“This…” The ancient witches looked at each other in dismay.
Finally, Pasha picked up the conversation, "We can't rule out that possibility."
“Let me ask a question first. How did you find the God's Stone mines in the past?” Roland asked.
“The method from a thousand years ago is no longer verifiable, but I think it was mostly by luck.” Celine replied, “After the establishment of the rulian union, the Exploration Society was also established. Finding God's Stone mines was one of our main tasks.”
Roland couldn't help but think of the triangulation map marking Taqila, the Hidden Forest Experimental Tower, and the North Slope mining area. It was through it that Lightning found the frozen Agatha—the buried ancient history was connected to the present world at that moment.
“Since the God's Stone source has a strong shielding effect, we used this feature to conduct our search. Six or seven hundred years ago, witches like Sylvie, Nightingale, Lightning, and Isabella could all become explorers. During peacetime, there were as many as a hundred witches searching, and they discovered six mines, three of which were suitable for building large cities.” Celine continued, “Later, we came into contact with the magical technology of the underground civilization and began to try using magic cores to search—as long as we modulate the appropriate core abilities, the sensing range can reach about one hundred kilometers. The southern end of the Hidden Forest and the Hermes Plateau are the results of this. Unfortunately, the Red Moon had already descended at that time, and the demons destroyed everything we had accumulated.”
“In this case, exploring the Spinal Mountains is indeed not very meaningful for the Union,” Roland said slowly. “Ordinary people cannot enter, and it is difficult for witches alone to take care of everything—but if obelisks are to be erected in such a place, it should also be extremely inconvenient for demons.”
“That’s right,” Edith nodded, “At least a full-scale troop deployment is unlikely. But to satisfy the need to replace Taqila to a certain extent, and to achieve the goal of eliminating humans, this area is the only one that fits the bill. In addition, how many troops the demons can station in the mountains depends on how long they have been preparing. If the "Western Front Plan" at the Ersluk Mouth initially included multiple preparations…”
“Then it must have been at least half a year ago.” Iron Axe said in a deep voice, “Your Majesty—!”
“I understand,” Roland looked at everyone—regardless of whether the speculation of the Pearl of the Northlands was correct, this was information that needed to be confirmed. After all, this matter involved the other three kingdoms and the strategic direction for the next hundred years. If the enemy really intended to cut into human territory from the Spinal Mountains, as the other party guessed, and Neverwinter was still investing a large amount of resources in the defense construction of the Fertile Plains, it would undoubtedly be an unrecoverable disaster. "Now listen to my orders!"
“Yes, Your Majesty!” Both the witches and the high-level officials of Neverwinter said in unison.
“Wendy, notify Lightning and Macy, who are still on the front line, and have them return to Neverwinter as soon as possible.”
“Understood, I’ll go now.”
“Iron Axe, the immigration action should be as fast as possible, and it doesn’t hurt to do it thoroughly.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Finally, I need Taqila to provide a magic core,” he said to Pasha, “Considering that aerial reconnaissance may miss information, we still need your assistance to completely eliminate hidden dangers.”
“Please command us, Your Majesty.”
As everyone left to carry out their orders, Celine stopped Roland.
“I have something I want to show you.”
Following her to the underground laboratory, he was surprised to see that the table in the lead chamber was covered with four earthy yellow stones, looking almost identical to the Festivity Cube.
“You’ve already assembled four cubes?”
He couldn't wait to go forward and pick up a stone to play with. Compared to the samples found in the Cursed Temple, the reproduced cubes were angular, with clear and discernible patterns, and exuded a brand-new aura.
“Yes, but their performance is slightly different. I think this may be related to the raw materials—perhaps the Radiation Clan added something else to the materials when manufacturing the samples. However, this difference will not affect the use. I have already done experiments with chickens.”
“It’s good that there are differences,” Roland mourned for the chickens in his heart for a second, “After all, what we need for boiling water is persistence, not lethality. You can continue to study in this direction.”
“No problem, do you still need these prototypes?”
“Of course! This is the dawn of new energy!” He praised without reservation, “The significance of successful imitation is unparalleled. With this one achievement alone, your merits will be remembered by future generations!”
Next is to design a device to convert the heat released by the cube into kinetic energy. If this step can be successful, then Neverwinter's industry will usher in a new wave of revolutionary frenzy!
Thinking of this, Roland looked at the other party's fleshy body with some regret, "You should have ascended the high platform of the Central Square to receive the cheers and congratulations of the people, and your name should also be on the list of outstanding contributors to Neverwinter..."
“There is nothing to regret, Your Majesty. The day I decided to become a primal carrier, I was prepared.” Celine smiled slightly, “This is just the job I should do, and besides, you have already fulfilled my wish in the Dream World.”
……
Roland’s orders were quickly transformed into the will of the kingdom, radiating from Neverwinter to all parts of the country.
At the top of the castle, more than a dozen birds took to the sky every day, carrying secret letters to the northeast—every seaport, every fleet, would dedicate its strength to this great migration.
The First Army took turns boarding paddle steamers to Bishui Harbor, Sea Breeze County, and other port towns, and then transferred to sea ships, heading north all the way.
Although even the specific plan had not been formulated at this moment, and some grassroots officers did not even know what they were going to do, after just one instruction, they reorganized their teams with soldiers who had finished their vacations and embarked on a journey to a foreign country.
Dawn, Glow City.
After Hoford. Quinn received the secret letter from Hill. Fox, he immediately summoned his son, "Go to Seabreeze Bay and Dragonport immediately, and instruct the local lords to give priority to providing supplies for all Graycastle ships passing by, and set aside at least one dock for their exclusive use, the cost of which will be paid by the royal family!"
“Father, are you sure?” Horne frowned, “This is a lot of money! And setting up a dedicated dock will affect other merchant ships loading and unloading goods…”
“Enough!” Hoford interrupted his son, “Just do as I say!”
The latter bit his lip, and finally lowered his head, "Yes, Father."
When he reached the door, he asked unwillingly, "At least you have to tell me, what exactly does Graycastle want to do?"
However, there was only silence behind him.
It wasn't until the door closed that Hoford breathed a sigh of relief.
He got up and walked to the window, looking in the direction of the neighboring country, "The order of this world... is about to change greatly."
At the same time, in the underground cave area outside Glow City.
Barryheh. Lossa sat in a wheelchair, coldly watching the two hundred or so Silencers standing upright, as well as the twenty Managers wearing masks. This was the power he had accumulated over decades, and it was also the foundation of his foothold in the "Black Money" business.
“Over the years, we have invested a lot in the Wolfheart and Everwinter forces, and now it’s time to collect the benefits.” After staring for a long time, Barryheh opened his hoarse voice and said, “According to reliable intelligence, the Graycastle army will soon enter the territory of these two kingdoms. No matter what they want to do, your mission is to provide as much help as possible—money, food, information, whatever they need, "Black Money" must do its best to satisfy, understand?"
“Yes, Sir!”
“Very good, go.”
Without any questioning, everyone bowed and quickly disappeared into the well-connected cave.
Barryheh took out an empty medicine bottle from his arms—since dealing with Anpein. Moya for the Divine Envoy, this was the fifth bottle of potion they had sent.
One more bottle...one more bottle, and the gods will accept me into immortality!
He clenched the bottle tremblingly, murmuring in his heart.
Please rest assured, Divine Envoy, I will definitely not disappoint you.