Release that Witch - Chapter 1196

[Chapter 1168 Revival]

Tilly cried intermittently for nearly an hour before she calmed down, and when Roland put her on the sofa, she realized that she had passed out.

When the two separated, tears and snot even pulled a few threads between the cheeks and the clothes.

Such a “lack of majesty” appearance is naturally inconvenient for the witch of Maleficent to see. Roland thought about it, and finally called Anna, and together with her carried Tilly to the large bedroom on the third floor of the castle.

After wiping her cheeks, Tilly’s breathing returned to normal, but she still didn’t show signs of waking up, which showed that she was indeed quite tired.

It is not uncommon to rely on busy work to numb herself. This kind of shock therapy is not uncommon. I am afraid that after learning the news of Ashes’ sacrifice, she will not have a good rest for a moment.

“You can sleep with her tonight,” Roland sighed, “I’m most afraid of being alone at a time like this. You are the only one who can take care of her now.”

“Don’t worry, I can feel her mood a little bit, and I know what to do.” Anna nodded slightly, “What about you?”

“I’ll go to the third border city and sleep well. Anyway, I’ve been there for the past few days, so it’s okay to stay a little longer.” Roland replied, “And the news of the victory of Operation Torch should be let them know sooner— I think those ancient witches have been waiting for this day for a long time.”

“Yeah.” Anna came over and kissed him on the cheek, “Although I don’t want you to leave, these things are indeed more important…”

“Sorry, it’s rare for you to come back from the front line.”

“Don’t be silly, my lord, it will still grow in the future.”

When Roland reached the door, Anna stopped him again.

“By the way, don’t forget to call Nightingale,” she said seriously, “The only thing in this city where accidents cannot happen is you.”

Looking at the other party’s clear eyes, Roland responded and closed the door.

…

As soon as he entered the Third Border City with a large group of personal guards, Pasha immediately appeared in front of him.

“Your Majesty, is there any news from the front line? How is the situation?”

From the swaying beard all over the opponent’s body, one could tell that she was restless and turbulent at the moment.

Roland didn’t intend to play tricks either, and replied bluntly, “We have won a complete victory – the demons on the plain have been wiped out, and the demon slayers have not been able to escape. Now Taquila is under the control of the First Army. middle.”

Pasha’s tentacles stopped instantly.

After a few seconds of silence, she said excitedly, “Is this true! Your Majesty, please forgive my impoliteness… I don’t doubt you, but I really don’t know what to say – tell me more details ?”

After more than 400 years of tempering, there are very few things that can change the mood of these high-ranking witches so much. This is the first time Roland saw Pasha lose her composure, “Of course. But——”

“Thank you, Your Majesty, I’m going to announce the good news to everyone!” But before he finished speaking, Pasha disappeared at the top of the cave with a whoosh.

Roland was stunned for a moment, and finally he could only shake his head helplessly.

And when he entered the underground hall, not only Pasha, Elsa, and Celine, but all the remaining witches of God’s Punishment had gathered in the center of the hall, lined up in a straight line, and were waiting for him to speak expectantly. .

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

“Let’s go with the flow,” Nightingale reminded in a low voice, “or use consciousness communication to tell Pasha and the others individually later.”

we can only do this.

He nodded, took a step forward, and began to describe the general process and results of the final battle—although the detailed statistical report has not yet been released, and there are many omissions in Ye Zi’s recitation, but those statistics and gains and losses are not important to them.

For this group of survivors who have been waiting for more than four centuries, victory is the most important thing.

By the time he finished his only news, the crowd was already boiling.

The cheers were endless, and many witches burst into tears, but whether they were crying or laughing, everyone expressed the same emotion.

A joy that breaks free after centuries of silence.

“Please forgive me for my disrespect and offense to you,” Elsa took the initiative to come to him, drooping her beard deeply, “From today onwards, there is no need for a united front. You are the only one in Taquila The ruler is also where our will lies.”

Pasha and Celine didn’t intervene, obviously acquiescing to what she said.

This is also tantamount to admitting that Taquila will exist as an inseparable part of the Kingdom of Graycastle in the future.

After Roland nodded in acceptance, Elsa raised her main beard again.

“There is one more thing I have to tell you,” he concentrated, and told the three of Elena’s news.

“That’s right… so it’s her.” Pasha said slowly.

To Roland’s surprise, they didn’t show too many emotional fluctuations.

“You…you already know?” He couldn’t help asking.

“No, we were just prepared.” Elja said frankly, “The ambush team was surrounded by the devil in a premeditated manner. If it was the era of the Federation, there would be no possibility of survival. To save everyone at such a price, It’s a matter of good fortune.”

“You may not be able to understand, but death is commonplace for us.” Celine continued, “After all, everyone is a person who voluntarily survived through the fusion of soul instruments and carriers. This process is equivalent to being killed. We have screened it again, not to mention the heavy losses we faced in the Battle of Divine Will. The only thing we are afraid of is meaningless death.”

“And Elena just made a choice that every Taquila fighter would make,” Elsha said finally, “so, you don’t have to worry about it.”

So… is this anti-comfort?

Roland felt a little emotional in his heart, and didn’t know what to say for a moment.

“Of course, this doesn’t mean that we won’t feel sad for the loss of our companions. It’s just that the war has taught us restraint.” Pasha looked at the witches who were still celebrating, “Let me tell them about this— —But at this moment, let them enjoy the joy of victory to the fullest.”

…

five days later.

As the frontline troops returned one after another, news of the Northern Expedition’s victory gradually spread throughout Neverwinter.

Although it was not as intuitive and shocking as defeating the demonic beast tide or the Duke of Lane, and it did not cause the whole city to celebrate, the people still pieced together the true face of the enemy from the mouths of family members and neighbors who returned from the army – ferocious, Powerful and fearless, it is far beyond the comparison of the mixed species and the Duke’s Knights.

Coupled with the testimonies of the witnesses of the attack by the terrifying beasts, an image of a formidable enemy that completely matched the hell devil was gradually erected.

What’s more, it is exaggerated into a legendary calamity monster. Descriptions such as being a hundred feet tall and breathing flames are common, and it quickly becomes one of the hottest topics on the streets.

And even such an enemy was still defeated by the First Army, and they still won a decisive victory thousands of miles away. This kind of rhetoric greatly inspired the hearts of the people-if even the devil from hell can’t compete with the Graycastle army, Who else is their opponent?

“Greycastle Weekly” also made efforts at the same time, and began to publish the accounts of frontline soldiers in a large format, and restore the entire war process.

All of a sudden, the slogan of enrolling in the First Army and expanding the territory for His Majesty swept the city.

But the senior executives of Neverwinter City knew very clearly what the real challenge they were about to face was.

West City Public Cemetery.

Since the first tombstone fell on the evil moon five years ago, this weedy wasteland has become a cemetery park covered with greenery.

Today, another 426 tombstones have been added here.

Most of them are empty below them, because the limited transport capacity is unable to transport all the bodies back, but no one will feel that the victims have been abandoned—the names on the tombstones record their honor and meritorious deeds.

Ashes and Elena’s stele are among them.

They look the same as the other steles, the only difference is that there is a melted sword hilt inserted in front of the ashes stele.

“Salute!” Iron Ax said loudly, then raised his arm vigorously.

All the high-ranking officials then gave military salutes—even if their official positions and status were above the vast majority of soldiers.

This is a memorial, but also a warning.

——The fate-determining battle of divine will is far from over.

After the funeral, Roland immediately called Barov, “Call all the ministers, I have a new task to explain.”

This challenge has only just begun.

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