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"At present, the progress in the extreme south is going well. The Iron Whip Clan has been destroyed. I would like to express my gratitude to you."
"The holy duel takes time to prepare, and I expect the Iron Sand City clan to go to the Burning Land in a week's time."
"Taking advantage of this time, I hired some clansmen to mark the location of the underground Styx River. I believe that I will soon be able to find a black water river that is relatively close to the coast."
"Also, what do you plan to do with the goddess in the clan?"
"Greetings. Iron Axe."
"Your Majesty, this is the message sent from the extreme south."
Hearing the talisman flashing slightly red, Earl Spell's voice stopped after reporting, apparently waiting for Roland's reply.
Then Nightingale handed over another talisman.
Since she was sitting on the table, I don't know if it was intentional or not, the place where the talisman was handed over happened to be next to her slender thighs - although it was not summer, she was still wearing black skinny trousers to keep her perfect body fit. The shape is unmistakable. If Roland wanted to speak to the talisman, he had to get close to her leg.
I have to say, this is a really difficult choice.
He didn't know whether to look at it openly, or to look casually.
"Cough, good job... I mean iron axe."
"Your Majesty, are you alright?" the earl replied, "I heard you speak a little hoarse. Please keep warm in winter. Your body is no better than a witch."
"I'm fine." Roland cleared his throat, "Tell Iron Axe, if there is no major deviation, let him continue to implement it as planned. As for the goddess, you can fight for it, but if the other party doesn't want to leave the extreme south, don't force it."
"Is that so much?"
"Well, if there are other requests, I will notify you again."
"I understand, so allow me to retire, Your Majesty."
The red light on the talisman went out.
Roland turned his head back and exhaled softly.
What the hell is this feeling of being lost
Nightingale chuckled and put away the talisman, dodged back to the reclining chair, and continued to read the comic strip of "The Witch's Tale" while chewing on dried fish.
Roland pouted and focused his attention on the business. This desert operation put all the listening talismans into use, and used Earl Spell Passy at the Falling Dragon Mountain as a transfer to achieve instant contact between Neverwinter and the advance troops—although the call was still a little inconvenient, it was more convenient than the initial call. The delivery of letters in ten days and a half month, and the flight messenger calculated by the day, this contact method has been called lightning fast.
He finally had a feeling that he could see the whole situation without leaving the territory.
It's a pity that listening to the sigil requires witches to inject magic power to take effect, and to achieve a conversation between the two parties, you must have at least two sigils and two witches. .
Now the first telephone line in the west has entered the laying stage. It will go from the castle office to the Changge District City Hall, and the second and third lines are also being planned. It is expected to connect the two city halls, and then pass orders. All it takes is a phone call.
Considering that it was time-consuming and laborious to erect the poles and easily damaged by ice and snow, Roland decided to arrange the cables along the mountains and sink the lotus into the ground, which is convenient and safe.
After the Gunsan Defense Line was established, he would have to set up additional lines to communicate with the front line. By then, he would probably have to put more than ten hand-cranked telephones in the office.
In addition, the migration of the Taquila ancient witches is also the focus of Roland's attention.
Maisie and Lightning acted as early warning, and the detection range was expanded to an area ten kilometers north of the mountains, in order to detect the large-scale attack of the evil beasts in advance.
After all, the relics of the gods are likely to determine the survival of the ethnic group, and it is no exaggeration to handle them carefully.
During this half month, he had many conversations with Pasha.
Their plan was very simple. First, let the worm carrier open up a mountain passage straight to the west, and then choose a location with stable rock formations and fewer forks to build a palace. Next, the ancient witches successively moved the carriers, documents, and the body of the God's Punishment Army to the new settlement, and finally it was the turn of the divine scourge instrument and the relics of the gods.
The most positive about the relocation was a witch named Fran, or... Devouring Worms.
She opened her mouth wide, twisted her round body to squeeze in front of the phantom instrument, and excitedly thanked Roland, he was really taken aback.
Later, after Pasha's explanation, I realized that the witches who devote themselves to the carrier can no longer be stored in the body of the God's Punishment Warrior. Their perception and consciousness are consolidated with the new body. The advantage is that they do not need to go through a long practice to use the carrier. The disadvantage is that Once the shell is damaged, they have no spare carrier to replace.
Thinking about it, if you don't use this joint method, I am afraid that the witch will not be able to make the carrier move for a lifetime - how can a person who is used to four limbs and ten fingers control the limbs with countless tentacles, or the limbs that stretch forward like worms? On the contrary, once you get used to this peculiar carrier, it is estimated that there is no way to return to the previous way of life.
Because swallowing worms requires a lot of food to support, when not in use, the ancient witch had to transfer Fran back into the soul container, making her fall into eternal sleep. This is obviously not a good experience. It can be said that she sacrificed her own future for the continuation of the Taquila ethnic group, and the price paid is heavier than the price paid by Pasha, Erxia and others who were transformed into the original carriers.
At least the latter can watch the world all the time and feel the changes and replacements of the outside world.
From this, one can imagine her gratitude to Roland.
The key is that he once boasted about Haikou, saying that there is endless work waiting for Fran in Neverwinter City - which means that he has to spend a lot of food to keep the other party in a state of energy. Fortunately, worms are omnivorous carriers, accepting both grains and meat.
"I want hot, spiced meat porridge, and whole beef roasted until it's shiny!"
When Fran said these words, he basically said it while drooling.
Worms look ugly, but like sarcomas, they can sense the external environment in unique ways, including taste, pain, and temperature.
Roland could only accept her thanks with tears in his heart.
It seems that no matter which world it is in, the construction industry is a huge beast that swallows gold.
By the way, he also asked Pasha what the primordial and central carriers rely on to fill their stomachs, and the answer was soil and high temperature—this is why they like to soak in magma.
This answer made Roland a little relieved. Probably, the way sarcomas absorb energy is more like a plant than a worm. In this way, he also does not have to bear the food expenses of these people whose lifespans are close to infinity.
Just when he was thinking about how to plan the mountain defense line so that the military facilities built underground could be better connected to the existing fork, or even the ancient witch palace, there was a sudden explosion outside the window.
Roland turned his head to look at the floor-to-ceiling window in surprise, and saw a black smoke rising from a corner of the town, mixed with some faint firelight, in the direction of the college near the rubble inner wall.
"nightingale!"
"I'll let Sylvie and Phyllis go and have a look, Your Majesty, don't leave the office, I'll be right back!" While speaking, Nightingale had disappeared into the mist and disappeared without a trace.