the command room, which was crowded with people before, is only left with Roland and and one eye. The magician nervously looks at the Wangdu sand table in the middle of the room. This sand table not only finely carves out all the buildings and alleys of Wangdu, but also has many other things on it. For example, at this time, on the sand table near the river channel in the wharf area, there are many miniature soul watchers on the sand table, which are distributed like chess pieces, but these pieces can act on their own.


    "The rain has gone to the dock area, I believe that with his ability, to help the Edwards family stabilize the situation is no problem." Said the old man, helping his brim. He didn''t pay attention to the dock area. In his opinion, the threat of a group of water ghosts who could not get ashore was always limited.


    She moved a chair and sat on it with a report in her one eyed hand. It was a front-line message from her people. No one came into the witch''s room to send the information. In fact, the contents of the report were written on a secret blackboard in the red blood tavern. The contents of the blackboard will continue to appear on the parchment in one eye''s hand after the witch''s casting.


    "At least, it seems that the city walls are not bad except for the scattered forces. If we go on fighting like this, half of the rat man''s troops will be consumed by the end of the night. " Gently tapping the armrest of the chair with your fingers, one eye helps you calculate and deduce the course of the war.


    "Don''t look down on the mice. According to cheese, ratty people can''t play a role in the daytime. And the number of rat people we see now is probably not all of them. The real fight won''t start until evening. " Roland took a sip of his pipe and let the smoke pour out of his nose.


    "But in the evening, we can help. Not to mention anything else, the grave guards of the Edwards family alone are enough for the mice to drink One eye tilted her head and put the report aside. She went to the sand table and gently picked up the lightning in one corner and put it on the chair. The dwarf leader is now huddled together like a big cat, muttering sounds of unknown significance.


    "It''s hard to say," said Roland, glancing at the one eyed man standing beside him, he shook his head. "We don''t know the cards in the other''s hands. The rat man, the water devil, the evil god, the priest, the cheese, the Lich and the dead creature that they had seen before had not yet appeared. But look at us, we have to put in all our manpower just to deal with the daytime battle. And then you hear what emia said before she left... "


    Although the witch did not say who she was going to deal with before she left here, it was not difficult to see from emia''s reaction that it was not such a simple thing as a few water ghosts. Now Roland''s expectation is that the witch''s personal action can quickly solve these unstable factors, so that the war situation will not appear more variables. But before he could add more tobacco to his pipe, the stone on the table was already glowing dark green.


    "I hope it won''t be bad news again." Murmuring, the old man picked up the stone to convey the message and stuck it to his ear.


    One eye watched Roland''s face turn red and white in a few seconds. At last, the old man told the messenger in a very hoarse voice that he had received all the information. When the call is over, the magician throws the communication stone onto the table, and his brows are about to be twisted together.


    "How bad is it?" Without any other evidence, one eye can judge that the news must be bad. She just hopes that the news is not too bad. But Roland''s next words made her fall into the ice cellar.


    "Damn it, cheese sent a message that there are a group of witches in this city, and they are not our allies. Now we have witnessed two of them. We can''t rule out the possibility of more people. He told us to be careful. Damn it, how can we be careful! " Perhaps for the mage, the sorcerer is not a fatal threat, but for Roland, who is responsible for the overall deployment, the feeling is like playing chess to the end when the inferior opponent suddenly pulls out a row of queens from under the table.


    "How could Do you want to tell this news to the heads of the families? " One eye breathes a breath, and then immediately reacts to tell the front-line leaders of this major hidden danger. But the old man waved her hand gently to stop her action.


    "No, these witches are coming for emias, and there is no evidence that they have come together with the plague spreader. There''s no need for others to follow suit. " Roland didn''t want to continue to beat the morale of his allies at this time. If he told them that there were still a group of witches in the city with unknown number and unknown position, it was hard to guarantee that no one would have the idea of escaping from battle.


    "Hachet..." At this time, the lightning was held to the chair by one eye and stood up while stretching. It seemed that it was finally waking up. The dwarf leader rubbed his loose eyes and climbed to the sand table. He didn''t care about the situation. In fact, most dwarfs don''t care much about life and death. They simply divide the world into interesting and boring parts. If death is an interesting experience, the dwarfs will not refuse to try it."Hey, guys, those things look ugly! Uglier than old Edward The lightning pointed to a part of the sand table and said aloud to Roland and.


    The other two followed the dwarf''s finger and found that it was pointing to the slum where the Dementors, led by Dr hill, were stationed. There, the pieces that symbolize Dementors are disappearing at a terrible speed. Instead, there are a lot of hideous and ugly things.


    These things are not the same, but they all have a round, bulky body that takes up most of the body, and small wings that don''t seem to support them at all. They''re frantically attacking the Dementor''s area, and it looks like they''re so aggressive that Dr. Hill can''t even send out a call for help.


    "Pestilence Damn it, tell cheese Roland took a breath. The black mud from one or two pestilence demons was enough to make the small town die. The number of pestilence demons on the sand table made the old man dare not imagine what they could do without stopping them.


    Hearing the magician''s words, one eye immediately grabbed the communication stone and began to try to communicate with the mage. At the same time, the number of Dementors was still decreasing.


    "No way! How could that be possible! With such a large number of demon calls, who on earth can do such a thing? " Roland''s legs lost their strength because of fear and over tension. The old man took a step back and sat down on the ground.


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