It was not a whim of Roland to ask the Ministry of Agriculture to raise rubber worms. As an industry as important as oil, it was better for him to take control of it. He would not have set up the farm in the Third Border City if he had not been worried about the potential threat these worms posed.
As for the story of the hapless lord, it was the result of a discussion with Barov and Edith. Compared to the witch empire that ruled the human beings, it was easier to accept the story of the female lord and the destruction of the city-states. Currently, only the senior officials of the City hall and some of the backbone of the First Army knew the truth about the Battle of Divine Will and Taquila. This was not good for the propaganda of the upcoming war, but it was easy to cause panic if they told the truth. Therefore, it was a good compromise to reveal the truth bit by bit to give people some psychological buffer.
In order to ensure the stability of the united front, he even wanted to bury the dark history of the witch empire forever. If the human beings could win the Battle of Divine Will, when archaeologists rediscovered this lost record, people would not be bothered by this special period in history.
After leaving the Elk Knight in the wormhole and letting him study it by himself, Roland was invited to the center of the underground hall by Pasha.
"They're back, Your Majesty." "Who?"
"Who?" Roland couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in response to this question that came out of nowhere.
Pasha did not answer. Instead, she raised her tentacles and mysteriously pointed at a dark passage on the side of the hall.
He turned his head and saw a white shadow moving in the dark tunnel. After a while, two giant devouring worms crawled out of the cave, wriggled their bodies in front of him, and opened their bloody mouths full of hooked teeth.
"Your Majesty, do you remember us?"
One of them said cheerfully.
Roland was slightly startled. "Molly... and Lara?"
Of course, he would not forget their names so quickly. The scene of their parting that day was still fresh in his mind. After frankly saying that he did not regret it, he boarded the cement boat to the Great Snow Mountain. Even now, he could still feel their unwavering determination from their tone.
"Yes, you do remember!"
"Mind your manners!" The other one squeezed its partner with its tail. "Even if our bodies are different, don't forget that we are Taquila..."
"Worm?" Jasmine said deliberately.
"Witch!" cried Lara.
"They've just arrived in Neverwinter. They really wanted to see you before they went to sleep, so I asked them to wait at the side of the hall. I hope they didn't disturb you. Pasha lowered her main whiskers. "Taquila thanks you again for your help. "
"No, I've also been waiting for the good news of the successful transformation." Roland waved his hand nonchalantly. "But … why do you need to hibernate?"
"Because the worm carrier consumes too much energy, Your Majesty." "Fran can handle the usual excavation and transportation work alone. There's no need to maintain three hosts at the same time. Before coming here, even Fran had to hibernate a lot. "
Before her transformation, she clearly had a lively personality like Jasmine, but now she felt that she had matured a lot. It was as if the instant her soul had been transferred had allowed her to truly mature.
After spending some time with Phyllis and the others, Roland realized that not every Taquila witch had lived such a long time. In the beginning, they lacked a carrier and Scourge's body. They either chose to merge with Eleanor, one of the Three Chiefs, or transfer to a soul carrier and enter an unconscious long sleep.
It could be said that the number of witches who had lived for hundreds of years could be counted on one hand. By the time the church was established in Starfall City and they were provided with a body, it was already much later … Phyllis had changed her body twice, but she had only maintained a conscious state for about 150 years, excluding the initial period when she was at a loss and did not know what to do. Thus, she was already considered an "elder" among the survivors.
Jasmine and Lara were considered the youngest batch. Aside from the time they spent familiarizing themselves with controlling their bodies, they were usually in a state of hibernation. Their actual age and mental age were not far apart. With such a transformation, Roland could not help but feel emotional.
And the rarest thing was that after becoming devouring worms, they still maintained the vigor they had when they were humans. Just this point alone made them surpass many people.
Now it seemed that the Union was able to become a powerful force that unified the whole continent for a reason — apart from their ability, they had many other praiseworthy qualities.
"Three worm carriers aren't a lot. If we want to build a defensive barrier in the Impassable Mountain Range," Roland looked at Pasha, "keep them awake. The new project will start soon, and there are many places in Neverwinter that need to be rebuilt. Don't worry about food, City hall will provide it. "
"Really?" Jasmine asked excitedly.
No one liked to sleep forever, especially the Taquila witches — they had slept for too long.
"As long as they don't eat meat for every meal," he spread out his hands, "according to Fran's way of eating, they can only eat about 100 people's meals."
"Since you have a plan, I'll leave them to you." Pasha seemed to have expected him to say this and replied with a smile.
…
After seeing Jasmine and Lara, Roland felt inexplicably relaxed. When he returned to the castle, the First Army also sent him the latest news.
The blasting operation at the snow mountain was very successful. The passage through which the underground river flowed into the sea had been completely blown up, and the rising water was expected to continue to flow westward after swallowing the ruins. Except for the Gun Battalion that would continue to guard the snow mountain and observe the change of the water flow, the rest of the soldiers would return to Neverwinter in a few days.
This was not unexpected. When the Taquila witches finished searching the underground ruins and obtained the devouring worms, the exploration came to an end.
In this way, the entire Western Region would have no worries for the time being.
However, when he opened another letter, he could not help but let out a soft cry of surprise.
This letter came from the Northern Region, but it was not sent by a flying courier. Instead, it was specially sent by the garrison troops to Duke Kant. Therefore, the content was very detailed, and there were as many as four pages. The letter described in detail the changes that had happened in the Holy City of Hermes and the news of the collapse of the Tower of Babel. Eagle Face, the commander of the troops, thought that this was an excellent opportunity to attack. Considering the thick walls and giant catapults around the Holy City, he hoped that His Majesty could dispatch one or two artillery squads to reinforce the Northern Region, and was willing to win the first victory for His Majesty since the beginning of spring.
After reading it, Roland still could not believe it. The church built by the Union in the Starfall City had collapsed just like this?
Was this a message released by the opponent to lure the enemy, or was it true?
After all, the church still had a certain number of God's Punishment Army, and dragging the First Army into the quagmire of urban warfare was their last struggle. He had originally planned to let the God's Punishment Witches participate in this battle, which just happened to make up for the shortcoming of the First Army's lack of close-range firepower. At the same time, the new weapon, the mortars, would be put into use, further reducing the enemy's hiding space. It could be said that although Roland's goal was to unify the whole country, in fact, he only cared about the church.
However, the Holy City now showed signs of disintegration.
Just when he was about to summon the relevant personnel to discuss the matter, he heard a light knock on the French window behind him.
When he turned around, Nightingale had directly pulled the bird into the room through the glass.
Taking the secret letter from the bewildered messenger's feet, Roland spread it out and flattened it. After glancing at it, he could not help but stand up.
"How dare he?"
There was only one sentence written on the note.
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