House of Witches

The command room, which was still crowded before, was now only Roland and One-Eye, and the magician looked nervously at the sand table in the middle of the room, which not only carved all the buildings and streets of the royal capital in fine detail, but also many other things on it. For example, at this time, there are many miniature versions of Soul Keepers on the sand table near the river in the dock area distributed like chess pieces on the sand table, but these chess pieces will act on their own.

"Rain has gone to the docklands, and I believe that with his ability, it will be no problem to help the Edward family stabilize the situation. The old man said, holding the brim of his hat. His attention was not drawn to the docks, where he thought that the threat posed by a group of unlanded water spirits was always limited.

One-eyed, who had moved a chair and sat on it, held a report in her hand, which was a message from the front that had been sent by her men. Naturally, this information could not have been sent by someone into the witch's room, in fact, the contents of the report were written on a secret blackboard in the Crimson Blood Tavern. After the witch casts a spell, the contents of the blackboard will continue to appear on the parchment in One-Eye's hand.

"The situation on the city walls is good, it seems that at least the garrisons are still remarkable, except for the usual loose ones. If you continue to fight like this, half of your strength will be consumed at night. Tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest of his chair, One-Eye helped him calculate and deduce the course of the war in this way.

"Don't underestimate those rats, according to Cheese, rat people don't show much during the day. And the number of nezumi we see now is probably not all of them. The real battle will not begin until the evening. Roland took a puff of his pipe and let the smoke pour out of his nose.

"But as soon as it's night, we'll be able to help. If nothing else, the Edwards' grave guards alone were enough for those rats to drink a pot. One-Eye tilted her head and put the report aside as she walked over to the sand table and gently picked up the lightning bolt lying in a corner and placed it on her chair. The elf leader was now in a clump like a big cat, muttering an inexplicable voice.

"It's hard to say," Roland shook his head after glancing at the one-eyed standing beside him, "we didn't know what cards the other hand had." Nezumen, water spirits, evil priests, and cheeses have not yet seen the lich and necromantic creatures they have seen before. But look at us, just to cope with the daytime battle, we have to devote all our manpower. And you heard what Aimia said before leaving......"

Although the witch didn't say who she was going to deal with before she left here, it was not difficult to see from Aemia's reaction that it was definitely not something as simple as a few water ghosts. Now what Roland hopes is that the witch's personal intervention can quickly solve these unstable factors, so that there will be no more variables in the battle situation. But before he could add more tobacco to his pipe, the stones on the table were already glowing a dull green.

"Hopefully it's not bad news anymore. The old man muttered as he picked up the philosopher's stone for transmitting information and put it to his ear.

One-eyed watched as Roland's face turned red and white in just a few seconds, and finally the old man told the wraiths who had delivered the message in an extremely hoarse voice that he had received all the messages. When the call ended, the magician tossed the communication stone on the table, his brows almost wrinkled together.

"How bad is it?" No other evidence was needed, and One-Eye could tell that it must be bad news, and she just hoped it wasn't too bad. But Roland's next words made her fall into an ice cellar.

"Damn, Cheese sent a message saying that there was a bunch of witches in the city, and they weren't our allies. Two have already been sighted, and the possibility of many more is not ruled out. He told us to be careful, hell, how to be careful!" "Maybe for mages, the witch group is not a mortal threat, but for Roland, who is in charge of the overall situation, it feels like playing chess to the end when the inferior opponent suddenly pulls out a row of queens from under the table.

"How... Do you want to tell the heads of the various families about this?" One-eyed breathed for a moment, and then immediately reacted to tell the leaders of the front line about this major hidden danger. But the old man waved his hand lightly and stopped her movements.

"No, these witches are here for Aemia, and there's no evidence that they're on the side of the plague spreaders. There's no need to frighten anyone else. Roland didn't want to continue to demoralize his allies at this time, and if he told them that there was still a group of witches in the city with an unknown number and unknown position, it would be hard to guarantee that no one would have the idea of escaping.

"Hatche—" At this time, Lightning, who had been carried to the chair by One-Eye, stood up as he stretched his waist, and it seemed to have finally woken up. The elf leader rubbed his sparse sleepy eyes and crawled to the side of the sand table, he didn't care about the battle situation. In fact, most dwarves don't care much about life or death, they simply divide the world into interesting and uninteresting parts. If death is a fun experience, elves probably won't refuse to try it.

"Hey, guys, those things look ugly! uglier than old Edward!" Lightning said loudly to Roland, pointing to a section on the sandbox.

The other two followed the elf's finger and saw that it was pointing to the slum where the Dementors led by Dr. Hill were stationed. Where, the chess pieces symbolizing the Dementor soldiers were disappearing at a terrifying rate. In its place, there are a lot of hideous and ugly things.

They all don't look the same, but what they all have in common is that they all have bloated bodies that take up most of their body volume, and some small wings that don't seem to be big enough to support their flight. They're frantically attacking the area where the Dementors are stationed, and it looks like they're attacking so hard that Dr. Hill can't even send a message for help.

"Plague Demon...... Hell, go tell the cheese!" Roland gasped, the black mud scattered by one or two plague demons was enough to kill Xiaocheng, and the number of plague demons on the sand table was so dense that the old man couldn't imagine what these demons could do if they were not stopped.

Hearing the magician's words, One-Eye grabbed the communication stone and began to try to communicate with the mage, while the number of Dementors was decreasing.

"How is it possible! How is this possible! With such a large number of demon summons, who can do such a thing. Roland's legs had lost strength from fear and overstrain, and the old man took a step back and sat down irrepressibly.