Release that Witch

Tilly cried for an hour and then calmed down. When Roland put her on the sofa, she found that she had fallen asleep. When the two separated, the tears and snots that were lumpy together pulled out a few filaments between the cheeks and the clothes.

Such a "no majesty" appearance is naturally inconvenient for the witch who sleeps to curse to see, Roland thought about it, and finally called Anna, and together with her, took Tilly to the big bedroom on the third floor of the castle.

After wiping her cheeks, Tilly's breathing returned to a smooth, but still no signs of waking up, which shows that she is really tired. It is not uncommon to rely on busy work to paralyze myself. This kind of shock treatment is not uncommon. I am afraid that after learning the news of the ashes, she will not have a good rest.

"You will sleep with her tonight," Roland sighed. "This time I am most afraid of being alone. Now I can look after her, and only you."

"Do not worry, she can feel one or two of her mood, know what to do." Anna nodded gently. "What about you?"

"I went to the third side of the city to sleep well. Anyway, I have been there for a few days. It will be fine to stay for a while." Roland replied. "And the news of the victory of the torch action should also let them know earlier." The ancient witches have been waiting for this for a long time."

"Yeah." Anna came over and kissed his cheek. "Although I don't want you to leave, these things are really more important..."

"Sorry, it's rare that you come back from the front."

"Don't say stupid things, my majesty, I will grow up later."

When Roland walked to the door, Anna stopped him again.

"Right, don't forget to call the nightingale," she said earnestly. "The only thing in the city that can't be accidental is you."

Looking at the clear eyes of the other side, Roland should cover the door.

......

With a large team of guards just entering the third side of the city, Pasha appeared in front of him for the first time.

"Your Majesty, is there any new news on the front line? How is the situation?"

From the whiskers of the other side, we can know that her mood is uneasy and turbulent at the moment.

Roland did not intend to sell the customs. He replied straight away. "We have won the complete victory. The devil on the plain has been cleared, and the demon has not been able to escape. Now Takira has been placed under the control of the First Army. ”

Pasha's tentacles momentarily stopped.

After a few seconds of silence, she said excitedly, "Is this true? Your Majesty, please forgive my rude... I don't doubt you, but I really don't know what to say to tell me more details? "

After more than four hundred years of tempering, there are very few things that can make such a big change in the mood of these high-level witches. This is the first time Roland has seen Pasha’s gaffe, “Of course. But”

"Thank you, I will inform you of this good news!" But before he finished, Pasha disappeared at the top of the cave.

Roland stunned for a moment, and finally he shook his head helplessly.

When he entered the underground hall, not only Pasha, Elsie and Celine, all the remaining goddess of witches had gathered in the center of the hall, lined up in a straight horizontal team, waiting for him to open his eyes. .

This made it difficult for Roland to complete the latter half of the sentence.

"Let's go with the flow," the nightingale whispered, "or later, telling Pasha alone with a conscious exchange."

we can only do this. He nodded, stepped forward, and began to talk about the general process and results of the last battle. Although detailed statistical reports have not yet been released, and the leaves are often missed, the data and gains and losses are not important to them.

For the survivors who have been looking forward to more than four centuries, victory is the most important thing.

When he finished the only news, the crowd was already boiling.

Cheers are endless, no girl and tears are full of tears, but whether it is crying or laughing, everyone expresses the same feeling.

A joy that breaks away from **** after hundreds of years of silence.

"Please forgive me for being rude and offensive to you," Elsie took the initiative to come to him and plunged the Lord. "From today on, the united front has no need to exist anymore. You are the only one of Takira." The ruler is also our will."

Pasha and Celine didn't interject, obviously acquiescing her.

This is also tantamount to recognizing that Takilla will exist for an inseparable part of the Grey Fortress Kingdom in the future.

After Roland nodded and accepted, Elsie re-established the Lord.

"There is one more thing I have to tell you," he concentrated, and informed Elena about the news.

"Yes... it turned out to be her." Pasha said slowly.

Slightly contrary to Roland's surprise, they did not show too much emotional fluctuations.

"You... already know?" he couldn't help but ask.

"No, we are only prepared." Ayr said calmly. "The ambush squad is surrounded by the devil's premeditated plan. If it is the era of the Confederation, there will be no possibility of surviving. You can save everyone at this price. It is a blessing."

"You may not understand, but death is a common occurrence for us." Catherine said, "After all, everyone is voluntarily surviving through the fusion of soul instruments and carriers. This process is equivalent to having died." I have screened it again, not to mention the terrible battle that has been faced in the battle of the gods. The only thing we are afraid of is the meaningless death."

"And Elena just made the choice that every Tajima warrior would make," Elwyr finally said. "So, you don't have to care about it."

So... Is this being comforted?

Roland was quite emotional in her heart and didn't know what to say.

"Of course, this does not mean that we will not be saddened by the death of our companions. It is just that the war has taught us to exercise restraint." Pasha looked at the witches who were still celebrating. "I will tell them about this." At this moment, let them enjoy the joy of victory."

......

Five days later.

With the return of the frontline troops, the news of the Northern Expedition’s victory has gradually spread in the winter city.

Although it is not as intuitive as the defeat of the evil beast or the Duke of Ryan, it does not cause the whole city to celebrate, but the people still piece together the true face of the enemy from the mouth of the family who returned from the army. I am not afraid of death, far from being a hybrid species and a Duke of the Knights. In addition to the testimony of the witnesses of the terrorist attack, a strong enemy image that completely coincides with the **** devil is gradually erected.

What's more, it has become a legendary catastrophe, and descriptions such as heights and flames are common and quickly become one of the hottest topics in the streets.

Even such an enemy is still defeated by the First Army, and it is still a thousand miles away. This kind of rhetoric greatly arouses the public's heart. If even the devil from **** can't compete with the Gray Fort Army, Who are their opponents?

The "Graycast Weekly" also made efforts to simultaneously publish the descriptions of the frontline soldiers in a large format and restore the entire war process.

For a time, the slogan of signing up for the First Army and expanding the territory for the next time was popular throughout the city.

But no winter city high-level people are very clear, what are the real challenges they are about to face.

Chengxi Public Cemetery.

From the first tombstone that fell five years ago, this wasteland has become a cemetery park covered by greenery.

Today, there are 426 new tombstones added here.

Most of them are empty underneath, because the limited capacity is simply unable to transport the body back, but no one will feel that the victim has been given the name on the abandoned tombstone, recording their honor and merit.

The stone tablets of Ash and Elena are among them.

Like other stone monuments, they don't look any different. The only difference is that there is a blown hilt in front of the ashes.

"Salute!" The iron axe sighed, then lifted his arm hard.

All the high-level officials followed the military ceremony even if their official position and status were above the vast majority of soldiers.

This is a mourning and a warning.

The battle for divine determination of fate is far from over.

After the funeral, Roland immediately called Barov. "To summon all the ministers, I have new tasks to explain."

This challenge has just begun.