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Chapter 775

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The entrance to the cave was located in the north of Neverwinter, at the junction of the city and the mountain range. Halfway up the mountain was the never-ending mine and furnace area.

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As they approached the foot of the mountain, a sturdy concrete wall appeared in front of them. There were sentry towers at the four corners of the wall, with barbed wire hanging from the top and two machine gun pillboxes at the entrance. Although some facilities were still under construction, this had become the most heavily guarded area in Neverwinter.

Under the saluting gaze of the guards, Roland walked into the courtyard.

Although it was only a wall, he suddenly had the illusion that he had traveled more than a thousand years.

The scene inside was definitely not something that could be seen in this era. It was a huge hole covered with concrete, more than 10 meters wide and more than 5 meters high. On both sides of the hole were two magnificent iron gates, which not only exceeded the size of the hole, but also reached an astonishing one-meter-thick thickness. Although it was not solid cast, but made up of several layers of steel plates, the total thickness of the armor was more than half a meter. It was completely a heavy partition door that could only be found in modern military fortresses.

Due to the heavy weight of the iron gate, the hole had to be reinforced and a slide track was installed on the ground. Even so, it was impossible to move it by manpower alone.

Therefore, there were also two steam engines on one side of the courtyard wall, one of which was responsible for providing power to open and close the gate.

Once the demonic beasts broke through the defense line set by the Taquila witches, after the relics of the gods were withdrawn, this gate would block any demonic beasts that followed behind.

In order to build it, Neverwinter had consumed almost one-third of the entire winter's steel output. The square shape did not seem to have any technical content, but the huge size of the project itself meant that it was very technical. Standing in front of the partition door that was as big as a building, Roland could feel the vigorous power contained in it.

On the day when the gate was installed, he saw the scene of the iron gate opening and closing with his own eyes. The dull roar of the steam engine, the harsh friction of the wheels, and the huge object that was slowly approaching, almost seemed to be in charge of the entrance to the end of the world.

There was a line of twisted words on both sides of the iron gate, which, when put together, meant the Third Border City.

The group of people walked into the hole, and the light instantly dimmed.

Phyllis took out the Stone of Lighting and walked to the front of the team, leading them into the underground cavern.

"Your Majesty, I don't understand why you call this place the Third Border City." Vendy was puzzled. "If the Border Area outside is the first city, then where is the Second Border City?"

"Because three is more appropriate," Roland replied.

"Ah?"

"Anyway, don't you think the number three matches the Stronghold? Besides, the name isn't important, as long as people remember it." He spread his hands.

"Alright, if you like." Vendy curled her lips.

After the conversation, there was only the echoing sound of footsteps and dripping water in the cave.

Due to the lack of concrete spraying tools, only the ground of this passage had been hardened. On the left and right sides were drainage ditches and mine tracks. When it was necessary to transport materials and food, the steam engine installed in the cave would pull trailers to transport them. Roland had heard from Phyllis that some God's Punishment Witches were interested in the strength of this machine. In the end, they found that even if five of them held a hemp rope together, they could not stop the steam engine from pulling them to the destination step by step.

Since the walls and the top of the cave could not be covered with concrete, water seepage was inevitable. Fortunately, the temperature in the mountain was not too low, so the road would not freeze. Wherever the devouring worm crawled, it would also leave a trail of mucus. When it dried up, it would stick the soil together like a layer of paste, so they did not have to worry about the risk of the cave collapsing.

After walking for about half an hour, the cave gradually became brighter.

"We're almost there." Phyllis slowed down. "Your Majesty, do you need to …"

Roland knew what she wanted to say. "It doesn't matter. Take me there now."

The God's Punishment Witches looked back at him deeply and said, "… Yes, I understand."

Walking out of the cave, their field of vision suddenly opened up. A spacious vaulted hall appeared in front of them. The area was about the size of a football field. Above their heads, they could see dozens of beams of light shining into the cave, reflecting light spots on the ground. With the help of the light well, even though it was deep in the mountains, it did not seem to be oppressive. There were not only witches guarding here, but also many soldiers of the First Army. Each of them had been examined by Nightingale and were the most loyal to Roland in the team.

But even they were as far away from the hall as possible at this moment. In the center of the vast open space, there were only a few diamond-shaped magic cores and three Senior Taquila witches … or rather, the original carriers.

He smiled and walked toward the three witches, reaching out his right hand to the leading blob monster. "We finally meet. You're Pasha, right?"

In an instant, Roland felt the breathing behind him quicken. A hand was already on his shoulder. If anything went wrong, Nightingale would undoubtedly pull him into the Mist.

The blob monster was silent for a moment, and then a familiar voice sounded in his mind. I'm surprised, Your Majesty. Before, when we talked with the illusory cores, the imaginary scenes were not so daunting. But now, the calmness you show at this moment is incredible. To be honest, you're the first person who has seen this body with his own eyes and can remain calm. Even the Taquila witches were not as calm as you when they first saw the original carriers that had not been activated. I'm very curious. Aren't you afraid at all? She paused, then stretched out a tentacle and gently wrapped it around his palm. But you're right, I'm Pasha. Thank you for your support of the Taquila witches.

He hasn't supported us yet. Just sending a team of mortals to escort the relics is not a help or a surveillance. Another cold consciousness also came in. It's not too late to talk about this after exploring the snow mountain.

Alethea! We've made a deal before! A third voice interrupted him.

Fine, I won't mention it.

It seemed that the other two were Alethea and Celine, who often appeared beside Pasha. Roland didn't mind her tone. Firstly, these ancient witches lived in an era where witches were revered, so it wouldn't be easy for them to change their mindset. Secondly, compared to their attitude on the surface, he was more interested in substantial gains.

"The most famous explorer in the Fjords once said that fear comes from the unknown. No matter what you look like, your soul belongs to the Taquila witches." Roland smiled. "And I'm no stranger to the latter. Agatha has become an indispensable member of the Witch Union and is deeply trusted and loved by everyone. "

The tentacle felt quite rough, and its surface was not as dry as it looked. It was slightly moist, probably because it had been drilling in the soil. He could clearly feel the temperature under the skin. There was no doubt that the huge blob in front of him was a living creature.

"... I see." Pasha sounded a little emotional. "You're right. We've been working together for a long time."

"In the face of the threat of demons, everyone should put aside their prejudices and try to unite as much as possible." Roland said a few polite words and then got to the point. "By the way, the relics of the gods should have been moved here, right? Can you show me what the thing that determines the fate of human beings looks like? "

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