As Agatha had expected, Maggie's cheerful roars were rarely heard in the afternoon.
Witches were always in a state of high tension during a battle, which consumed both their magic power and physical strength. Therefore, in the combat training of the Union, how to seize the time to relax and restore physical strength were the most important contents. After all, in the face of swarming demons, the only way to survive on the battlefield was by relying on reasonable rotation and teamwork.
Therefore, when Phyllis drove and lured the demonic beasts away, Agatha would sit on the side and take the opportunity to rest until several demonic beasts gathered together... At noon, she would also eat snow and dry rations to cope with it, almost without stopping for a moment. After sealing three or four demonic beasts in ice, Agatha would solidify the snow into a smooth piece of ice and quickly send the prey to the city wall of the Western Region by gliding.
As the gray sky gradually darkened, Leaf informed them that the competition was over.
When they returned to the starting point, they were surprised to find that there were more than 100 demonic beasts locked in wooden cages, including 30 hybrids. The largest wolf-bear hybrid was almost as tall as the city wall and had limbs as thick as stone pillars. Even the God's Punishment Army and Devilbeasts would find it difficult to carry it.
"Which team caught it?"
Phyllis did not show any change on the surface, but she was a little disappointed. After all, the two of them had achieved the best result. She had thought that the result of catching 22 small and medium-sized demonic beasts was outstanding enough, but now it seemed that they were probably the team with the lowest score.
The question was, how did the other two teams catch so many demonic beasts?
"Thank you." Vendy walked to the front of the team and was relieved to see that everyone was safe and sound. She took out a notebook from her bosom and began to announce the results.
"The team from Neverwinter, seven points. Well done."
"Wait... seven points?" Phyllis could not help but be surprised. "The team from Neverwinter is not the first place? Did the two from Sleeping Island manage to capture the remaining eighty demonic beasts?
"It's all Maggie's fault." Lightning put her hand on her forehead and said, "If she hadn't robbed a winter eagle's nest halfway and spent two hours roasting its eggs, we would have been able to catch a few more."
"You were the one who asked me to go, coo..." The pigeon on top of the little girl's head pouted. "And you ate the most after the roasting. You even went to pick a handful of Bird Beak Mushrooms, saying that the taste of bird eggs with mushrooms was even better, coo..."
"Anyways, it's good that you're back safely … Hmm, next up is the Sleeping Island team, 15 points. As expected of Ashes," Vendy continued.
"She's just an errand girl," Andrea sighed. "I was the one who knocked down all the demonic beasts. It's a pity that we didn't encounter enough monsters, and she couldn't run fast enough."
Ashes glared at him, "Why don't you try carrying the wild boar and running fifteen rounds in the snow?"
"Only muscular barbarians are suitable for this kind of thing."
"That's still better than someone who can't even stand up to the wind."
"You..."
"Ahem." Vendy quickly interrupted their argument. "Last up is the Taquila team, a total of 22 points! Congratulations, a month's worth of Chaos Drinks is yours! "
"Ah, I'm so jealous!" Andrea said unwillingly.
"I want to drink it too, coo..." Maggie looked at Agatha eagerly.
Phyllis was very surprised. "But there were obviously hundreds of demonic beasts in the cages..."
"Ah, they were all caught by Leaf." Vendy smiled and waved her hand.
Hearing the words of the head of the Alliance, all the contestants unanimously looked at the green-haired witch.
Leaf touched the back of her head in embarrassment. "Because I was worried that too many demonic beasts would enter the hunting area, I set up a one-kilometer zone around the periphery and only allowed them to pass through a few fixed paths. Later, I thought that since the demonic beasts that fell into the vine trap couldn't escape, I simply dragged them to the edge of the forest to add more targets for His Majesty. "
There was a sudden silence.
The number of demonic beasts caught by one person was more than the total harvest of the competition team, and she did it while monitoring the competition. How could there be such a terrible combat witch among the higher ascendants of the Alliance!
Even a Transcendent could not catch so many demonic beasts in a day.
What's with this inexplicable sense of frustration and shock...
Phyllis suddenly felt that the first place in the competition was not so important.
The next day, Neverwinter finally completed all the preparations for the artillery maneuver.
When Roland arrived at the western section of the city wall, both sides of the wall were already crowded with people who came to watch the maneuver. The 2,000 tickets were all sold out. According to Edith's statistics, 80% of the ticket buyers were former residents of Border Town. Obviously, for the local people, spending two silver royals to participate in an activity attended by His Majesty was no longer an unbearable burden.
The sky of the Western Region seemed to be cooperating with the maneuver. The heavy snow that had fallen all night stopped in the early morning, and the whistling north wind also became a little milder. The vast field to the west of the city wall seemed to be covered with a layer of silver carpet. The ruts and footprints left by the transportation of demonic beasts were all covered by the snow, appearing flat and clean.
The demonic beasts, which were used as targets, undoubtedly became the focus of the audience. More than 100 war trophies were divided into three rows according to the distance of 300 meters, 500 meters, and 1,000 meters. The more ferocious and burly the demonic hybrids were, the closer they were to the city wall. Obviously, watching these powerful monsters turn into bloody pieces under the bombardment of the artillery brought unparalleled pleasure to the people of Neverwinter who had been tortured by the Months of Demons.
As for the slightly smaller ones, they were all used as embellishments for the buried gunpowder. Anyway, the distance was relatively far, so there was no need to see so clearly. Instead, the quantity was more important. In the last row, the cages that imprisoned the demonic beasts were arranged in a rectangle with a length and width of nearly 100 meters, waiting for the brightest light.
"Your Majesty, the artillery battalion of the First Army is ready." Iron Axe climbed up the city wall and reported loudly.
Roland exhaled a mouthful of white air and turned to look at Echo beside him. "Play the Platoon March."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
As magic power spread out from Echo's fingers, the loud and familiar music instantly rang through the whole section of the city wall. Although he had heard this marching song many times during the school sports meeting, now that it echoed in the sky above Neverwinter again, Roland could not help but feel his heart palpitate involuntarily. As if the song contained a surging power, he could not help but hold his head high and chest out, welcoming the arrival of the soldiers.
All the subjects who were whispering to each other quieted down and turned their eyes to the end of the long street closest to the city wall. They saw a group of soldiers in the same color uniform appear at the corner of the street in neat steps and orderly walk toward the predetermined position.
Roland remembered that two years ago, when he first encountered the Months of Demons, this city was only the size of a palm. After less than two months of training, the people held spears and short guns and fought against the demonic beasts on the cement wall made of rubble. Even an ordinary demonic hybrid could make the Militia flustered. But now, they could face a higher level of challenge calmly, while the seemingly powerful demonic beasts became the target of Neverwinter's declaration of strength. This contrast made Roland very excited.
When the soldiers climbed up the city wall from the gentle slope, the crowd burst into enthusiastic applause, and the applause came wave after wave, as if it would never stop. He knew that any speech was no longer necessary at this moment, and the audience only waited for the pleasant roar of the cannons.
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