The group of people stared at her in bewilderment. After a while, the prince cleared his throat and said, "Isn't the red mist extremely corrosive and unapproachable?"
"It only works on witches. According to the research of the Quest Society, ordinary people, animals, and plants can all survive in the Red Mist, and flames can speed up its dissipation," Agatha said bluntly. "Didn't you say that ordinary people can defeat the demons? Then prove it to me! The winged Devilbeasts can be lured away by the flying witches. "She pointed at Tilly." The rest of us can set up a battle formation in advance, awaken the demons, and wait for them to walk into the trap. If it's really as you said, we can easily swallow this stronghold, right? "
Roland shook his head with a smile. "I didn't tell you before, but this investigation will be completed using hot air balloons, not the flying witches you think. This kind of floating tool can only carry about ten people at a time, I'm afraid it's impossible to transport ordinary soldiers. And... "He paused." The plan you arranged is not reliable. No one knows how many demons are hiding in the ground. Close combat is very likely to cause casualties, and luring the Devilbeasts is also a dangerous job. I can't let them take the risk. "
How can there be a perfect plan to fight against the demons? Agatha thought angrily. Every time the Blessed Army took the initiative to attack, everyone was determined to fight against the demons to the death. He was really lying to her! In order to achieve a goal, casualties were normal. Only people who had never experienced a cruel war would care so much about the life and death of the troops.
Although she was disappointed, she still restrained her emotions and did not express her doubts. Everything would be decided after she finished looking at the so-called new weapons in the afternoon.
But at this time, Agatha did not have too much hope.
An armchair prince, a group of assistant witches, and weak ordinary people, even if the weapons were powerful, how powerful could they be?
Perhaps the moment the Union collapsed and dissipated, the human race was already doomed.
"You mentioned the Battle of Divine Will many times, why do you call it that? Isn't it a war to resist the demon invaders? "Roland asked as he changed a piece of paper and picked up the quill.
"That's what everyone calls it. As for the cause of the war, it's not recorded in the history books." Agatha replied disheartenedly, "It's not wrong to call it a war against invaders. The demons did come to the Land of Dawn through the stone gate."
"What stone gate?" Scroll couldn't help but interrupt.
"The Gates of Hell rise from the ground." She sighed. "Every time the Bloody Crimson Moon descends, the Gates of Hell will open and devour the world we live in. This is what the history books say. In short, these damn Gates of Hell open once every few hundred years. The first demons came to the Land of Dawn through them and tried to kill us all."
"The periodicity of the enemy's attacks is also related to this?"
"They need the Red Mist to survive. If they leave the Red Mist, they have to carry storage containers such as leather pouches, iron boxes, or jars made of demonic beast shells. This is also the reason why we still have a chance to welcome the second and third Battle of Divine Will. When the Stone Gates appear, the demons can build Obelisks that can produce Red Mist on their own. These black stone towers are almost taller than mountains and can cover a wide area. One of them can almost cover the entire Fertile Plains. " She said slowly, "If the next Battle of Divine Will breaks out, the demons will definitely build Obelisks in the center of the Fertile Plains and turn the plains into their home. Then, they will rely on their camps at the edge of the Red Mist to attack you. This time, humans have no way out. "
"If that day really comes, we can still hide in the Fjords." Tilly shrugged.
"Are you talking about the islands in the Swirling Sea? How many people can live on such a small land? They're just waiting in despair for doomsday, "Agatha said grumpily.
"Alright, let's be optimistic. At least we have a general understanding of the demons now." The prince spread out his hands and said, "When the third Battle of Divine Will begins, we won't be unprepared. Let's call it a day and talk about other things after lunch. "
...
After a sumptuous lunch, Agatha followed Vendy back to her room.
Life in the Barbarian Land was more... luxurious than she had expected. The variety of dishes and the taste were far better than any of the banquets in her memory. She was probably born during the war years. At that time, whether in her own stone tower or in the Union Fortress, the food was mainly bread, jerky, and vegetable soup. But here, there was salt, butter, honey, and some unknown spices. Although she had to pay attention to her image, she could not help but eat the whole plate of grilled mushrooms and two large pieces of pepper steak.
But the more she did so, the angrier she felt. She hated herself for being unable to resist the temptation of delicious food and shamed the Holy City of Taquila. But she also felt that the prince was so short-sighted that he still had the leisure to enjoy delicious food at such a critical time. He did not know that humans were going to die soon!
"I'm already familiar with the way in the castle," she said stiffly. "Next time, you don't have to bring me back."
"It's not troublesome, I'm very happy to do it..." Vendy said with a smile. "And if you have something to say, you can talk to me. Keeping it in your heart will only make you feel more depressed."
"Didn't he say that he would take me to see the new weapon test in the afternoon? Why did he leave the parlor alone after lunch? "
"Do you mean His Highness Roland? Well... I think His Highness is going to take a nap. "Vendy covered her mouth." This is his habit. He usually sleeps for an hour at noon. His Highness often says that the body is the capital of work. Without adequate rest, one cannot be competent for the job of a lord. "
Nap, what kind of habit is this! Isn't one night enough for him to sleep?! Agatha thought angrily. This is obviously an excuse made by a lazy person, but you actually believe it!
"Ordinary witches and Senior Awakened ones... Why do you trust him so much?" She took a deep breath. "Just because he gave you a safe place to live? Do you really believe that he can defeat the Devil... No, even if he can defeat the church that oppresses you? "
"I don't know what the other sisters think," Vendy said softly. "But I believe him. Because His Highness can make things that others can't imagine, or dare not imagine, into reality. For me, it's a miracle. "
"Miracles?"
"When the witches were being hunted and chased, he saved the Witch Cooperation Association. When everyone saw us as demons, he created a territory where witches and mortals can coexist. In just one year, His Highness relied on an army composed of civilians to resist the invasion of demonic beasts, and defeated the Duke of Rhine, whose territory was several times larger than his. Even the mad army of the Graycastle Kingdom couldn't take a step into the Western Region. "
"But these are only battles between mortals, completely different from the God's Punishment Army and the Devil," Agatha shook her head.
"Of course, it's not just these," Vendy continued. "The knowledge and ideas he imparted made the abilities of the four sisters evolve. He not only created powerful machines, but also weapons that can make a Knight, or even an ordinary person, defeat an extraordinary witch... These are all miracles that I can see. They don't come from the tavern epics, nor do they come from the legends in the books. They all happen around me."
"One day, he will become the King of Graycastle and lead us to defeat any enemy." Her eyes were smiling, but her voice was full of confidence. "I believe so."
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