Release that Witch

"Not a dead thing... What do you mean?" The nightingale frowned. "Is it hard to talk to the **** stone in the mine?"

"There was no such discovery for the time being, but when I tested it at the bottom of the Hermes vein, I accidentally discovered several mice that were eroded by the **** stone. m" Isabella closed her eyes and seemed to recall the scene at the time. "They may be the lost people who flowed from the upper level of the Privy Council into the bottom of the hole after the collapse of the New Holy City. No one knows how the mice were captured by the stone, but some of their bodies have fallen into the stone, as if ...just like the two are integrated."

"The turpent can also be regarded as a whole when it is wrapped in insects, but amber is still not a living thing." Roland said bluntly.

"I know," Isabella showed a hint of fear on her face. "If that's the case, I won't make this assertion. The problem is... the mouse is still alive, and when I get close, it will still show me Screaming, it’s like asking me to release it..."

Roland couldn't help but shudder.

He suddenly understood that the other party was afraid.

Unknown brings fear.

And she stood in front of an unprecedented field.

"...will it be that the mouse has just been fixed up?" The nightingale asked easily.

"I observed three months and nine days, and their calls never stopped." Isabella sighed. "On the tenth day, I separated one of them with a dagger and found that it was early in the stomach. It is empty, even severely atrophied because of long-term abandonment, but some of its blood vessels have grown into the stone."

This means that for a full three months, the mouse is provided with the energy needed to survive... it is a **** stone.

It seems that I think it is too simple. Roland can't help but smile. He used to think that "only living things can gather magic" is a rumor that is not enough to understand the magic. The evidence that Isabella found will undoubtedly be embarrassed. The transition to reality has greatly advanced.

"I have seen in the church's universal record that some rare plants can be connected with animals to form a strange symbiotic relationship," she continued. "Although it cannot be concluded that the stone is a plant, at least it is not a dead thing. This idea, the unique phenomenon of the devil is easier to understand, such as the growing obelisk, and the giant monsters seen at the bottom of the monument, etc. They may have used this to build today's ethnic groups. system."

"So, the devil really likes to use stones..." The nightingale thought.

"Unfortunately, my research is still very shallow. Most of them are only in the surface guessing stage and can't bring you any substantial help." Isabella slightly apologized and bowed her head. "The reason for not only merging has not been ascertained." Even the transformation of the magic stone can only create low-quality magic stones such as illuminating stones and screaming stones."

"You are too small to see your own discovery." Roland interrupted, "No matter whether the 'wave frequency' determines the correctness of the effect, just to prove that the witch can make magic stones through the ability, your name is enough to be loaded. Into the annals."

To say no regrets, it is definitely lie to yourself. If the other party's energy produces high-quality magic stones, it also means that powerful imprints like infinity and gods can be used indefinitely, and the fighting witch can also become a pivotal force on the battlefield. However, he also knows that the exploration of magic is bound to be a long and tortuous process. Now Isabella has just opened the door and glimpsed one of the corners. As long as she can continue the research, in terms of the average life expectancy of the witch, the results are undoubtedly worth looking forward to.

After Isabella retired, Roland immediately opened the pen and paper and planned to send a telegram to the city hall.

The message is very simple, there is only one sentence: no winter city can not be lost, start the emergency plan from now on, enter the state of war mobilization.

The plan will provide as many warriors as possible for the front line in the case of affordable food. In addition to military expansion, industrial production will also be tilted towards armament manufacturing, and living materials will be restricted.

Although at the beginning of the war of divineness, he ordered the general manager Barov to develop a corresponding general mobilization plan, but it is not easy to implement it. First of all, in terms of administrative integrity, at present, only one city without winter can achieve the adaptation and adjustment of policies and personnel, production, and it is easy to become a strong levy in other cities, so that the order can be restored again. paralysis.

Second, even if the first army is expanded, logistics will not be created out of thin air. It is almost impossible to carry out a cross-border battle of 100,000 people in this era by relying solely on sailing and livestock transportation.

However, if the home court is in the west, the administrative and logistical restrictions are no longer there. The winter city is not only the front line of this defense war, but also the last bastion of mankind.

No matter what the price, they can't take a step back, even if the enemy is in the sky.

Because humans have retired!

......

"Who is there?"

The silent monarch soaked in the Dianchi slammed his eyes and looked at the dark side opposite.

Just now, it heard a slight bang.

If it is normal, it will never ask more questions. Just pick up your weapon and you will know the result. If there is a rising body or a native body who dares to enter its rest area without permission, being split in half is also a deserved end.

The reason why silence did not act immediately was that the long-handled sword was not placed at hand and only when it was wounded, it would remove the armor and weapons.

In the darkness, a figure slowly walked out.

"Don't do it... it's me."

It is a slight glimpse. From the point of view of the voice, the other party is the owner of the Scorpio who has lost contact for a long time, Heckzod!

Silently stood up from the pool and put a piece of white cloth on his body. "Where are you going? Is it true that as you said, you are fleeing?"

"Hey, it’s not surprising that the deformed freak is saying anything. This is why I came to you alone." Heikezod walked slowly to the pool, when the silence noticed that it was on the chest. The armor cracked a large hole, and the inner wound was deep visible to the bone. Although the blood had stopped, the injury was far from healing.

"You are hurt?"

With the ability of the Lord of Scorpio, it is impossible to escape to such a point.

"I didn't expect that I would wait for you to care about it one day," Heikezod snorted and struggled into the Dianchi. "As for where I went, rest assured, you will soon know. But there Before, I had to let you see one thing first."

"What is it?"

"Concentrate, then stay relaxed and close your eyes..."

Hearing such a strange request, Silence intended to refuse, but looking at the unquestionable look of the other, it suddenly realized what.

This is clearly a preparation for entering the conscious world!

It hesitated and finally closed his eyes.

In an instant, an indescribable scene poured into the silent mind! In the fascinating picture, the scenes of the unknown letter, the white family, the light tower, the bottomless pit and so on flashed in turn, and finally appeared in front of the eyes, surrounded by claws, swarming nests...