After saying goodbye to Garcia, Roland returned to his apartment.
Phyllis was sitting in the living room, waiting for him. "Your Majesty, that person was..."
"The magic awakened in this world call themselves martialists." He waved his hand. "You don't need to mind her attitude. No one in the Dream World knows my real identity except for you."
"But she was created by you..." Phyllis was still a little upset. Ever since he had agreed to take her to relive the experience of delicious food, the ancient witch's respect for Roland had become completely different.
"Not in their eyes. The people here have complete memories and thoughts, from birth to death, and they have nothing to do with me. Even the whole world has its own rules. "Roland sat down opposite her and said bluntly," For now, I'm also a part of the rules. "
At the mention of the world, Phyllis's eyes immediately shone with dazzling brilliance. What she had seen and heard along the way had brought her an indescribable shock. It was not easy for her to endure it until now.
She first looked at Zero's room and then asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, is this where you used to live? Please forgive me for being straightforward, but the Prince of the Kingdom of Graycastle is just a cover for you, right? "
Roland could not help but raise his eyebrows. "Why do you say so?"
"Because your City of Neverwinter is also like this!" Phyllis said excitedly. "When I first came here, I didn't understand why you had to build such a wide and flat road for carriages, even in a city with limited space. Now I know that you didn't build this road for carriages at all, but for four-wheeled carriages that can come and go as fast as the wind. That's what you're aiming for!" She paused for a moment. "There are also machines that can boil water with infinite power, buildings that are said to be more than 10 stories high, and powerful weapons and so on... The reason why this city has become what it is today is related to that world, right?"
"I'm indeed Prince Roland. But when I arrived in Border Town, some memories suddenly appeared in my head." Roland thought for a moment and decided to hide the fact that he had crossed over. After all, he hoped that only the witches closest to him would know about this secret. "It contains the most profound and incredible knowledge, and I've only mastered a very small part of it."
"Then it must have been given to you by God." Phyllis did not doubt his words at all. "The Taquila witches often say that God doesn't love human beings, but now it seems that we may be wrong. You've received the smile of God. As long as you're here, we'll definitely defeat the demons!"
This time, it was Roland's turn to be surprised. He had always wanted the Taquila survivors to believe this, but when she said it so firmly, he felt a little uneasy. After all, he took her to a park and a restaurant, not to the scene of a military exercise.
When he tactfully asked about the doubts in his heart, Phyllis answered very readily, "Because of the four-wheeled iron carriages that come and go."
"Car?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. In the era of Taquila, if we wanted to transport war supplies to the outpost camp, we needed a large number of horses and carriages. Although many witches had the ability to move quickly, they couldn't carry things that were too heavy. Once the load exceeded a certain limit, the speed of magic power consumption would increase exponentially. You should also know this. "
"Therefore, when the Union seized the Demon's Siege Beasts, everyone felt a great deal of pressure. Only one witch was needed to drive a behemoth that was a hundred times heavier than her own body weight. If the iron shields and crossbows were removed and only used to transport supplies, a Siege Beast would be equivalent to four or five carriages. From this point alone, it can be seen that the demons' mastery and utilization of magic power is much higher than ours. Therefore, the Quest Society concluded that the demons' war potential is a notch higher than that of witches. Because of this conclusion, Lady Alice pinned her hope on the God's Punishment Army. "
"You judge the strength of a race by its transportation ability?" Roland asked with great interest.
Phyllis nodded. "It determines the range we can cover, from human carrying to carriage. There is no doubt that the farther a race can travel, the stronger it is." Speaking of this, she could not help but raise the corner of her mouth. "In the Dream World, those four-wheeled iron carriages that are several times longer than carriages can still run as if they are flying with nearly 100 people on them. This alone is enough to prove the power of the Dream World. If your weapon is also from here, then it can definitely defeat the demons. "
After listening to Phyllis' explanation, Roland could not help but sigh. Although the Taquila witches were limited by the times and eventually failed to defend the Fertile Plains, it did not mean that they had poor foresight. In fact, the fact that they could see the hidden power of the demons from a crowded bus was already more than most of their contemporaries, and even comparable to some modern people.
More than once, he had seen such a discussion on the forum: When aliens invade Earth, how can we defeat these aliens?
However, in fact, human beings had done everything they could and exhausted all their strength to send a few astronauts to the Moon, the celestial body closest to Earth. For those civilizations that traveled hundreds of light-years or even across galaxies to reach Earth, it was just a small, insignificant step. They could burn the Earth into Ashes only by relying on the energy consumed during the voyage. The difference between the two was as vast as heaven and earth.
If a civilization could expand its footprint to other star systems and really wanted to invade Earth, the moment they saw them would be the moment human beings perished.
On this point, Phyllis... or the leaders of the Taquila witches unexpectedly saw it very clearly.
At the end of her words, the ancient witch once again put her hand on her chest and saluted. "Although you're not a witch and can't drive the Instrument of Divine Retribution, I believe that you're the Chosen One that God gave us."
Faced with this obviously skewed conclusion, Roland did not know whether to laugh or cry. However, he did not refute her opinion. It was undoubtedly a better choice for the Taquila witches to join Neverwinter in the future.
He took a deep breath, stood up, and said, "Time is limited. Let's start the test."
Because of Zero, it was not convenient for them to do the test late at night, so they had to finish it quickly.
After setting up the ladder, Phyllis turned her back to the bed and fell down, but nothing happened.
Obviously, she could not leave the Dream World by falling.
There were only two possibilities.
Either when Roland broke free, she would also break free, or she would be trapped in this world forever.
When Roland climbed up the ladder and sat down, Phyllis walked up to him.
"If I can stay here forever, it'll be a good home, so please don't worry about me. If I can't come back to the Dream World after I leave, I'll remember everything that happened today and miss this place. "
Roland nodded and fell backwards with his head thrown back.
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