Agatha looked a little excited as she paced back and forth in front of the mahogany table. "So according to you, the Sigil of God's Will can penetrate the God's Stone of Retaliation because its magic power is stronger? And when the Chaos Beasts modify the God's Stone, they are essentially reducing its magic power and turning it into a specific Magic Stone? "
"That's what I think."
"No, that's not right..." She suddenly stopped walking. "If the Lightless Hole is really caused by the high magic power, then why didn't this happen to the witches?"
"Witches?" Roland was stunned.
"Anna!" Agatha pondered. "The magic power in her body can activate the Sigil of God's Will twice. Logically, it should be stronger than the God's Stone of Retaliation, but Blackfire can't penetrate the interference of the God's Stone, and there is no anti-magic field around her. This doesn't make sense..."
"Uh..." He was speechless for a moment. This problem was indeed unexplainable. Even the worst quality God's Stone of Retaliation could easily interrupt the witches' ability, and the powerful Blackfire of Anna was no exception. Moreover, in the Misty World, Anna's magic power was like a solid metal cube. No matter how he looked at it, it was very different from an empty black hole.
"One more question. Why does the Magic Stone need to be filled with magic power to be effective?" Agatha continued. "Even if the magic power of the stone has been reduced, it should still contain a large amount of magic power. But in fact, ordinary people can't operate them at all, and the Magic Stone can't be used as a source of magic power by the witches' special transfer ability. This has been verified by the Quest Society." She paused. "My mentor thinks that only life can contain magic power, and that the lifeless matter will be ruthlessly abandoned by magic power. Witches and the Demon's Blood are proof. Most researchers agree with this view. Although I don't mind overturning this conclusion, before the Magic Stone is injected with magic power or formed into a Sigil, it is not much different from an ordinary gem. "
Roland fell silent. It seemed that the assumption about the strength of magic power was not appropriate. However, the Magic Thunder that looked like black light was too similar to the God's Stone. There should be some connection between them … What did he overlook?
Unfortunately, there were no reliable means of observation and analysis in this era. The perception and recording of magic power could only be done with the help of the witches' ability or the Stone of Measuring. The characteristics of magic power could only be obtained in the most general form, making it difficult to conduct further research.
After pondering for a long time without any results, he could only put this matter aside and hope that he would be able to find the answer in the talisman crafting in the future.
…
Three days later, the "Melting Point" operation had completed a series of preparations. Roland personally saw off the personnel at the dock.
This was the first large-scale mixed military operation with witches as the protagonists. There were two ships in total, carrying the most elite veterans of the First Army, led by Brian. They had followed Roland to the city wall and fought against demonic beasts, so they had the highest respect and trust for the lord. During the screening, they were repeatedly warned that they might face an extremely ferocious alien, which was even more powerful than demonic hybrids, and that those who did not want to participate in the mission could say so. In the end, no one flinched, and their answers were all approved by Nightingale.
Even so, it was still a last resort to let these 100 people face the enemy. Although their willpower was reliable, Roland did not dare to overestimate the people of this era who were afraid of the gods and demons from the bottom of their hearts. He had experienced various kinds of movies and television shows, so he would not be surprised to see even the most ferocious and terrible monsters. However, for these ordinary people, it would probably be an indelible nightmare.
Therefore, the carefully selected soldiers would set up a defense along the river two or three kilometers away from the operation site and would not directly participate in the hunting. They would only take on the task of intercepting the witches if an accident happened and they had to retreat.
The members of the witch team were Anna, Nightingale, Vendy, Leaf, Agatha, Sylvie, Iffy, Lightning, and Maggie. It could be said to be the most powerful team in Neverwinter at present. According to Agatha, even the Lord of Hell would not be able to escape alive.
"Protect yourselves. Safety is the most important thing," Roland said solemnly. "It doesn't matter if you can't complete the mission. I'll wait for you in the castle."
Anna stepped forward and hugged him. "Don't worry, I'm here."
"And me, Your Majesty."
"Coo!"
The little girl and the pigeon also hugged him.
In the end, except for Agatha and Iffy, everyone hugged Roland.
The former made a disdainful nasal sound and muttered in a low voice, "It's just a simple hunting mission. It's not a life-and-death separation. If the Taquila dilly-dally like this every time they go to battle, the demons would have long built an outpost at the city gate."
The latter was extremely shocked. It was the first time that she had heard such a "casual" order. "It doesn't matter if you can't complete the mission, as long as you come back safely? His Majesty's requirements for the witches are too relaxed. Isn't this encouraging them to shrink back? " In the Bloodfang Association, every time she attacked, she was determined to fight to the death. In the past few years, several combat witches had died in the hands of their enemies. After all, those who could not complete the tasks given by their masters would be severely punished and even regarded as worthless trash by everyone. However, from Roland Wimbledon's mouth, she heard a completely different view.
"Neither a beast nor a lamb. Is this … the choice of a" human "?"
…
The paddle steamer sounded its whistle and smoke billowed from its chimney. The ship slowly left the dock and headed for the middle of the river.
Suddenly, Roland felt a pair of invisible hands holding his face — it was cold and soft.
"Remember to protect yourself when I'm not here. Don't leave the castle." A familiar whisper sounded in his ears. "I'll be back soon."
Then, he felt a gentle touch on his lips.
It was a little sweet and moist, which was completely opposite to the feeling on his face — it was warm.
This touch came and went as quickly as it came, as if it was just an illusion. Roland came to his senses and stretched out his hand to feel forward. There was nothing around him.
*****
The steamer was much slower than the balloon. It took them nearly two days to reach the end of the Redwater River.
Looking at the magnificent snow-capped mountain towering into the clouds, they could not help but be attracted by the magnificent scene in front of them. The snow on the mountain melted much slower than in the forest. The accumulated snow for several months poured down from the peak and was divided into several thin streams by the protruding rocks. When looked at from afar, they were like numerous silver threads that were thin and fragile, but when one came closer, one would notice that every single silver thread was wide like the surface of a river, and when they descended into the lake at the foot of the mountain, they actually emitted a deep rumble that was like muffled thunder.
Obviously, the Redwater River was only one of the outlets of this lake. Otherwise, such a surging water would have caused the river to surge and flood.
After a night's rest, the hydrogen balloon was quickly inflated and lifted off. The fleet also retreated three kilometers according to the plan and built a line of defense along the river.
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