Chapter 178: B2: C78: Not Wally 1
Wallenberg couldn’t believe what he was hearing as five strangers jogged through the fog and forest surrounding the Crossdeath Region. The five strangers were singing … loudly … without respect or fear of the Death Lords and the cruel men and women on their payroll.
Wallenberg’s thoughts raced: These foreigners will get themselves destroyed by acting like this! Don’t they know the unbeatable Death Lords and their Crossdeath Militia will kill for less!
Wallenberg stayed hidden amid thorny brambles, sharpened hedges, and a few worn down statues that were prevalent in the Old Goblin Forest. The forest existed like the most stubborn weed between the Blood Prairies and the Grimrock Castle Mountains.
It was here that Wallenberg’s wicked birth home, Crossdeath, set its roots as the chief territory for evil aligned humans and other evil sapiens on the continent. Many evil or criminal organizations lurking in the underbellies of the human kingdoms had ties with Crossdeath.
Many had to pay up tithes to the Death Lords to keep them happy.
Of course, a functional city couldn’t rely wholly on evil humans. There were common serfs or uncommon merchants of the neutral alignment who made up most of the population.
They lived in constant fear of the Death Lords, however. But that was a price many had to pay when in bed with evil, which was the same case with Wallenberg.
There were powerful resources, amazing treasures, and endless streams of riches passing through Crossdeath. It was an open secret only known to those who lived there. Or to those who conducted their business there with enough status to come and go regardless of alignments.
Evil, villainy, and organized chaos could lead to opportunities most people couldn’t ever imagine. One just had to ignore the horrors and downright inhumane things that happened as a byproduct.