Chapter 319: Autumn Snow

After all the personnel arrived, Roland recounted what Lightning had discovered from beginning to end, "A transparent crystal coffin that appeared in an ancient ruins, without any signs of corruption in a damp basement, magic gems that kept calling for help, and transformed into Flying Ash Devil... what do you think?"

"You want to say that she might be a witch?" Anna thought, "If she is still alive, maybe she can learn more about what happened more than four hundred years ago."

"It's also possible that she's not a witch, or even doesn't belong to that era," Scroll hesitated for a moment, "and..."

"And she is not necessarily on our side." Ye Zi added.

This sentence made Roland slightly startled. Indeed, if the ruins were left by the church, the other party is likely to be a member of the church. Judging from the gorgeous costumes described by Lightning, he might be a high-level person. Ordinary people are fine, but if it is really a witch, it will be tricky to deal with.

From the fight between Ashes and Nightingale, and the attack of the Faceless Man, it can be seen that there is no clear dividing line between the combat power of the witches. Even if the extraordinary person does not wear the God's Stone of Retaliation, he may not be able to match the ordinary witch with unique abilities. And if the combat witch is attacked first by the auxiliary witch, the situation is also worrying.

In case the other party has malicious intentions, no one can guarantee that her ability will not pose a threat to the Witch Union... unless she is awakened within the influence range of God's Stone of Retaliation.

"Are you all crazy, thinking about whether she is on our side?" Lily held her forehead weakly, "How could people who were more than four hundred years ago survive to this day? Witches have a short life, even if they are strengthened None of the transcendents in the world have been more than a hundred years old, so you guys are thinking too much. According to me, maybe when the thing breaks, the people inside will turn into dust just like the devil."

"The short life is due to the so-called demon phagocytosis," Roland corrected, "The physical fitness of witches is generally stronger than that of ordinary people, and the actual life span should be longer."

"The average person only lives forty or fifty years," Lily snorted. "Do you think everyone lives as long as a tortoise?"

The average life expectancy of 40 to 50 years is caused by the poor food supply and low medical level. As long as the quality of life improves, it can be increased by another 20 years. But what she said was not unreasonable, Roland thought, even with these additions, there is still a big gap from a lifespan of 400 years... Even a tortoise might not be able to live that long.

"But she does seem to be alive," Lightning yelled. "You can tell when you look at it, she is completely different from those dead devils. Her skin is smooth and her lips are full of blood. Maggie!"

"Goo! Lightning is right!"

"Okay, don't argue," Wendy stood up and interrupted, "Whether she lives or dies, it's worth our try."

"Are you sure?" Shujuan asked with a frown.

"In case she is really a church witch, as long as she hangs the God's Stone of Retaliation before she wakes up. And we still have Anna and Nightingale, it's not a big problem to restrain her." Wendy said calmly, "The key The reason is that she may know about the accident that happened more than 400 years ago, and this alone is worth our rescue."

Indeed, the devil's information is very important to the small town, and the information that the church is trying to hide must be extremely harmful to them. If they can grasp these in advance, they may be able to take the initiative in future confrontations.

Anna and Nightingale also agreed with Wendy's opinion. In this way, even if Scroll felt inappropriate, they would no longer object, and the Witch Union basically reached an agreement.

"Where's the First Army?" Roland looked at Iron Axe.

"Only fifty people can be dispatched at most," the latter said, "Your Highness, you have sent several teams to assist the city hall in recruiting refugees from all over the place, and now there are only more than five hundred soldiers left in the town. Although Timothy was attacked God will punish him, but he may still put all his eggs in one basket and launch a large-scale attack on the western border, the First Army must leave enough manpower to guard against the capital."

"I see," he nodded. Fifty people are really small, and facing the devil's long-range spear attack outside the field of vision is likely to cause heavy damage. To make up for this, in addition to Lightning and Maggie's aerial reconnaissance, Sylvie's perspective ability is indispensable. The ideal team should be that the hot air balloon and the ground troops are advancing in coordination, the witches are responsible for security and close combat tasks, and the long-range suppression is handed over to the musketeers.

But in this way, the sleeping island witch will also know that there are sleepers in the ruins. After much consideration, Roland decided to take Sylvie with him. After all, protecting his own safety is still the most important thing in this rescue.

Just when he was about to arrange a rescue plan, Mystery Moon exhaled, "My God... what is that?"

Everyone followed her gaze and looked out the window, they couldn't help being stunned.

Roland pushed open the window in disbelief, and saw that the gloomy sky was filled with white elves at some point, covering the sky and covering the sky, but there was no sound. He stretched out his hand and caught a handful of white spots, feeling a cold touch in his palm.

Snowing.

This is not normal... As far as he knows, there is only one snowfall in the western region in winter, let alone it is not winter yet!

Does it snow in the last month of autumn too? He looked at Iron Axe, who looked serious and said slowly, "I have only been in the town for seven or eight years, and I have never experienced such a situation."

Once the heavy snow falls, it means the arrival of the demon moon, and the sun will be buried under the cloud until the next time it shines. During this period of time, the entire Western Territory will face the threat of evil beasts. Not to mention dispatching the first army, even transporting witches in hot air balloons has become dangerous—at this time, the Misty Forest is full of ferocious evil beasts, and it is definitely an extremely risky thing to leave the protection of the city wall.

He had to suspend the rescue plan and wait for the sky to clear.

From the bottom of his heart, he felt that the heavy snow was probably an accident and it would end soon. After all, the temperature is still at the level of autumn, and it hasn't dropped much.

Three days later, the town was covered in silver, and the mountains and forests in the distance were covered with a layer of white gauze. It would definitely be considered a rare beauty in future generations, but Roland didn't have any intention to enjoy the scenery.

Although the snow has weakened a lot, there are still scattered snowflakes falling, and the First Army has also entered a state of full alert. The newly built city wall is patrolled regularly every day, and a temporary camp is set up at the foot of the city wall so that soldiers can Jump into battle quickly. The temperature changed almost every day, and his attire changed from single clothes to cotton wool coats.

On the fourth day, the news from the frontline made Roland's heart sink completely.

The west section of the city wall was attacked by evil beasts.

The month of demons came more than a month earlier.