Roland put down the report and thought of the information revealed by Kabradhabi.
"Enemies from the Sky-sea Realm.
Is it because the demons are under too much pressure that they can't deal with the war on the Fertile Plains? "
The General Staff was more inclined to believe this. After all, no matter what tricks the demons had up their sleeves, the decisive factor of the war was their strength.
Although the Magic Slayer had surprised Leaf by traveling thousands of miles to the terminus of the forest, he had also exposed his ability and whereabouts. Even though he was beyond the detection range of the Magic Eye, Sylvie could still sense his magic power. Now that the flashing "Red Star" was stationed in the ruins, Sylvie would be able to sense it immediately if anything happened.
To put it simply, the demons who had invaded Taquila had used up all their trump cards, and Neverwinter was still adding new ones.
With sufficient money and food, the Administrative Office began a new round of army expansion. This time, the scope of recruitment was extended to the whole country. After the administrative unification of Graycastle, its mobilization ability had improved significantly. According to Barov's preliminary estimation, the number of soldiers offered by the various regions was likely to exceed 5,000, which was equivalent to the total number of the First Army two years ago.
Among them, the Northern Region, which was managed by Carr Wen Kant, was the most active one.
When the officials trained by the second-level City hall matured and gained full control of the territory, the number of recruits would undoubtedly increase several times.
In terms of weapons, the work of replacing revolving rifles with bolt rifles was being carried out in an orderly manner. Thanks to the rapid growth of skilled workers and the improvement of craftsmanship, the large-scale replacement of the rifles was almost the same as the weapons used by the precision shooters — except for the lack of scopes.
Although revolving rifles had a high firing rate, their structure meant that they had low initial speed, short range, and poor accuracy. They were more than enough to deal with the noble Knight, but they were not good enough to deal with the Mad Demons, whose throwing distance was between 100 and 200 meters. Bolt rifles could effectively make up for this shortcoming and help the soldiers win the advantage of distance.
The anti-demon grenade developed for Senior Demons and Spider Demons had also been finalized and was in the phase of mass production. This kind of simple structure and cheap materials did not have any technical obstacles. In a sense, it was even simpler than making bullets. According to the current production rate, it could completely make it in time for the decisive battle in a month.
Although the First Army lacked relevant training, the ease of operation was a major feature of the grenade, which was fundamentally different from the artillery. Historically, this kind of weapon was also directly used in actual combat, receiving training and testing on the battlefield, so Roland was not worried about this aspect.
On the other hand, the demons in Taquila had not changed much. Based on the amount of the red line, Agatha and Phyllis estimated that the number of demons was between 3,000 and 5,000, which might have been a great battle for the Union 400 years ago. However, for the First Army, these demons were at a disadvantage in terms of numbers.
Due to the iron rule that the enemy needed the Red Mist to sustain their lives, it was difficult for them to conceal or deceive the enemy in terms of raw power.
This was also the most important basis for the General Staff to make a judgment.
To be honest, Roland also felt that the General Staff's judgment was credible. Battlefield inference was evidence, and there was no difference between thinking that the enemy was too weak or too strong. The only thing he could do was not to blindly command and let more professional people take charge of the frontline.
"Maybe I'm not a commander, so I'm worried," Roland thought in a self-mocking manner.
"Since I can't see anything wrong, I might as well stop guessing. When the day of the decisive battle comes, everything will be revealed." Roland heaved a long sigh of relief. When he was about to rub his swollen forehead, a pair of hands pressed on his temples with just the right amount of force.
He immediately felt much more relaxed.
There was no need for words or thanks. This was the tacit understanding they had developed over the past four years, and it was also the proof that he was not fighting alone.
In the past, he had always imagined that one day he could become a decadent ruling class and enjoy himself all day long. However, when he really reached this stage, his busy hours only increased, far exceeding the scope of eight hours, and even sleeping became a kind of work. It was not that he had never complained, but he rarely stopped. Perhaps this was also one of the reasons.
Of course, he was moving forward to achieve his goal.
But it was also the common expectation of many people.
After closing his eyes to enjoy the moment, Roland looked at another report on the table.
It was about the discovery of the Giant Armored Scorpion and the mysterious ruins.
Although it had not been further confirmed, the strange relics attached to the letter were very credible.
This report had aroused his great interest. According to the murals in the temple, it was not surprising that there might be traces of the ancient civilization in the Endless Cape. What surprised him was that there was such an amazing discovery so soon.
The stone wall in the underwater cave reminded him of the mural where the corpses of the stickmen were piled up like a mountain. If it was a civilization from a thousand years ago, it should have been reduced to dust. As the defeated, it was unlikely that anyone would erect a monument for them. So why were there so many stele-shaped objects? That was why he was particularly curious.
All the samples obtained so far had been handed over to Celine for hazard testing. After all, their biggest enemy was the radiation race, and they could not afford to relax when it came to safety.
In addition, the identity of the discoverer was also very interesting. He was not a traditional Fjords merchant or explorer, but a member of the Society of Wondrous Crafts.
He did not forget the pioneer who had died for flying as mentioned by Margaery.
Therefore, after receiving the news, Roland immediately ordered the garrison at the Festive Harbor to send the two to Neverwinter.
He was really curious about this group of people.
As for the Giant Armored Scorpion, it was the least important part of the report. It was probably a hybrid demonic beast, which was why it was so huge. Since he had already won the position of chief through the holy duel, the sacrifice of the Three Gods was not important anymore. He could just leave it to the local First Army.
Just then, he heard footsteps outside the door, and then the office door was pushed open with a squeak.
"Is the test result out? Give it to me... "Roland raised his head, but the latter half of the sentence was stuck in his throat. He thought it was a guard who brought Celine's test report, but he did not expect it to be Tilly Wimbledon. Moreover, she slightly raised her eyebrows and looked a little unhappy.
"Uh..." The next second, Roland realized why she was here. "I have a few new bottles of Chaos Drinks here. Do you want to try them?"
"Well... Your Majesty, we've already used this trick," Nightingale whispered in his ear.
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