Lord: I have built a witch's sanctuary.

Chapter 124 Weather Controller

Chapter 123 Weather Controller

The one-hour warm-up period felt like an eternity to the commoners of Frostwolf City.

The white blizzard has completely descended.

The entire city of Frostwolf was shrouded in a vast expanse of white, so dark that one could not see their own hand in front of their face.

The gale was like countless sharp steel knives, frantically cutting through every corner of the city.

Even with the city walls blocking its way, the extreme cold, imbued with magical properties, still managed to seep in through every crevice.

In the surrounding civilian areas, massive branch thermal power towers are operating beyond their capacity.

The flames in the center of the tower flickered wildly under the pressure of the wind and snow, emitting a rumbling sound as if it could not bear the weight.

The temperature is dropping at a visible rate.

The heat that could have radiated across the entire square is now tightly confined to a radius of less than 100 meters around the thermal tower.

Even the heat energy delivered from the heat tower to the house through pipes was greatly suppressed by the white curtain.

"It's so cold—Mom, I'm so cold—"

Inside the dilapidated stone house, a thin little girl, wrapped in a thin blanket, was shivering uncontrollably, her lips turning purple from the cold.

Her mother held her tightly in her arms, tears welling up in her eyes, but dared not let them fall, for if they did, they would freeze instantly.

Whispers echoed through the streets in the cold wind.

"The thermal tower is about to collapse—the temperature is still dropping—"

"We definitely don't have enough coal. This damn weather is no ordinary snowstorm!"

"I heard this disaster was brought about by a high-level monster—we're doomed—"

Despair spread rapidly among the population like a plague.

Many civilians who have experienced the harsh survival rules of the North have already noticed the signs.

In such an extreme situation, it would be only a matter of time before the lord cuts off the fuel supply to the outer city in order to protect the inner city.

Just then, several elderly people with white hair and beards silently stepped out from the crowd.

They weren't wearing thick clothes to keep warm; they were only dressed in thin linen garments.

One of the elderly men, leaning on a cane, turned his head and took a deep look at his son and grandson hiding inside the house. A bleak smile appeared on his deeply lined old face.

"Old friends, the time has come," the old man said, his voice trembling. "Let's go while the thermal tower is still spinning. Let's save the coal and let the young people live a few more days."

The other elderly people nodded silently.

In the North, when winter arrives and supplies are scarce, it is a common and tragic tradition for the elderly to willingly walk into the snow to die, saving their descendants a bite of food and a bit of warmth.

Once a group of people die, the area that the thermal tower needs to heat will be greatly reduced, and people can be concentrated in a few small areas.

If only by doing this—maybe one's own children and grandchildren will survive in the white curtain—

They turned and, with faltering steps, prepared to venture deeper into the deadly white blizzard.

The young people around them knelt down in the snow, letting out suppressed and desperate cries.

They did not stop them because they knew that if they did not, everyone would die.

Just as these elderly people were about to step out of the protective area of ​​the thermal tower, a steady and powerful sound of footsteps pierced through the howling wind and snow.

"Stop right there, all of you."

A cold and authoritative voice boomed across the square.

Everyone looked up in shock, only to see Lorraine, the ruler of Frostwolf City and lord of Babel Tower, striding towards them from the end of the snow-covered street, wearing a heavy, pure black cloak.

Behind him, the fourth-tier Grand Knight Victor, wielding a molten longsword, stood guard like an unshakeable iron tower.

Ignoring the raging winds around him, Lorraine walked straight to the center of the square.

His deep eyes swept over the old people who were preparing to die, and over the civilians who were kneeling on the ground and crying in despair.

"Who gave you permission to die on your own?" Lorraine's gaze was cold and sharp, and although his voice was not loud, it clearly reached everyone's ears.

The old man with the cane knelt down, trembling, tears streaming down his face: "Merciful Earl—the snowstorm is too heavy, the thermal tower can't hold up. We old bones are just a waste of coal to live; let us die and save the city some fuel—"

"The fuel for my Frostwolf City is not something you can save with your lives," Lorraine coldly interrupted him, then turned to face the thousands of shivering civilians in the square.

He took a deep breath, his voice carrying the magic that echoed throughout the outer districts: "Listen carefully! I am the Lord of Frostwolf City! As long as you remain within my walls, as long as you continue to create value for the Tower of Babel, I will never abandon any of you!"

"No one is to die without my order!"

These words echoed in the raging wind.

The common people stared blankly at Lorraine, who stood in the wind and snow.

In their past understanding, nobles were all greedy and ruthless, and when disaster struck, they, the lower class, were always the first to be abandoned.

They dared not fully believe Lorraine's words; after all, in the face of such a natural disaster that even thermal towers were about to collapse, human power seemed insignificant.

However, just when the common people thought it was just a well-intentioned lie from the lord, the intensity of the white blizzard suddenly increased again!

"boom--!"

The violent magic, mixed with ice and snow, fell from the sky and slammed into the thermal energy field of the thermal tower.

The thermal tower let out a desperate wail, and the red light on its body dimmed instantly, reducing the original heating range of 100 meters to less than 30 meters.

The heat energy rushing into the house through the pipes was completely suppressed!

A chilling sense of death instantly enveloped everyone.

"It's over—" The old people closed their eyes in despair.

The mother held her child tightly, awaiting her fate of being frozen into an ice sculpture.

However, Lorraine remained standing there, without even blinking.

He looked up toward the inner fortress, a cold smile curving his lips.

"Time is up."

next second.

"Boom—!!!"

A deafening roar erupted from the depths of the inner fortress.

Immediately afterwards, an incredibly thick, dark blue beam of light shot into the sky, piercing directly through the pale clouds that loomed over Frostwolf City!

That's the Weather Controller, the exclusive building of the fourth-tier Storm Witch Catherine. It's preheated and ready to go at full power!

The raging storm magic spread wildly in all directions along the pillar of light.

In the sky, the once invincible white snowstorm, imbued with the pressure of a fifth-tier demon, seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall of sighs.

"Sizzle—!"

Accompanied by a piercing sound of magic tearing apart, the powerful storm unleashed by the weather controller ripped a huge gash through the white curtain.

The raging wind was forcibly disrupted, and the extremely cold magic that could almost freeze a person was forcibly suppressed!

Although the snow is still falling, the despairing cold has been firmly contained within the scope of a typical snow disaster.

As the external pressure decreased sharply, the thermal tower in the square emitted a cheerful roar.

The tower's red light suddenly surged, and a warm wave swept through the entire block like a spring breeze, enveloping the civilians who were about to freeze in warmth once again.

Dead silence.

The entire square fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the blue beam of light tearing through the wind and snow in the sky, and then at the thermal tower that was radiating astonishing heat again.

Their minds were blank.

Even this terrifying snow curtain, imbued with magic and threatening to destroy the city, was suppressed by the lord?

"A miracle—this is a miracle!"

The old man with the cane was the first to react. He was so excited that he trembled all over, dropped his cane, and kowtowed heavily in the snow.

Then, the second, the third —

Tens of thousands of civilians knelt down in unison, like wheat being harvested. Their eyes no longer held despair, but were filled with extreme shock and fanatical worship.

"Long live the Lord!"

"Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Frostwolf City!"

The deafening cheers drowned out the howling wind and snow, echoing in every corner of Frostwolf City.