While Nanna and Loki personally delivered Maya's breakfast to her Frost teleported to the sixth floor's second section where the medical centre was currently set up.
Here frost dwarf priests, ice dwarf apprentice priests and frost troll witch doctors were stationed at all times so as to take care of the endless amount of injured monsters. Patching them up with their healing magics and generous stock of health potions thus allowing them to get back into the fight that much sooner and quite frankly in more than a few cases staving off death.
Frost arrived at the entrance of the medical centre through the warping of space. The scent of medicinal herbs, health potions and blood filled the area, and he could hear grunts and roars full of pain. The healers were so busy that they didn't even register Frost's arrival.
'Seems that this place is also in need of manpower.' Frost opened up the dungeon menu and purchased an additional 3 frost troll witch doctors and ice dwarf apprentice priests as well as 10 frost dwarf priests.
The 16 new monsters suddenly materialised a few seconds later from individual magic crests. They all turned to face Frost once they became fully corporal.
"You're all assigned to the medical centre here. Speak with the frost troll witch doctor in charge and do your best to treat the wounded that arrive here.
"Yes master." Both the ice dwarves and frost trolls replied back in common tongue while the frost dwarves grunted with determination before walking into the medical centre eager to work.
"Milord." Khuno spoke through clenched teeth. He rose from his resting area with great difficulty to greet Frost.
His blue skin and gallant white fur was dyed in blood and multiple deep wounds that exposed his bones could be seen. The skin around was starting to rapidly heal and close off the areas, clearly he had received one of mid-level health potions in stock. They were reserved for the most serious of injuries and the upper cast of Frost's forces.
However even with the powers of a mid-level health potion it'd take Khuno sometime to fully recover. The stronger the body of the taker the more potent the potion needed to be. Becoming unbelievable strong had some downsides. If Maya was injured for example a mere low level health potion wouldn't be able to do much.
"Whimper" Following Khuno's greeting was a whimper from Kiba. The big cat was lying prone with deep claw marks spanning across his back as well as gruesome bite marks on his hind legs and wings.
Frost briefly looked over Khuno but the moment he heard that whimper he couldn't help but tremble and feel a tug at his heart. He moved instantly to Kiba's side taking the mid-level health potion from the attending frost troll witch doctor, choosing to care for him himself.
Kiba was barely passed his kitten stage, a young cub with a lot of growth left in him.
Frost frowned as he imagined the cost involved in achieving each of the steps Khuno mentioned. The weaponry and armour that was still being fashioned by the frost dwarf smiths was suited for the lower ranks only, i.e. the goblins. Outfitting the ronsos, the frost trolls and even some of the beast monsters was beyond the smith's current capabilities.
Frost would have to fork out a hefty lump of DP to purchase 2 and 3 star armours readymade. He just didn't have enough time and resources to create these things in house. The cost for dealing with the stampede was starting to catch up with the income it provided.
Frost felt a headache coming on but if he wanted to survive this event without running from the fight he needed to put every last bit of skin into the pot. Once you ride the tiger it's damn near impossible to get off.
Frost shook his head and let out a sigh before bringing up the dungeon menu.
"I'm authorising you to have greater budget in terms of DP management. You can now purchase traps, armour and weapons with a limit of 20,000DP per day. Spells, monsters and anything else beyond that will still need to go through me but I'd appreciate detailed requests. These powers however are only temporary, my father has put a limit on how much I can delegate to my monsters.
You'll have this budget and the allotted permissions for 5 days, use them well." Frost clicked a few buttons on the screen before the automated voice confirmed Khuno additional permissions.
Khuno was silent for a few seconds before immediately saluting. "It will be done milord." A smile grew upon his face, his master trusted him wholeheartedly, a very moving gesture.
Khuno spend no time at all delving into the dungeon menu looking to spend that first 20,000DP. He was currently still confined to the medical centre while his injuries heal and his stamina recovers somewhat, idle time that could be put to good use.
"In regards to gaining a stronger fighting force I'll be personally training Findlay whenever there isn't a wave and when there is the two of us will be in vanguard position. I won't be squirreling away to 'convalesce' anymore at least not as often or as long."
".....Sorry" Khuno felt a little guilty as thanks to his talk with Findlay he understood what Frost meant by convalescing.
"It's fine. There'll be plenty of time for that once the stampede is over and we start cracking down on developing the external camp." Frost waved his hand absolving Khuno of any guilt.
"My father told me the reasons for Findlay's lack of evolution as well as the vague method to resolve it. Hopefully with enough brutal training we'll be able to see him rise to his next archetype."
"That would certainly make things a lot easier.....give him my best wishes."
"Will do." Frost then left Khuno to his spending and gently removed himself from Kiba's side before teleporting to the training space. it was time to begin Findlay's brutal training.