Chapter 720 Competition Results, Admission Ceremony

Sure enough, as Agatha expected, in the afternoon, it was rare to hear Maggie's cheerful roar.

Witches are often in a state of high mental tension when fighting, which is a double consumption of magic power and physical strength. Therefore, in the combat training of the federation, how to seize the time to relax and restore physical strength is the most critical content. After all, in the face of swarming demons, only by relying on reasonable rotation and team cooperation can we survive on the battlefield.

Therefore, when Phyllis drives and lures the evil beasts, Agatha will sit on the side and take the opportunity to rest until several evil beasts gather together... At noon, she also used white snow and dry food to deal with it, and she didn't stop for almost a moment. Whenever three or four animals are frozen, Agatha will freeze the snow into a smooth piece of ice, and quickly send the prey to the city wall of the western region by sliding.

As the gray sky gradually darkened, Leaf notified them that the game was over.

Back at the starting point, the two were surprised to find that there were more than a hundred evil beasts locked in the wooden cage, and among them there were about thirty hybrids. The largest wolf-bear hybrid was almost as tall as the city wall, and its limbs were as thick as stone pillars. Even the God's Punishment Army and the Horror Beast might not be able to bear it.

Which group caught this?

Although Phyllis didn't change anything on the surface, she felt a little disappointed in her heart. After all, the two of them had done their best - the results of the twenty-two small and medium-sized demonic beasts were thought to be outstanding enough, but now it seems that they may be The group with the lowest score.

The question is, how did the other two groups catch so many evil beasts?

"Thank you." Wendy walked up to the crowd, and was relieved to see that everyone was safe and sound. She took out a notebook from her pocket and began to announce the results.

"The Neverwinter team, with seven points, performed well."

Wait... seven points? Phyllis couldn't help being taken aback, the first place wasn't the Neverwinter representative team? Could it be that only the two people from Sleeping Island captured the remaining 80 or so evil beasts?

"It's all Maggie's fault," Lightning said, holding his forehead. "If she hadn't dug out a winter eagle's nest halfway and spent an hour baking eggs, we should have caught a few more."

"Obviously you asked me to go..." The pigeon squatting on top of the little girl grumbled aggrievedly, "And you ate the most after roasting, and you still went to pick a handful of bird's-kiss mushrooms, saying that the bird's eggs It tastes better with mushrooms..."

"Anyway, it's good to come back safely...Well, Sleeping Island is next, with 15 points, it's indeed Ashes." Wendy continued.

"She's just running errands," Andrea sighed. "I knocked down all the evil beasts. Unfortunately, I encountered fewer monsters, and she couldn't run fast enough."

Ashes glared at the other party angrily, "Try carrying the wild boar back and forth fifteen times in the snow to see?"

"Only muscular brutes are suited to this kind of thing."

"That's better than someone who's weak."

"you--"

"Ahem," Wendy quickly interrupted the dispute between the two, "The last is the Taquila team, with a total of 22 points! Congratulations, the one-month Chaos Drink reward is yours!"

"Ah, it's really enviable!" Andrea said unwillingly.

"I really want to drink coo too..." Maggie looked at Agatha eagerly.

Phyllis was greatly surprised, "But there are obviously hundreds of evil beasts in the cage..."

"Ah, Ye Zi grabbed those by hand." Wendy smiled and waved her hands.

Following the words of the leader of the alliance, all the contestants turned their eyes to the green-haired witch at the same time.

Ye Zi rubbed the back of his head embarrassingly, "Because I was worried that there would be too many evil beasts entering the hunting area, I set up a trap area about one kilometer around the periphery, and only allowed them to pass through a few fixed passages. The evil beasts caught in the vine trap can't be let go at will, so we simply dragged them to the edge of the forest, so as to add more targets to His Majesty Roland."

The scene was suddenly silent.

With only one person's strength, the evil beasts captured surpassed all the competition team's gains, and it was done incidentally during the monitoring of the competition. Is there such a terrifying battle witch hidden among the high-level promotions of the alliance!

Even if they were above the extraordinary, they wouldn't be able to catch so many evil beasts in one day.

What is this inexplicable frustration and feeling of being hit...

Phyllis suddenly felt that the first place in the competition was not so important.

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The next day, Neverwinter finally completed all the preparations for the artillery drill.

When Roland came to the western part of the city wall, the two sides of the wall were already crowded with citizens who came to watch the exercise—the 2,000 seat tickets were all sold out. According to Edith's statistics, 80% of the ticket buyers were A former border town resident. Obviously, for the local people, spending two silver wolves to participate in activities attended by His Majesty the King is no longer an unbearable burden.

The sky in the western region seemed to be cooperating with this exercise. The heavy snow that had fallen all night stopped in the early morning, and the howling north wind also eased a bit. The vast field to the west of the city wall is like a layer of silver-white carpet. The ruts and footprints left by the evil beasts transported before are all covered with snow, appearing flat and neat.

The evil beasts that were the targets undoubtedly became the focus of the audience—more than a hundred trophies were divided into three rows according to the distances of 300 meters, 500 meters, and 1,000 meters. The distance will be closer. Apparently, witnessing these powerful monsters being reduced to bloody pieces under the bombardment of artillery fire can bring unparalleled enjoyment to the residents of Neverwinter City who have been tortured by the evil moon.

As for the smaller group, all of them were used as embellishments of embedded gunpowder. Anyway, the distance is far away, so it doesn’t need to be seen so clearly. On the contrary, the quantity is more important. In the last row, the cages that imprisoned the evil beasts were arranged in a rectangle nearly 100 meters long and wide, just waiting for the brightest brilliance.

"Your Majesty, the artillery battalion of the First Army is ready." Iron Ax climbed up the city wall and reported loudly.

Roland let out a breath of white air, turned his head to look at Echo beside him, "Let's play the march."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

As the magic power unfolded from Echo's fingers, the loud and familiar music resounded across the entire city wall in an instant - obviously this marching song was already tiresome to hear during the school sports meeting, but now it echoes over Neverwinter again, Roland still felt the involuntary throbbing in his heart. As if the melody contained surging power, he couldn't help holding his head high to welcome the soldiers.

All the whispering citizens quieted down and turned their gazes to the end of the long street closest to the city wall. I saw a group of soldiers wearing uniforms of the same color appearing at the street corner with neat steps, and walking methodically towards the preset position.

I remember that when I encountered the evil moon for the first time two years ago, the city was only the size of a palm, and people who had only been trained for less than two months held spears and short guns to fight against evil beasts on the concrete wall made of rubble. Common hybrids can also make militias scramble. But now, they were able to face higher-level challenges in their leisure time, and the seemingly powerful evil beasts became the targets of Neverwinter City to declare their strength. This contrast made Roland's mood agitated.

As the soldiers ascended the ramparts from the gentle slope, the crowd erupted in applause, wave after wave, which seemed to never stop. He knew that no speech was necessary at this moment, and that all the audience expected was the melodious roar of artillery.

"I announce that the artillery drill will start now!" Roland gave an order loudly.