In the next three days, news about the frontline came one after another. When he heard that Nightingale had exhausted her magic power and fainted, his heart tightened. Fortunately, she was fine. When the news arrived, she had basically recovered. She even asked Maggie to tell him not to worry about her.
The results of the exploration showed that there was indeed a ruin of the underground civilization in the Great Snow Mountain, but it was not as well-preserved as the one in the Impassable Mountain Range. Most of the caves had collapsed, and the remaining compartments were filled with rotten food, insect eggs, and corpses. Not far from the underground lake, the Taquila witches also found a damaged magic core. There were almost no valuable documents left. The only harvest so far was a primordial carrier and two devouring worms.
Roland couldn't help but feel surprised.
If the multi-eyed monster above the lake was just a beast that happened to treat the ruins as a suitable nest, then there was nothing strange about it. But obviously, the monster was not stupid. It had driven the worms to devour Agatha's laboratory and the Blackrock Tower in Devil's Town. Moreover, it found the strange insect sacs wrapped in demons and humans underground. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed that the monster was deliberately collecting information about the two races.
Especially when the first batch of "insect sac corpses" was transported back, he noticed that the broken skin of the victims was not caused by corrosion, but by the phenomenon of long-term storage. This meant that the corpses in the insect sacs had been there for a long time, and did not look like they were prepared for rations.
This behavior of turning other creatures into specimens was obviously something that only intelligent individuals would do. In that case, why did it torment the ruins beyond recognition?
Or... the monster did not care about the things that the Taquila witches valued?
Roland looked at the "scene reconstruction photos" drawn by Soroya and thought for a moment.
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As for the lake at the bottom of the ruin, Sylvie had already confirmed its direction — it was a water vein that led to the sea.
Based on his current skills, once the enemy escaped into the Swirling Sea, they would lose their target. The only thing they could do now was to blow up the dome of the ruins and completely seal the underground water vein to ensure the safety of the rear of Neverwinter.
Of course, there was some good news.
In Lightning's report, Fran was tied up by a kind of reptile, which was the same kind of reptile as the "egg worms" that wrapped corpses. Under certain circumstances, the mucus in their body seemed to be able to quickly solidify and produce a strong adhesive force, just like the silk of spiders. At the same time, these crawlers had no intelligence and no attack power. Agatha had studied them and confirmed that they did not belong to any species on the Fertile Plains.
In other words, this kind of reptile was probably brought here by the "monster".
Roland did not care where it came from. What he cared about was the mucus that could solidify quickly. According to Lightning's description, it might even be artificially bred.
Therefore, in his reply, he asked Agatha to make a detailed report on the harmfulness, predation range, and living habits of the new species. In addition, he also asked her to collect the strange plants and fungi in the ruin, especially the fruit that emitted a gloomy cold light. He was particularly interested in the giant mushroom that was as big as an adult.
Just as Roland was about to look at the wonders of the underground world again, someone knocked on the office door.
It was Phyllis who walked in.
She bowed and said, "Your Majesty, Lady Pasha wants to talk to you about the ruins."
Roland nodded. He would send a copy of all the information he had received these days to Taquila. He also wanted to know what the ancient witches thought about the visceral monsters.
"Let's talk through a video conference."
"Video... what?" Phyllis was stunned for a moment and then quickly realized what he meant. "You mean the phantom instrument?"
"Yes, the same place, the reception hall on the first floor," Roland could not help but grin. Finally, someone could understand his "nonsense".
"I see." She also smiled. "I'll inform Pasha now."
...
When he arrived at the hall, Farquhar and the rest who were waiting immediately stood up straight. They placed their hands on their chests and bowed respectfully to him. Their expressions were meticulous and they looked completely different from when they were in their true forms in the dream world.
Since he took them to visit the Dream World, these God's Punishment Witches completely regarded him as a figure comparable to the Three Chiefs of the Union. Although they still used the term "common people" when talking about other subjects, they obviously did not include him. This could be clearly seen from their etiquette and attitude.
Roland had told them not to pay too much attention to these formalities, but although the God's Punishment Witches agreed, they still saluted him as usual, even more seriously than the guards. After a few times, he let them be.
When he walked into the reception hall, Pasha was already waiting on the other side of the light screen.
"First of all, I have to express my sincere gratitude to you." She bent her main tentacle and said, "Whether it was the exploration of the ruins these days, or allowing the God's Punishment Witches to regain their lost feelings, your help means a lot to Taquila." "
"In the face of the upcoming Battle of Divine Will, this is also a kind of self-help." Roland responded with a smile. "By the way, have you thought about how to recover the carrier in the ruins?"
"There are only two ways... Either directly move the carrier back, or transport the soul instrument there." She paused. "I prefer the latter." "
Once the magic core was turned off, it would be no different from a withered skeleton. It would not be difficult to transport it on a concrete boat, but it would be impossible. Even the unactivated sarcomas and worms were far beyond what ordinary people could accept. The basic education in Neverwinter was not enough for the people to accept these shells that were like monsters from hell.
In principle, Roland also preferred the second method, but there was also a problem with transporting the instrument.
"So have you chosen the witches who are willing to accept the soul transfer?"
Unlike half a month ago, although the carrier had abandoned its human form and could not be restored, it could regain the long-lost sense of touch, taste, and smell. Therefore, most of the God's Punishment Witches were willing, or even eager, to merge with the carrier. This was also the reason why Pasha and the others were so interested in the possible ruins in the snow mountain.
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