Chapter 831: A Decision Without Regrets

Two days later, a cement boat with a strange shape slowly left the dock of Neverwinter.

Its flat deck rose high, and at the same time was tightly covered with sackcloth, like a moving hill. Not only soldiers with live ammunition stood on both sides of the ship strings, but also more than a dozen God's Punishment Witches who served as escorts.

This ship is the Victory, and it is responsible for sending the soul instrument to Daxue Mountain, where the Taquila witch will complete the transformation ceremony and possess the worm carrier.

Due to the need for confidentiality, there was no ceremony before departure, and no siren sounded, and even the loading work was quietly completed at night.

Roland stood by the wet masonry pier, watching the ship leave. Once the transformation is completed, Neverwinter City will have three worm carriers, whether it is municipal construction or the desperate line of defense project, there will be sufficient strength to carry out the implementation. This was a good thing, but he was not as happy as he imagined.

The two witches who voluntarily accepted the transformation were named Jasmine and Laila. After recovering in the dream world, both of them were just girls in their early twenties, they looked similar to Tilly, and they were very active.

With the intention of letting them have a good time, Roland took the volunteers together with Phyllis and the others to a playground on the outskirts of the city. Ferris wheel, roller coaster, haunted house (Jasmine even broke a ghost head that fell from the sky by accident), big pendulum, and there is unlimited food. If he hadn't robbed a few fallen demons a while ago, he really wouldn't be able to afford such expenses.

During the two days, although Jasmine and Laila were full of surprise and disbelief, they never asked a question and went wherever they said they were going. She screams like everyone else on a roller coaster, laughs like the girl next door when eating a strawberry sundae, and looks just like anyone else.

If they hadn't known the answer in advance, no one would have believed that the two of them had already made the decision to give up their human bodies, resolutely dedicating their lives to fight against the devil. It's like the choice they made when they faced the core of magic power at the bottom of the cave four hundred years ago.

When they finally woke up from the dream, their expressions were calmer than Roland expected.

He wanted to comfort the two of them, but he felt stuck in his throat and couldn't say a word. Make them reconsider whether to turn into devouring worms? It is neither in his interest nor in the interest of the united front. Other than that, the rest of the rhetoric seemed meaningless, more like hypocritical good intentions that had nothing to do with them.

In the end, it was he who was comforted.

Roland still clearly remembers the words and eyes of the two at that time.

"Thank you," Jasmine said with a smile, "and..."

"We don't regret it," Leila added.

At that moment, he seemed to hear the sonorous heartbeat of the two.

It's not that they don't like it all.

But they don't regret it.

"Your Majesty?" Phyllis, who was seeing him off, looked at him, "Aren't you... not going back to the castle?"

It was only then that Roland came to his senses that the Victory had disappeared at the end of his vision, leaving only a little smoke.

He suppressed his thoughts and took a deep breath, "Is it really impossible to cut off consciousness after possessing the carrier?"

Phyllis seemed to understand what he wanted to say, and lowered her voice a little, "God's Punishment Witch is different from the carrier. Even if the former does not perform soul transfer, the former has a certain basic consciousness. Witches are not so much fusion as manipulation." The carrier is more suitable. But the carrier is different, it is a special container, once entered, it will be closely connected, although it can turn into a dormant state when it is not used for a long time, but no one has achieved complete escape—at least Pasha and the others cannot do it at this point."

"But there is also a beam of light above the carrier's head, right?"

"That's right," Phyllis nodded. "Without magic support, such a huge body can't move at all."

"So maybe one day, we can find a way to bring their souls back to the dream world," Roland said slowly, looking up at the deep blue sky.

After a moment of silence, Phyllis followed his gaze, "Well... Maybe they will wait until that day."

...

For Lorgar, the snow-covered forests of the Westland are a brand new visual experience.

More than once, she had heard the traveling merchant talk about what snow looked like, and equated it with the cold white sand in her mind, but when she saw it with her own eyes, she realized that snow was much finer and whiter than gravel. . Even the purest river sand in Yinchuan is not as perfect as the snow that can be seen everywhere.

The whole world seems to have changed its color.

Although the evil month had ended, Ashes told her that it would take at least half a month before the snow actually melted.

This is good, she thought, so that she can see a pure white snow city.

During the voyage, there was almost nothing that could be done. Lorgar visited the big steel ship inside and out, but still couldn't find out the reason why it could move automatically without wind. Even if I asked Andrea about this question, I couldn't get a definite answer. I only knew that there was a machine that kept boiling water to tow the hull. As for how it was towed, I was told that only His Majesty Roland and Miss Anna knew.

Leaving aside the former, the latter can be regarded as a member of the "Neverwinter Combat Power Ranking" that Ashes mentioned.

Powerful and knowledgeable at the same time, the third princess of Mad Flame had a deeper impression of the name Anna.

It's just that when I talked about this with Andrea, the latter laughed with disdain.

"Ranking in combat ability?" She rolled her eyes. "Humans and wolves are different. No matter how strong a single person is, he can't compare with the strength of a group. Isn't the strength of a single individual as good as that of a lowly beast?"

"Wolves also act in packs," Lorgar corrected.

"Okay, then replace it with other animals, such as tigers, snow leopards, etc..." Andrea coughed twice, "In short, Anna is the source of all the power in Neverwinter, and the reason why the First Army can be defeated The Watch Dogs and the Iron Whip Clan largely relied on Anna's abilities. And I guess she must have never told you that she almost lost to an ordinary person."

Looking at the surprised wolf girl, she showed such an expression, "And that ordinary person is holding the weapon made by Anna - it is meaningless to talk about fighting ability without these. If you want to become stronger , I suggest you apply for a set of special weapons from His Majesty," Andrea patted the spear on her back at this point, "If you can put those big tubes on your back after transformation, it will be better than any combat skills both work."

Although Lorgar didn't quite agree with this statement, he still kept this suggestion in his heart.

After all, my father often said that listening more and watching more is the right way, but don't forget your original intention easily.

Due to sailing against the current and the surge of the river, the speed of the iron boat slowed down significantly. On the fifth day after entering the western region, the wolf girl saw a beautiful and strong pigeon.

After circling several times in the air, it flew straight towards the ashes at the bow.

Just when she thought she could have an extra meal at noon, she found that the latter smiled and took out a handful of fried dry food and fed it to the other party. And the pigeons rubbed against Ashes' cheeks affectionately, like an old friend they hadn't seen for a long time. It wasn't until it spoke that Lorgar realized it was a witch.

"Coo, coo coo!"

"Understood, tell Her Highness Tilly, I'll be there soon."

"And me!" Andrea said unwillingly.

"Goo!"

The pigeon nodded, then spread its wings into the sky, and quickly disappeared in the northwest direction.

"Is she..." Lorgar asked.

"Maggie, like you, is a witch who can change the shape of her whole body," Ashes turned around.

I see—wait a minute, eh? Didn't you agree that Maggie's transformed appearance will be a fierce and ugly monster with wild and powerful strength? Why is it a pigeon! ?

Before the third princess recovered, Ashes patted her on the shoulder and said, "Get ready to pack your bags, we will arrive in Neverwinter soon."