone, someone would naturally take over those resources.
Yet Sia Tower had merely lost a round, not suffered a total defeat.
Anyone without real power would hardly dare touch what belonged to its subordinates.
However, no one from Sia Tower was likely to come out and take over those mineral resources at a time like this, either.
They were greedy, but they still had brains.
Never mind when those visitors from Toril had still been around a while ago—even now, the devils would not come out on their own to hand the Undead free experience.
Then there were those people from the Defense Tower, who did not even dare leave the Refugee Camp... come to think of it, they no longer needed to hide, but they had not had a moment's peace even now.
Even Rute could charge in with his people so brazenly.
That also had something to do with the capable people in the Refugee Camp not daring to show themselves... although earlier events had already proved that Joss had big eyes but little discernment, everyone still preferred to stay hidden if possible rather than provoke that Dawnbringer too much.
Of course, they were certainly regretting it now, especially after Demogorgon's appearance.
Everyone understood that, had they not tried to play games with Joss back then, the Defense Tower would definitely not still