Release that Witch

Is that just the case?

After hearing this, Ai Gesha was relieved a little.

The power of the devil lies in a large number. If only for a small number of madness, one or two high-level witches can pack them.

"Do you have a way to imprison them now?"

"The new witch is just right for this," Roland told their abilities. "After Iphi captured the devil, the cage can be easily taken with the balloon. Of course, I will also prepare some handcuffs and ankles. Something to do with them is not a big problem. What I want to ask is, how long can the red mist carried by the devil persist, and can the blood after death be used to make a seal?"

It turns out that... Ai Gesha has fully understood his purpose. "In general, a can of red fog can last for a day or so. The devil will choose to carry the number of fog tanks depending on the task, such as performing surveillance and patrol. For the mission, their mounts will carry three to four cans - but this is the limit."

“Why?” Roland was curious.

"After leaving the strange Blackrock Spire, the fog will gradually become ineffective," she explained. "If not, the Quest will be able to raise the devil and the Chaos beast, and a lot of synthetic marks will be printed. The three seats of the Federation are not done this." Attempts, such as taking some of the outposts that took part in the occupation of the devil, wanted to **** the small black stone tower, but the enemy would always destroy it before the defeat, leaving it to the sacred warrior, just a withered stone tower."

"Withered?" The other side said, "Can the stone wither?"

"Nobody knows what it is, but the stones that are brought back are not to be described with the withering. The smooth surface should be rough and dull, and it can fall with the help of a hand." Many stone chips are completely different from what the warriors first saw."

"I understand..." Roland indulged for a moment. "If you can bring the devil back, can you make a magic stone seal?"

"Give me enough experimental materials, the lab, and twenty mortals as assistants," Ai Gesha said with a finger. "The success rate of simple prints is about 80%, advanced... well, anyway, you too." There are no related magic stones."

"These are all right," he hesitated, whispering. "However, what if the trapping action led to a group of demons?"

Ai Gesha couldn't help but laugh out. "Look at your confident self before, I thought you never worried about this problem."

"Cough, I just want to make sure that nothing is wrong."

She said easily, "Take me and Miss Anna."

"You and... Anna?"

"You may not have a correct understanding of the witches in your territory. Your Majesty," Aegusa sighed. "You must know that the forces are all over the entire Fertile Plain, and there are only a hundred high-level witches. They are less than forty in combat type, they form the backbone of the federation and the backbone of the holy army. And in your witch league, there are several high-level witches, plus those weird weapons, strength and one. The St. James Forces team is quite awkward, and it is not difficult to eat a group of devils. Even if they meet the **** lord, Miss Anna can activate two divine signatures."

"Ah... I almost forgot that thing," Roland realized, "Thank you for your proposal."

"You're welcome, it's my life's wish to defeat the devil. Don't let me down, kneel down."

When Ai Gesha was preparing to leave, the other party stopped her.

"Right, I still have a problem."

"what?"

"Why did you have such a big reaction to the offensive devil camp?" Roland raised his eyebrow. "You didn't say that before. I remember that you didn't just ask for an initiative to attack them, even if you sacrificed." The chaotic beast that may exist in the camp, isn’t it?”

When Ai Ge Shadun felt that her cheeks were hot, I didn’t have to look at it and I knew that it was a red.

She couldn't say that she felt that Roland couldn't stop the devil at all, and he was bragging about his own force. He said the remarks for the purpose of anger. Now that the situation in the territory is good, as long as time is given, the human strength will become stronger and stronger, and the attitude will naturally become completely different. "Is there? I don't remember saying this."

"But you did at the time..."

"Cough, squat, I feel very sleepy," she yawned forcibly. "Please let me go first." He left the office without saying back.

As she passed through the corridor leading to the Witch House, the cool evening breeze blew on the face of Ai Gesha, and her mood gradually calmed down.

Looking at the stars, she suddenly appeared in her mind.

"He will one day become the king of the Grey Fortress and lead us to defeat any enemy. I believe so."

At that time, she saw her convinced expression. Ai Gesha felt both envious and sad. The envy was that they had not been overwhelmed by the cruel reality. The sad thing is that trust cannot reverse the gap of strength.

But now, she also has a little bit of confidence.

Effie doesn't remember how she returned to the bedroom.

Her mind was full of guns and roaring scenes - hundreds of people arranged neatly in a row, and pulled the trigger to the front target, except for the thick white smoke, she could not see anything, even if the magic could perceive it, It was too late to trap the bullets with a cage.

His majesty did not lie. The power of metal ammunition far exceeded the special bullets that McMug used to fight with himself. The wooden targets outside the hundred steps were riddled with holes, and the witch could only be beaten passively at this distance.

As for the other weapon known as the artillery, it is even more terrible. The attack range is several times that of the gun. Even if you need to use the lookout mirror to observe the shooting results, the team's guards say that this is just the oldest field gun. A weapon called the 152mm Fortress is the real trump card of the artillery battalion.

All kinds of explosions rang in her mind and eventually all became a thought.

"Hetty Morgan has deceived us."

Effie muttered.

"It may also be that she did not expect to have such power in the world," Yu Yu looked complicated and apparently shocked by the military training in the afternoon. "What should we do afterwards?"

She didn't answer, no matter what kind of purpose Heti had previously held, it didn't make sense at the moment, because she knew that the **** teeth that she wanted would not be able to afford it at all - the many assistant witches under Tilly Wembleton apparently It is much more useful than the witch who fights in the blood.

Recalling the experience of the past few years, she found that her proud ability and growth have become a joke, and there is nothing else to remember except Anne.

After a long time, she looked up. "I don't want to go back to the blood."

"..." Yu Yu nodded and nodded. "Me too." Then she groaned. "Are you crying?"

Iphi felt the salty smell on the corner of her mouth. She raised her hand and rubbed her cheek. The feeling of wetness came from the fingertips.

"I do not know."

She hasn't tasted the tears for a long time.

The beast never cries.

Even if there is, it is not for yourself.

If from the beginning, she and Annie met the witch alliance.

Effie closed his eyes and let the salty rain spill their hearts.

Annie, forgive me.