Chapter 1037 Fighting on the Snowfield

After the appointments and dismissals were announced, everyone took the oath of office as required by Roland.

This was the first time that the officials had seen such a process, but despite the novelty, everyone still carried out it meticulously, and many of them deliberately held their chests high.

There is nothing special about the oath itself. "Be loyal to the king and fulfill your duties" - these are words that every minister often talks about, but in such a formal occasion, when it is said in harmony in front of everyone, it seems like It becomes tangible and seems to have a meaning that cannot be ignored.

Roland knew that they were gradually merging into a whole.

"Now that you have passed the inauguration ceremony, it's time to start working." He stood up from the main seat and slapped a palm on the large map on the wall behind him, "Completely sweep away the threat of the devil from the fertile plain and ensure that there is no The security of the northwest of Winter City will lay the foundation for humans to return to the hinterland of the continent – ​​this is Graycastle’s main goal next year!”

The failure of the two battles of divine will has pushed people step by step into a desperate situation. Behind them is the sea, and there is no way to retreat. No matter in terms of survival resources or strategic significance, westward expansion is the only way out.

If you want to gain a foothold on the vast plains, you must pull out the nail of Taquila - without the sacred stone veins, the devil cannot erect an obelisk, and Graycastle can truly obtain a safe frontline territory. In the future, whether they concentrate on development or wait for opportunities to counterattack, the initiative will be in their own hands.

After all, human actions do not need to rely on red mist.

When technological power reaches a qualitative change, the offensive range of weapons will also make great progress.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Everyone said in unison, caressing their chests.

After the meeting, Roland returned to the office. Nightingale had already placed the brewed black tea on his desk.

"Thanks for your hard work."

She still had that relaxed expression, and the dried fish trembling at the corner of her mouth showed that she was in a pretty good mood.

"Ah... thank you," Roland picked up the fragrant tea cup. Suddenly, Anna's words last night came to mind, and he couldn't help but look at the other person more.

Anna never elaborated on what the agreement was, but Nightingale stayed with everyone during the coronation ceremony in the morning and the wedding banquet in the evening. It didn't look like she could fulfill the "promise".

This puzzle really eluded him.

Moreover, Roland had a vague feeling that if asked directly, neither of them would tell him the real answer.

"What's wrong?" At this moment, Nightingale's voice suddenly came from my ears, "Am I looking particularly good today?"

"No... uh," he quickly took a sip of tea to cover up his confusion, "I mean, that's right..."

"So is it a 'yes' or a 'no'?" The latter leaned down and put his face in front of him. Roland could even smell the fragrance coming from her hair, "You're upset." "

Before he could reply, Nightingale had already ducked away, leaning on the lounge chair and chewing dried fish proudly.

Realizing that she was teasing him, Roland shook his head helplessly, but at the same time he felt a little grateful.

No matter what, there was at least one thing he was sure of.

The other party was still the Nightingale he was familiar with.

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In the Western Region, over the wild snowfields.

"What's the current speed?"

no answer.

Lightning's ears were filled with the sound of howling wind, and it was very difficult to even open his mouth. If he spoke into the wind, his tongue would be torn open by the razor-like turbulence. She had to activate her magic power and activate "Synchrony".

In an instant, the biting chill disappeared from my face, and the wind noise dropped to a tolerable level.

"Maisie, what's the speed now?" she asked again.

"Let's look at Goo!" The latter poked half of his head out of the collar below her neck. "It's almost twice as big as Gray Eagle's Goo."

Probably related to the instinct of the beast, Maisie has an excellent ability to judge speed. Compared with estimating speed based on magic power consumption, it is obviously more convenient to fly with her.

"Three hundred kilometers per hour?" Lightning sighed slightly. When the gray eagle dives from high altitude to its prey, its speed can reach one hundred and fifty kilometers per hour. Very few targets can escape such an attack. Now she has far surpassed Gray Eagle, but she feels a little unhappy in her heart.

Three hundred kilometers... This is the limit of flying without relying on coherence.

Since her ability evolved, she has spent a lot of time getting familiar with her new abilities and mastered the technique of actively controlling the synchronization of magic power. In other words, as long as she can tolerate the various discomforts of high-speed flight, she can always keep consumption to a minimum.

In this regard, His Majesty Roland also updated a complete set of equipment for her, such as arc-mirror windshields, double-layer thermal insulation lining, and a close-fitting backpack with less resistance, which can be said to be the ultimate achievement under the weight limit.

This series of measures allowed her to continuously break her own level flight record, but physical constraints still exist. Now it seems that the speed of 300 kilometers per hour may be an insurmountable hurdle.

Once the synchronization is activated, the consumption speed of magic power will increase significantly.

Lightning couldn't help but feel envious of the extraordinary witch's strong body.

Of course, her abilities are determined the moment she awakens, and all she can rely on is hard work and training.

Maybe after returning to Neverwinter, she could ask Lorgar for advice on how to build a stronger body?

"Pay attention!" Maisie suddenly shouted in her arms, "We are less than a hundred kilometers away from the ruins of Taquila!"

"That's it..." Lightning closed his eyes, carefully felt the magic power in his body, and then raised the corners of his mouth, "Then let's give the devil a surprise."

After mastering the new ability, His Majesty finally agreed to her search for wild game... no, the request for investigation - even if she maintained the lowest cruising speed, she was far faster than those clumsy terrifying beasts. As long as she planned her magic power well, she would be in danger. The possibility is slim.

But Lightning was not satisfied with this. She always remembered the shameful scene when she first visited the wilderness three years ago and was frightened out of her mind by the devil ice sculpture in the stone tower ruins. As an explorer, I was defeated by my courage. This shame must be compensated!

Fear stems from the unknown, and the current devil is no longer a scary monster to her.

"Lightning, full firepower!"

Upon hearing this, Pigeon immediately retracted his head into his collar.

The little girl began to increase her speed continuously. Even with the protection of the same tone, she could feel the sound of the wind increasing rapidly, from a sharp scream to a thick roar. The white earth seemed to have turned into a pool of sticky lotion. Not only did the outline become blurred, but the signs of backward movement became more and more obvious.

Until that moment comes——

With a loud noise, everything fell silent.

She seemed to have broken free from the shackles of the world on her. The wind and snow had been left behind, and the entire sky was open to her to swim.

In His Majesty’s words, she became the guide of sound.

No matter how many times he repeats it, Lightning never gets tired of it.

She even felt that she was born for this moment.

A few minutes later, the ruins of Taquila appeared at the end of the horizon.

However, what surprised her was that the ground around the ruins seemed to suddenly change color. At first glance, it looked like muddy soil after melting snow. But when she looked carefully, she realized that it was a mixture of flesh and blood! The black mass of evil beasts pressed towards Taqira from the end of the field of vision, slapping on the devil's defense line like a tidal wave.

Then he was shattered to pieces.