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"At present, everything is going well in the Southernmost Region. The Iron Whip Clan has been destroyed. Echo asked me to express her gratitude to you.
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"It takes time to prepare for the holy duel. I predict that the clans of Iron Sand City will go to the Land of Fire in a week."
"During this time, I've hired some of my clansmen to mark the location of the underground Styx River. I believe that we'll soon be able to find a Blackwater River that's relatively close to the coast."
"Also, what do you plan to do with the Goddess of the clan?"
"Greetings. Iron Axe. "
"Your Majesty, this is the message from the Southernmost Region."
The Sigil of Listening flashed a faint red light. Countess Spear's voice paused after the report, obviously waiting for Roland's reply.
Then, Nightingale handed the other talisman over.
Since she was sitting on the table, the seal was placed right next to her slender thighs. Although it was not summer, she was still wearing tight black trousers, showing off her perfect figure. If Roland wanted to talk to the sigil, he had to get close to her legs.
It had to be said that this was a difficult choice.
He didn't know whether he should look at him openly or pretend to glance at him casually.
"Ahem, well done … I mean Iron Axe."
"Your Majesty, are you alright?" The Earl replied, "I can hear your voice is a little hoarse. Please keep warm in the winter, your body is not as strong as a witch's."
"I'm fine." Roland cleared his throat and said, "Tell Iron Axe that if there are no major deviations, let him continue with the plan. As for the Goddess, we can fight for her, but if she doesn't want to leave the Southernmost Region, don't force her. "
"Is that all?"
"Alright, I'll let you know if I have any other requests."
"I understand. Then allow me to take my leave, Your Majesty."
The red light on the seal was extinguished.
Roland turned around and exhaled softly.
What's with this feeling of loss?!
Nightingale chuckled and put away the Sigil. She returned to the recliner in a flash and continued to munch on the dried fish while reading the comic strip of The Witch Story.
Roland pursed his lips and focused his attention on the matter at hand. In this desert operation, they had invested all their Sigil of Listening and used Countess Spear Passi of Fallen Dragon Ridge as a transit point to achieve instant communication between Neverwinter and the advance troops. Although communication was still a little inconvenient, compared to the initial delivery of letters that took 10 to 15 days and the daily flight of messengers, this method of communication was already considered as fast as lightning.
He finally had the feeling of being able to survey the entire situation without leaving the territory.
Unfortunately, the Sigil of Listening required a witch to inject her magic power into it to take effect. Moreover, in order to achieve a conversation between two parties, at least two sets of Sigil and two witches were needed. This meant that it was destined to be unable to replace the telephone and other communication tools that ordinary people could use.
Now, the first telephone line in the Western Region had entered the stage of laying. It would directly connect the office of the castle to the City hall of the Longsong District. The second and third lines were also being planned. It was expected that the two City halls would be connected, so that orders would only need a phone call.
Considering that it was time-consuming and laborious to erect electric poles, and that it was prone to be damaged by ice and snow, Roland decided to lay the cable along the mountain range and sink it into the ground through Lotus, which was both convenient and safe.
After the mountain defense line was established, he was bound to increase the line of communication with the front line. At that time, he was afraid that he would have to put more than 10 hand-cranked telephones in his office.
In addition, the migration of the ancient Taquila witches was also the focus of Roland's attention.
Maggie and Lightning took on the role of early warning and expanded the scope of investigation to the area 10 kilometers north of the mountains in order to detect large-scale demonic beast attacks in advance.
After all, the relics of the gods were likely to determine the survival of the tribe, so it was not too much to handle it carefully.
He had many conversations with Pasha in the past two weeks.
Their plan was very simple. First, let the worm carrier open up a mountain passage to the Western Region, and then choose a place with stable rock strata and fewer forks to build a palace. Next, the ancient witches would move the carrier, the documents, and the bodies of the God's Punishment Army to the new residence. Finally, it was the turn of the Instrument of Divine Retribution and the relics of the gods.
The one who was most enthusiastic about the relocation was a witch named Fran, or rather... the devouring worm.
She opened her bloody mouth, twisted her plump body, and squeezed in front of the phantom instrument. When she excitedly expressed her gratitude to Roland, he was really shocked.
Later, after Pasha explained it to him, he understood that the witches who had devoted themselves to the carrier could no longer be stored in Scourge's body. Their perception and consciousness were consolidated with the new body. The advantage was that they did not need to go through a long period of practice to use the carrier, but the disadvantage was that once the body was damaged, they had no spare carrier to replace it.
Come to think of it, if the witches did not use this method of joining, perhaps they would not be able to move the carrier even if they practiced for a lifetime. How could a person who was used to four limbs and ten fingers control countless tentacles or move forward like a worm? On the contrary, once they adapted to this strange carrier, it was estimated that there was no way to return to the previous way of life.
Because the devouring worm consumed a lot of food to feed, when not in use, the ancient witches had to transfer Fran back into the soul container and put her into eternal sleep. This was obviously not a good experience. It could be said that Fran sacrificed her own future for the continuation of the Taquila tribe. The price she paid was even heavier than that of Pasha, Alethea, and the others who had been transformed into the original carriers.
At least the latter could always observe the world and feel the changes and replacement of the outside world.
Therefore, it could be imagined how grateful she was to Roland.
The key point was that he had boasted that there was endless work waiting for Fran in Neverwinter, which meant that he had to spend a lot of food to keep her energetic. Fortunately, the worm was an omnivorous carrier, so it could accept both grain and meat.
I want to eat hot meat porridge sprinkled with spices and a whole cow roasted until its skin is shiny!
When Fran said these words, she was basically drooling.
Although the worm looked a little ugly, like the sarcoma, it could sense the outside environment in a unique way, including taste, pain, and temperature.
Roland could only accept her gratitude with a smile and tears in his heart.
It seemed that no matter in which world, the construction industry was a huge gold-devouring monster.
He also asked Pasha what the original and central carriers relied on to fill their stomachs. The answer he got was soil and high temperature, which was also the reason why they liked to soak in magma.
This answer made Roland feel a little relieved. Compared to the devouring worm, the sarcoma probably absorbed energy more like a plant. In this way, he did not have to bear the food expenses of these people who were close to an infinite life.
Just as he was thinking about how to plan the defense line in the mountains so that the military facilities built underground could better connect with the existing crossroads and even the ancient witches' palace, he suddenly heard an explosion outside the window.
Surprised, Roland turned to look at the French window and saw a plume of black smoke rising from a corner of the town, mixed with some faintly visible flames. The smoke came from the direction of the school near the stone inner wall.
"Nightingale!"
"I'll ask Sylvie and Phyllis to go and have a look. Your Majesty, don't leave the office. I'll be back soon!" While speaking, Nightingale had already disappeared into the Mist.
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