Chapter 751 "The Devourer" Fran

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"At present, the progress in the extreme south is going well. The Iron Whip clan has been destroyed. Echo asked me to thank you."

"The holy duel requires preparation time. I expect the Iron Sands Clan to go to the Burning Lands in a week."

"Taking advantage of this vacancy, I hired some people from my tribe to mark the location of the underground river Styx. I believe that I will soon find a river of black water that is relatively close to the coast."

"Also, what do you plan to do with the goddess in the clan?"

"Greetings. Iron Axe."

"Your Majesty, this is a message from the extreme south."

Listening to the sigil flashing red light, Earl Speer's voice paused after the report, obviously waiting for Roland's reply.

Then Nightingale handed over another talisman.

Since she was sitting on the table, and she didn't know if it was intentional, the position where the talisman was handed over was just on the side of her slender thighs—even though it wasn't summer, she was still wearing black tights, showing her perfect body The body shape is undoubtedly revealed. If Roland wanted to speak to the sigil, he had to approach her leg.

I have to say, this is really a dilemma.

He didn't know whether to look at it openly, or pretend to glance casually.

"Ahem, well done... I mean Iron Axe."

"Your Majesty, are you okay?" the count replied, "I heard you speak hoarsely, please keep warm in winter, your body is no worse than a witch."

"I'm fine." Roland cleared his throat, "Tell Iron Axe that if there are no major deviations, let him continue to implement the plan. As for the goddess, you can fight for it, but if the other party doesn't want to leave the extreme southern border, don't force it."

"Is that all?"

"Well, if there are other requirements, I will inform you again."

"I understand, then let me take my leave, Your Majesty."

The red light on the sigil went out.

Roland turned his head back and let out a soft breath.

What kind of trouble is this feeling of losing something!

Nightingale chuckled lightly and put away the sigil, dodged back to the deck chair, continued chewing dried fish and flipped through the comic strips of "The Witch's Tale".

Roland curled his lips and focused on the business. In this desert operation, all listening sigils were invested, and Earl Speer Passy of Falling Dragon Ridge was used as a relay to realize the instant communication between Neverwinter City and the advance troops. It takes ten days and a half months to deliver the letter, and the flight courier is counted by the day. This kind of contact method can already be called lightning fast.

He finally had a feeling that he could have an overview of the whole situation without leaving the territory.

It's a pity that the listening sigil requires witches to inject magic power to be effective, and to realize two-way conversations, at least two sets of sigils and two witches are required. This means that it is doomed that it cannot replace telephones and other communication tools that ordinary people can use. .

Now the first telephone line in the west has entered the stage of laying. It will go directly from the castle office to the city hall of Changsong District, and the second and third lines are also under planning. It is expected to connect the two city halls and then pass on orders All it takes is a phone call.

Considering the time-consuming and labor-intensive erection of the poles and the fact that they are easily damaged by ice and snow, Roland decided to arrange the cables along the mountains and sink them into the ground by the lotus, which is convenient and safe.

After the Kunshan line of defense is established, he will inevitably have to add lines to the front line. At that time, I am afraid that there will be more than ten hand-cranked telephones in the office.

In addition, the migration of Taquila ancient witches is also the focus of Roland's attention.

Maggie and Lightning were in charge of early warning, and the detection range was expanded to an area ten kilometers north of the mountains, in order to detect the large-scale attack of evil beasts in advance.

After all, the relics of the gods are likely to determine the survival of the ethnic group, and it is not too prudent to handle them too carefully.

He had many conversations with Pasha during this half month.

Their plan is very simple. First let the worm carrier open a mountain passage leading directly to the western border, and then choose a location with stable rock formations and fewer fork roads to open up the palace. Next, the Ancient Witches will successively move the carriers, documents, and the bodies of the God's Punishment Army to the new residence, and finally it is the turn of the God's Wrath Instrument and the God's Relic.

Most active in the relocation was a witch named Fran, or... a devouring worm.

When she opened her bloody mouth wide, twisted her chubby body and squeezed in front of the phantom instrument, Roland was really taken aback when she thanked Roland excitedly.

Later, after Pasha's explanation, I realized that the witches who devoted themselves to the carrier could no longer be stored in the body of the God's Punishment Warrior. Their perception and consciousness were consolidated with the new body. Once the shell is damaged, they have no spare carrier to replace.

Thinking about it, if this joint method is not used, I am afraid that the witch will not be able to move the carrier for a lifetime. How can a person who is used to four limbs and ten fingers control limbs that have countless tentacles, or stretch and move forward like a worm? On the contrary, once you get used to this peculiar carrier, it is estimated that there is no way to return to the previous way of life.

Because devouring worms requires a lot of food to feed, when not in use, the ancient witch had to transfer Fran back into the soul container, putting her in eternal sleep. This is obviously not a good experience. It can be said that she sacrificed her own future for the continuation of the Taquila group, which is a heavier price than Pasha, Elsha and others who transformed into the original carrier.

At least the latter can watch the world all the time and feel the changes and changes of the outside world.

From this, her gratitude to Roland can also be imagined.

The key is that he once bragged that Fran has endless jobs waiting for him in Neverwinter - which means that he has to spend a lot of food to keep Fran in a state of energy. Fortunately, worms are omnivorous carriers and can accept both grain and meat.

"I want hot porridge sprinkled with spices, and a whole cow roasted until its skin shines!"

When Fran said these words, she basically said them while drooling.

Although the appearance of worms is a bit ugly, like sarcoids, they can sense the external environment in a unique way, including taste, pain and temperature.

Roland could only accept her thanks with tears in his heart.

It seems that no matter which world you are in, the construction industry is a huge gold-swallowing behemoth.

By the way, he also asked Pasha what the primordial and central carrier used to fill their stomachs, and the answer they got was mud and high temperature—this is why they like to soak in magma.

This answer made Roland feel a little relieved. Compared with devouring worms, sarcoids absorb energy more like plants. In this way, he doesn't have to bear the food expenses of these people whose life span is close to infinity.

Just when he was thinking about how to plan the defense line of the mountains so that the military facilities built underground could be better connected with the existing forks and even the ancient witch's palace, there was a sudden explosion outside the window.

Roland turned his head to look at the floor-to-ceiling windows in surprise, and saw a black smoke rising from the corner of the town, mixed with some faintly visible fire, which was in the direction of the college near the inner wall of the rubble.

"nightingale!"

"I'll let Sylvie and Phyllis go and have a look, Your Majesty, don't leave the office, I'll be right back!" While speaking, Nightingale had disappeared into the mist without a trace.