Chapter 778 Sowing Discord



As the days passed, the demons continued to expand their influence within the kingdom. They knew that they needed to gather as much information as possible if they were to achieve their ultimate goal of bringing down the Milea Kingdom.

The demons created a network of spies within the kingdom, recruiting disaffected locals and promising them power and wealth in exchange for information. These spies were carefully chosen and trained, and they reported back to the demons on a regular basis, giving them insights into the kingdom's politics, military movements, and economic activity.

The demons would meet with their spies in secret locations, deep in the forests or in abandoned buildings. They would make deals with them, promising them riches beyond their wildest dreams if they could provide valuable information about the kingdom's defenses and plans.

The spies, eager to gain power and wealth, would eagerly comply with the demons' demands. They would report back on everything they heard or saw, no matter how insignificant it might seem. They would watch the movements of the troops, listen in on conversations between high-ranking officials, and gather information about the kingdom's resources.

The demons were careful to avoid detection, always staying in the shadows and keeping their activities hidden from prying eyes. 

As they received more and more information from their spies, the demons began to formulate their plans for the kingdom's downfall. They knew that they had to strike at the right moment, when the kingdom was weak and vulnerable. They studied their enemies, learning their weaknesses and their strengths, and they plotted and schemed, always working towards their ultimate goal.

And so, they continued to work in secret, building their network of spies and gathering information about the kingdom's defenses and plans. They knew that the day of reckoning was coming, and they were ready.

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Berthold, Raveus, and Germund were gathered in their hidden lair, waiting for their scouts to return with the latest information from the kingdom they sought to conquer. As the scouts arrived, Berthold motioned for them to begin their report.

"The economic situation in the kingdom is dire," one of the scouts began. "There are food shortages in several towns, and many merchants are struggling to make ends meet."

Raveus nodded thoughtfully, considering this information. "That could work in our favor," he said. "If we can offer the promise of wealth and prosperity to those who join us, they may be more willing to betray their fellow citizens."

The scouts continued their report, detailing the kingdom's weaknesses in defense. "There are three main points where the walls are weakest," one scout explained. "Two of them are near the river, where the walls have been eroded by years of flooding. The other is near the forest, where the trees provide cover for anyone trying to sneak in."

Germund leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Excellent," he said. "We can use that to our advantage. We can send our forces in through those weak spots and take the kingdom by surprise."

The final piece of information was perhaps the most intriguing. "We've discovered underground tunnels that could be used as an escape route," one of the scouts said. "They're old and in disrepair, but with some work, they could be made usable again."

Berthold stroked his chin thoughtfully. "That could be useful," he said. "If things go wrong, we'll need a way to get out quickly."

The demons looked at each other, a sense of excitement and anticipation building within them. They now had the information they needed to make their move, to conquer the kingdom and bend it to their will. With a nod to each other, they began to plan their next steps, using the information from their scouts to craft a strategy that would ensure their victory.

As they worked, a sense of triumph washed over them. They had waited centuries for this moment, and they were not about to let it slip away. The kingdom would be theirs, and they would use every ounce of their power to ensure it. And slowly, they would also conquer other kingdoms around it until the North is theirs!

As the demons gathered the information they needed, they used their powers of telepathy to dive into the minds of the kingdom's leaders and advisors. They listened in on their thoughts, learning of their strategies and plans. The thoughts of the leaders were easily accessible to the demons as they had already infiltrated their minds.

With their newfound knowledge, the demons began to plant seeds of doubt and suspicion in the minds of the officials. They manipulated their dreams, creating nightmares that made the officials second guess their trust in each other. As they slept, the demons whispered in their ears, sowing discord among the high-ranking officials.

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As the demons gathered in their hideout, Berthold spoke up. "The humans are becoming more and more predictable," he said. "They're too focused on their own power struggles to notice our presence."

Raveus nodded in agreement. "Our network of spies is working well. We're gathering valuable information on their movements and weaknesses."

Germund added, "And with our telepathic abilities, we can manipulate their thoughts and dreams, sowing discord among their leaders."

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The general and advisor, who had already been controlled by demons, eagerly added fuel to the fire. They spoke to the other officials, spreading rumors and lies about each other. Their faces were twisted in malice and their eyes gleamed with excitement as they watched the discord they had created grow.

eαglesnovel`c,om The once united officials were now divided and suspicious of one another. They cast accusing glances at their fellow officials during meetings, their body language tense and guarded. They no longer worked together as a team but instead focused on their own interests and agendas.

As the night fell, the kingdom's advisor, Thomas, drifted off into a restless sleep. In his dream, he found himself in the castle's courtyard, surrounded by a group of soldiers. They were shouting and pointing their swords at him, accusing him of being a traitor.