"Oh?" Roland raised his eyebrows. "Tell me about it."
"Since the Taquila devouring worm can dig a tunnel through the Impassable Mountain Range, then the Barbarian Underground won't be a problem for them." Edith stretched out two fingers. "As long as two worm carriers work in parallel, they can dig a tunnel big enough for carriages to pass through. I specifically asked Minister Carr about this. His conclusion is that although the mud can't support an underground palace like the one in the Third Border Town, as long as we can ensure a certain depth, it shouldn't be a problem for them to pass through. "
"How do we advance?"
"We'll move at the same time as the main force of the First Army. The tunnel entrance will be located in the center of the camp and will be taken out by a shaft. We can set up tents above it and disguise it as an ordinary camp area."
"What happens after we evacuate?"
"Close the shaft and restore the surface soil, but leave a ventilation hole for the passage to let in the wind."
"How long will it take?"
"It'll take about half a month longer than the usual march. However, under the harassment of the demons, it'll be difficult for us to move at the usual speed. The biggest weakness of the First Army will also disappear. Looking down from the sky, the army will look like a fist, which will definitely attract all the demons' attention. "
Roland could not help but curl up the corner of his mouth. It seemed that after a night of thinking, the plan was quite mature.
"Did you come up with this idea?"
"Sort of," Edith said frankly. "But it was the result of the cooperation of many departments. In addition to the Ministry of Construction, the Arithmetic Academy also participated in it, but they didn't know the specific content of the second plan. "
Should he say that she was indeed the Pearl of the Northern Region? The most difficult thing about this plan was not that she had come up with an idea, but that she had used all the available resources.
It would have been difficult for an ordinary person to consider the monster-like worm carrier.
The Arithmetic Academy was a newly established academy less than a year ago. Usually, apart from stargazing, it would only receive tasks from Roland. Edith had already tried to use more professional personnel to calculate the efficiency of the passage supply.
This extraordinary field of vision was truly delightful.
Also, for some reason, he faintly felt that at this moment, Edith seemed to be more outstanding than before, as if she had shed a layer of cover.
"Good job," Roland encouraged. "Let's implement this plan."
"Yes." The Pearl of the Northern Region paused for a moment. "But I still have something to say. The second plan's result will still result in casualties, and the process will not be as easy as the church's Battle of Coldwind Ridge. After all, the demons are the ones who have the upper hand. Before the First Army arrives at the destination, it's impossible for them to rely on the preset positions and blockhouses to defend themselves. "
"So, you prefer to bide your time and wait for an opportunity?"
"No, I prefer to bite this bone no matter what," she replied slowly. "If the Battle of Divine Will is really as cruel as the Taquila people say, then a trial of blood and fire is absolutely necessary for the First Army. As for you — I always feel that you care too much about the lives of your soldiers, so much so that you have to consider every step carefully. But now that the enemy has been changed to an unknown demon, some things are beyond human control, so please be prepared. "
"That's the feeling..." Roland thought to himself. If it were in the past, she would not have said such words. If it were any other lord, it would have been considered offensive. Edith was so smart that she would not make such a low-level mistake on such a small detail.
"Is this a chain reaction from last time?"
"But who cares.
As long as she can serve me, everything else is irrelevant. "
"I see. You may leave."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
After Edith bowed and left, Nightingale appeared and said with a dissatisfied look, "Is it wrong to care about the safety of your subordinates? She's overstepping her bounds! "
"I don't think there's anything wrong with it," Roland said with a smile. "But everyone has their own ideas. Listen to both sides." But in his mind, he had another idea. The reason why he had to be as considerate as possible was that he could not afford any losses at present. These soldiers were not a mob of mercenaries and serfs. Almost every one of them could read and write, not to mention that some of the officers also had the ability to look at pictures and make reports. If they could reduce their losses, they would do their utmost to do so.
When Nightingale was about to say something, the Sigil of Listening hanging on her chest suddenly glowed red.
Roland's heart suddenly sank. "Did the demons make a new move?"
The transmission time was very short. She almost immediately replied with her hand pressed on her chest, "No, it's good news. The third batch of witches from Sleeping Island is expected to arrive in Neverwinter tomorrow evening. The leader is Lady Camilla Dary."
"So it was Tilly who sent the message through magic power …" Roland breathed a sigh of relief. "Go and tell Vendy to welcome them according to the reception standards of the first two batches."
This should be the last batch of migrants, which accounted for almost half of the total number of witches on Sleeping Island. Now that the framework of Sleeping Spell had been established, he could rest assured that Vendy would be in charge of the statistics and the recruitment process. As for the rest of the witches, he believed that as time passed, they would sooner or later accept the fact that the Kingdom of Graycastle had become a new one.
"No problem." Nightingale seemed to have forgotten about the Pearl of the Northern Region. When she was about to escape into the Mist, Roland suddenly called her.
"Wait … the leader is Camilla? The witch who is going to go to the Sealine with Joan? "
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"Let me think …" Roland pondered for a moment. "Didn't the previous situation deduction say that the demons always took the initiative? Maybe I can reduce the opponent's mobility advantage a little. "
"Uh, are the two related?" Nightingale asked with a blank face.
"I'm not sure yet, but I have to try," Roland said with interest. "When Camilla arrives, I need to talk to her in person."
*****
After entering the Western Region along the Redwater River, both sides of the river gradually turned brownish-yellow, which was the color of harvested straw mixed with soil.
Judging from the thickness of the straw, this year was another bumper harvest.
Andrea stood at the bow of the boat and took a deep breath in the cool autumn wind. The sun-baked farmland exuded a unique smell, which made her feel inexplicably relaxed and satisfied.
She did not know whether it was the aftertaste of the bumper harvest or the anticipation of going home.
Perhaps it was both.
"Don't they … collect these things?" A curious voice suddenly came from behind. "They're obviously good kindling."
Andrea turned around and found that the person who had spoken was a God's Punishment Witch named Carol.
"You know this?" When she was a child, she had asked her father similar questions, such as why farmers collected the harvested straw and tied them into hills. At that time, her father had answered that it was to make a living.
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