Roland was sitting in his office, listening to the information from the front line. [0↑ 9 △ Small ↓ Say △ Net]
"Silver... Hiss... Light City has lowered the drawbridge... Hiss... We're... entering the church... Hiss..."
"Got it. Be careful," Nightingale replied.
"It seems that this is the limit." Roland spread out the map and drew a circle around Silver City. "If we want to directly contact the Eastern and Northern Regions, we have to set up a transfer station here."
Ever since he got the Sigil of Listening, he had been addicted to the feeling of knowing what was happening in the distance like the back of his hand. The high-speed information exchange made him feel like he had returned to the previous era. At this moment, he felt like he was sitting in the command hall, monitoring every step of the development of the entire battle situation.
Unfortunately, the Sigil of Listening could not transmit indefinitely. Just like the tracking sigil, once it exceeded a certain range, its pointing ability would be greatly weakened. If the distance between two Magic Stones was too far, the sound could not be guaranteed to be clear and stable. Now it seemed that at least one transfer station was needed before the order from Neverwinter could be issued to the whole country.
"And the number of Sigil is not enough." Nightingale held a piece of dried fish in her mouth. "You only made a total of four pairs. You used up half of them just for the tooth extraction operation. It won't be easy to catch another demon."
This problem did exist. The Sigil could only transmit sound in one direction. To achieve the effect of instant communication, the witches needed at least two sets of Sigil.
However, compared to flying messengers or manual delivery, the Sigil was already considered extremely efficient.
Of course, it was not impossible to improve the Sigil.
According to Agatha, the quality of the Sigil of Listening was determined by the magic power of the fusion blood. For example, the Sigil of Listening made by Anna had a better communication effect. With the addition of the blood of a Senior Demon, the Sigil of Listening could probably cover the entire Kingdom of Graycastle.
"Hiss... something's wrong... Wait..."
Sylvie's intermittent voice sounded again. Her words suddenly made the two people at the table feel refreshed.
"Another pure witch?" Nightingale swallowed a piece of dried fish. "Or a moving magic black hole?"
The former was easy to deal with, as they could directly locate and fire, but the latter had two possibilities — one was a believer wearing a God's Stone, and the other was a God's Punishment Army that was born not afraid of magic.
"No … hiss … I didn't see any reaction from the God's Stone …"
"No God's Stones?" Roland frowned.
"No … there's nothing … in the church …" The voice paused for a moment. "We … went in … hiss … the basement was empty …"
Both of them looked at each other. The Church... had escaped?
"It's not impossible." After a while, Roland said in annoyance, "I was too cautious."
There was no one in the kingdom who could stop the advance of the First Army, and the nobles were not willing to take the initiative to run into the muzzle of the First Army, but it did not mean that the fence-sitters among them would not secretly report to the church. It was normal for the church to evacuate the city with the supplies when it was absolutely impossible for them to win. Unlike the seizure of Longsong Stronghold and Fallen Dragon Ridge, the nobles who had not been destroyed had probably watched the whole plundering operation. It was estimated that shortly after the attack on Redwater City, the churches in other cities had received the news that "Prince Roland is searching for God's Stones of Retaliation".
If they had divided their forces at the beginning and sent three teams to attack the three cities at the same time, they might have been able to catch them all.
"You can't say that." Nightingale handed a piece of dried fish to Roland. "After all, Sylvie is the only one who can see through the enemy's ambush. If they encounter a difficult pure witch, the scattered army is likely to suffer heavy losses. It's good to be cautious."
Roland was slightly startled and took a bite of the dried fish. "You're quite good at comforting people now."
"Hehe." She smiled slyly. "How do you feel? Do you feel better? If you're still not happy, I'll massage your shoulders again. Vendy taught me a technique that is said to be very comfortable. "
"Vendy can even do this?"
"She knows a lot of things." Nightingale raised her eyebrows. "When the Witch Cooperation Association was trekking and suffered all kinds of hardships, she was the one who stabilized the team. Otherwise, with Cara's strange temper, she would have driven everyone away long ago. When it comes to taking care of sisters, no one is better than her. "
Roland touched his chin for a while. At present, there were no government affairs to deal with. The First Army had successfully entered Silver City. It was better to relax for a while.
When he was about to respond, the Magic Stone in Nightingale's arms rang again.
This time, the sound was very clear, as if it was shouting in his ear.
"This is Lightning. I repeat, this is Lightning. Please answer if you can hear me!"
The witches did not have many recreational activities, so Roland would occasionally tell them some novel stories in the science class. In addition to increasing their interest in learning, he could also increase their knowledge. Ever since she had heard him talk about the pilot who had conquered the sky, Lightning had immediately fallen in love with his unique way of talking.
But in Roland's ears, this kind of conversation was very embarrassing. After Nightingale activated another group of Magic Stones, he coughed twice. "Uh, you say it. I can hear you."
"The Red Mist behind the snow mountain has disappeared … No, it's disappearing!"
"What?" Both of them asked at the same time. "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely. Maggie is also here. You can ask her!"
"The mist has indeed become much thinner, coo!"
"No, you should say this is Maggie first, then report the content …"
"Coo, coo?"
"Where are you now? Don't get too close to Devil's Town. Come back quickly. "Roland was afraid that the little girl's adventurous spirit would explode and she would directly fly into the camp to investigate. If another Senior Demon appeared, they would be doomed.
"Lightning understands!" Fortunately, she quickly replied.
"Go and find Agatha," Roland said to Nightingale. "Maybe only she knows what's going on."
Since he killed the Magic Slayer, he had been paying attention to the movements behind the snow mountain. The coal transport fleet heading to the source of the Redwater River was divided into four or five batches, each with an Animal Messenger. In addition, Lightning and Maggie's practice range was set to the line between the snow mountain and the Misty Forest, in order to deal with the demons' sudden attack.
However, not only did the demons not retaliate, even the Red Mist began to dissipate.
Agatha soon arrived at the office, but after carefully listening to Lightning's report, she was also a little confused. "The Union rarely has the opportunity to get close to the Devil's Camp, so I've never heard of such a situation. Even in the decades of war, I've never seen them retreat," Agatha said with a frown.
"In that case, continue to observe," Roland finally decided. "Maybe the Red Mist is only weakening temporarily. It's better to be cautious."
He did not want to lose any witches at this time.
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