"Gems, coo?" Maggie brushed aside the white hair on her forehead, revealing a pair of curious eyes.
"They're Magic Stones." Agatha picked up the stones on the ground and examined them for a while. "Although I'm not sure what kind they are, judging from their color, they should be high-quality God's Stones of Retaliation before they were transformed."
"The loot of a Senior Demon can't be bad," Leaf said with a smile. "I just didn't expect it to hide the box in its body."
"Well, if that's the case, will the other demons also have the same box, coo?" Maggie said excitedly. "I'll go look for it!"
"Be careful not to touch the jar that stores the Red Mist!" Agatha warned.
Half an hour later, Maggie ran back excitedly with two black boxes in her hands. "We found them from the demons in colorful clothes!"
Nightingale still took out Magic Stones, but this time the stones looked dimmer and smaller, but there were more of them.
Agatha gathered the Magic Stones together and frowned.
"What's wrong?" Nightingale asked. "Is there something wrong?"
"Magic Stones... seem to be too many."
"Isn't it good to have more?"
She shook her head gently. "The Union has killed thousands of Fearsome Demons. If Magic Stones were so easy to get, the Quest Society wouldn't have tried so hard to capture and raise Chaos Beasts. Why do they carry so many Magic Stones with them? "
"It's probably accumulated over the past 400 years." Nightingale revealed an ugly smile. "It's just like an unlucky guy who finally managed to save up a sum of money and decided to go home to farm after finishing his work. As a result, we shot him dead, and all his inheritance fell into our hands."
No one laughed out loud. Everyone understood what this meant. If a large group of demons had never stopped producing Magic Stones for 400 years, how much war resources would they have accumulated?
"Forget it. It's useless to think about it." After a brief silence, Agatha broke the silence. "Anyway, we have no other choice."
...
Under the guidance of Lightning, the First Army finally arrived at the woodland.
"Are you all okay?" Vendy anxiously jumped down from Lightning's back and checked each sister one by one. "Anna …"
"It's a coma caused by the exhaustion of magic power. Don't worry," Nightingale comforted. "Everyone is fine."
"I've said it before," Lightning's head had been bandaged, revealing only the fine bangs on her forehead, "but Sister Vendy kept urging me."
"What, what is this?" Brian looked at the corpses on the ground in surprise. "Are they demons?"
"That's right, dead demons." Nightingale shrugged. "You have to let the soldiers carry them back. Meat, armor, clothes, and weapons. None of them can be missing. This is His Majesty's order."
"Yes!" Upon hearing the order, Brian immediately became serious. "I'll arrange for someone to do it."
"It's a pity that we didn't catch a living demon." Agatha sighed. "The plan to make the Sigil has to be postponed again."
"A living demon?" Lightning tilted her head and said, "Probably!"
"What?" Everyone turned to look at her. "Where?"
"I'm not sure." She blinked. "If the demon can swim, it might still be alive."
...
In the afternoon, the paddle steamers left the riverbank and turned around to return to Neverwinter.
The deck of one of the ships was surrounded by curious and bewildered soldiers of the First Army.
"Are they the enemies we'll face in the future?"
"They don't look like much, except that they're big."
"Hush, what are you talking about?" Someone shouted. "Don't you see that His Majesty's witches are badly injured? It's not like you haven't seen their abilities!"
"That's right. Those dead witches must be extremely ferocious, at least much more difficult to deal with than demonic beasts. Even Lady Anna fell into their trap." Another person nodded and added, "At that time, she alone blocked the breach of the city wall and blocked the attack of the demonic beasts."
Most of the soldiers agreed with this statement.
"Ah... I was there that day. Lady Anna saved my life!"
"If it weren't for her, I'm afraid I would have been trampled to death by a wild boar."
"It's a pity that Miss Angel isn't here. Otherwise, they'll recover immediately."
Standing at the stern, Nightingale and Agatha looked at each other and could not help shaking their heads with a smile.
Now that these ordinary people had already regarded witches as companions who could fight side by side, it was a new feeling for both of them. One of them had lived in the Witch Empire, which treated ordinary people as slaves, and the other had been hiding from the people and being ostracized and persecuted... Although the content of their feelings was completely different, they were both incredible.
"What do you think?" Nightingale secretly sighed and asked.
"Do you mean the lost experimental subjects?" Agatha laughed. "I think they're extremely lucky."
The target of the soldiers was the drowning Mad Demon imprisoned in the iron cage.
Just as Lightning had said, the unlucky demon had been hit by the scorching flame wave when the hydrogen balloon exploded. It had only regained consciousness after falling into the water, but its body was severely injured and it could not swim back to the shore even after struggling for a long time. Finally, it was captured by Maggie, who was searching for it. According to Maggie, if it had not roared loudly, she would not have noticed it. Apparently, the Mad Demon had regarded Maggie as a rescue Devilbeast, but as soon as it came ashore, it became a witch's captive.
Considering that Iffy's magic power and physical strength had reached their limit, they might not be able to trap the demon for too long. In the end, they decided to cut off the demon's limbs and let Agatha seal the wounds with ice. In this way, the demon would not be able to commit suicide or die immediately before the Red Mist ran out.
"I didn't expect to be able to successfully complete the task after such a big accident. It's really lucky." Nightingale curled her lips.
"By the way, don't you want to take a rest?" Agatha pointed to her waist.
"I feel much better after applying some herbs." She waved her hand indifferently. "Before I met His Majesty, Leaf was the one who solved all the pain of the Witch Cooperation Association."
"Fortunately, everyone is safe and sound." Agatha exhaled. "I was negligent in this operation."
"Senior Demons? That's not your fault. "Nightingale comforted her." No one knew they would appear alone in this remote place. "
"This is also something I don't understand... After all, they always hide behind the army and never act alone. Moreover, their numbers are extremely small. During the decades of war with the Union, all the Senior Demons that appeared were recorded. Including those that died in battle, there were less than 20 of them. " She paused. "I thought I would have to wait until the Bloody Moon to have a chance to meet them, but after seeing those Magic Stones, I'm suddenly not so sure."
Nightingale quickly understood the meaning of her words. However, as soon as she figured it out, a chill rose in her heart.
"We don't know the demons' lifespan, growth limit, promotion and reproduction method. How have they developed over the past 400 years?" Agatha whispered. "If the enemy can accumulate a large number of Magic Stones, can they also accumulate a large number of Senior Demons?"