I Become Master of Danger Zones as Incubus With Mastery In Genetic

Chapter 278: Scouting Fiend Camp

It did not take long for Alros to reach the camp of the Fiend Race tribe. To their credit, they had set up patrols and even makeshift watchtowers by using the trees as the towers, building some construct on it.

However, it is all useless against a demon whoc manipulate and enter through shadow. In few minutes, he was able to bypass the guards. The reason it took so long way because of the presence of Goblin Shaman and Goblin High Shaman, a stronger version of Goblin Shaman.

Aside from that, there are also Ogre, powerful B-rank monsters that are both strong and can cast magic. As the three monsters are good caster of magic, he need to be careful, or he might be detected, even if the chances are low. After all, why should he take such risk?

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"So, this is the camps?" he commented.

At first he found a camp and thought it was the camp. But a brief observation allowed him to realize this is not the camp. Well, not the main camp anyway.

It is one of the surrounding camps, likely build to protect the main camp and stall for time if necessary. However, not being the main camp does not mean being a weak camp.

He could see a single Orc Warlord, a more powerful variant of Orc Warchief, in the first camp.

Checking the other camps also revealed many B-rank monsters, often stronger variant of the one he had.

From Goblin Noble and Goblin Lord, both C-rank and B-rank respectively, to Hulking Hobgoblin and Elite Hobgoblin, both B-rank monsters.

As he looked around, he begin to believe he could a stone anywhere in the camp and would hit a B-rank monsters.

Besides the B-rank monsters, there are also a lot of C-rank and D-rank monsters prowling around, the foot soldiers of the camp no doubt.

At this rate, the entire Fiend Camp look more and more like a small Duchy, at least in term of strength and size, as he was certain the entirety of the camp, combined with the outer camp of course, are about the size of a province.

"This would be hard," he exclaimed before a manic smile formed on his face. While it would be hard, but the rewards will be more than worth it.

He did not bother counting the numerous monsters, but he estimated there should be thousands of monsters he had seen so far. And if the one at the main camp and the other outer camps he did not visit were counted, no doubt the number reach to tens of thousands.

As he thought of his own monsters, Alros started to get depressed over the lack of powerful monsters. Aside from some of them like the Golem, Arachne and Lamia, the rest were upgraded into their current rank.

However, he soon come out of it.

"That's right. My advantage is that my monsters can be upgraded quicker than the regular monsters," he said to himself.

Since he could not get those powerful monsters, he could just make them, though they might of Demonic variant, no doubt about it

"Right, there is also that," he reminded himself, before looking at a single item in the shop.

< Evolution Jewel - Can transform monsters into their next form if certain condition is met. Able to allow the evolution to happen in an instant and without possible harm coming to the monster. >

"Looks like I need to learn the so called requirement," Alros said to himself before closing the menu.

For now, he should investigate the rest of the camps, so he would get better knowledge of his current target.

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"Looks like this place is for Fiend Race only," he muttered. He had seen some of the monsters, Goblin Guard, of he remember it right, carried the dead bodies of Lizardmen to one of the outer camp.

If that was not of a sign, then nothing else could be.

He then watched as they brought the bodies back to their camp before watching the gruesome sight of the feast.

Alros then turned away, not wanting to see it.

"Let's see the main camp now,"

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The first word that came to mind is large. While it could not compare to a human town, it is no doubt better than the other camps.

He could see training ground where Goblins and Orcs trained with wooden weapon. There seem to be an armoury as well, though the weapon clearly seen better days.

"Probably steal it, unless they are smart enough to forge weapon of their own," he muttered.

As he hide himself in the shadow, he find himself relieved over the fact they did not have any forges. However, they clearly knew how to make tools judging by how they have stone axe and stone spears, that is what he can see for now.

A flicker of fire come out of the one of the Goblins, before it was snuff out by the Goblin High Shaman.

'Training Shaman. Don't know if that this place knew how to,' he secretly thought.

He then quickly moved away, not planning for the Goblin High Shaman to detect him.

As he secured the distance, his eyes went towards a large building, where the sounds of smacking flesh was heard.

Immediately, he could guessed what the place is, but still send a Phantom Wasp just to be sure.

Sure enough, it is the place where the Fiend Race breed with different women. From the looks of it, they are utterly broken and we're kept alive by the Goblin Shaman and Goblin High Shaman.

"Looks like they are in hell," for the women that's probably the closest thing for them.

However, he did not have the intention to save them. After all, he is not a nice being.

As he scoured the deeper part of the camp, turning from the orgy hall, he could sense the presence of several powerful being.

'Ogres, and multiple of them,' he thought before moving to the direction. While it would be dangerous, he wanted to see how many Ogres he can expect.

The answer to the question turned out to be 7, and from what he heard they might be more. As he was about to leave, not planning on prolonging his stay, he could sense a very powerful aura.

His eyes narrowed as he turned towards the source. And with it, he laid his sight on the first A-rank monster he had ever seen.