Seven days had passed, and the Goat Horn Army, which had circled the Earth Monarch's territory, had disappeared from the Greenstone Plains.
On the outskirts of the mud and dust swamp, a rocky giant tortoise trudged slowly through the rotting earth, scattered clan warriors scattered around the safety of the surrounding paths, arching their leader in the center.
This place is filled with indefensible traps and countless swamp creatures, adventurers who go deeper hardly ever come out alive, and even caravans passing through from the outskirts mysteriously disappear from time to time.
Just half a day after coming into the place, Witcher, sitting on the top of the parapet, saw that a group of poor clan warriors suddenly plunged into the ground from a road that had been safe at the last second, and would have died a horrible death if they hadn't been surrounded by untold numbers of their brothers to help them.
I heard that Fina also fished for alligators in here...
Thinking wistfully, Eleazar looked back.
In the attic, the hollow-eyed king's daughter was practicing her swordplay against a wooden stake.
It's easy to build up a hard-earned sweat when you're exercising intensely in a sweltering swampy climate.
Phyllis, who was already soaked through with sweat, was inexplicably reminded of the bare linen shirt that was letting in air everywhere.
Obviously that humiliating experience was over, her clothes had been changed back to her normal swordsman's outfit, and everything had been restored to the way it was, but she always felt as if something strange had changed inside of her.
"Swing faster, and when you've cut the dummy off, you'll be rewarded for a while."
Sitting outside on the parapet, the witch rested her head on Witcher's shoulder, warming up and occasionally turning back to supervise her training.
Hearing those words, a flash of color flashed in Phyllis' blank eyes, as if it was a bright flash of anticipation, or as if it was a deep-seated fear; her body was trembling, but the swinging motion of her hand couldn't help but speed up.
That experience, deeply embedded in her mind, had completely formed a hidden personality in her mind, and the witch was now setting the trigger switch.
The first phase of commissioning is almost complete, and the second phase of the incubation session will now begin.
She was too weak, as the daughter of a royal family, she had no shortage of resources, yet she was only a small second-rank swordsman.
Spent too much time in the greenhouse, so never could figure out what the transcendentals depended on.
To be a qualified campaigner, power is not enough; one's strength is the greatest capital.
It's just that a month is too short a time to know how far she can proceed.
Anyway, just as fun in the escape journey, success can be changed to a more comfortable situation, even if the failure is nothing, the big deal is to continue to return to the life of the fugitive.
And they're more concerned about another date that's getting closer and closer than the one that's just a hint of a plan to seize power.
Evelea pouted, "Did you give that girl a love talk, why else is she so hyper every night, tell me about it too!!!"
Eleazar, who was looking out at a certain part of the swamp, looked back.
"Good boy, I'll drill wood for you tonight."
Evelea's heart whirled at once, and biting her lip, she came over and whispered:
"Even now ~
It's so hard to get her turn, she can't wait to be connected all day now."
Eleazar, on the other hand, is looking away absentmindedly.
Evelea skimmed as she followed his gaze.
"There's nothing to see in those alligators."
A group of swamp crocodiles frantically churned up mud as the tribal warriors attacked.
Eleazar said thoughtfully, "Are there petrified giant lizards here?"
Evelea, who was already sitting on his lap, said carelessly, "Yes, last time that warlock wanted to go to the lizardman territory to grab someone else's treasure, but she didn't realize that there were two Legendary Archers hidden there, she has whisked away everywhere and was almost eaten by the petrified lizard that suddenly swooped out of the sky, and the soldiers that I sent over to meet her were turned into stone by the monster after it sprayed a mouthful of spit on them. All of them turned into stone."
Eleazar narrowed his eyes and sat up straight.
"Lizardman territory? What kind of treasure is it?"
"It is said to be a magic ring sealed to a fire elf with very magical powers, held by the high priest of a lizardman clan."
Witcher was instantly impressed, "Come on then, let's go grab it again?"
Legendary level Earth Knights he might not be able to defeat, but Legendary level Fae he could still deal with, if it was just two shooters.
The witch's tone remained careless, "That community, ah, the leader is a lizardman warrior, two legendary archers, and the high priest who holds the treasure, anyway, the soldiers I sent over to test the waters were disarmed by a wave of their hands, and then all of them were captured."
"Anyway, if we want to attack, we'll have to plan well before we do."
She looked up in displeasure, "Wait your turn for that one before you make your move, for now, you're going to stay with me!"
Eleazar smiled helplessly and rubbed her head.
Just then, a clicking sound came from behind them, and the two quickly looked back to see a splintered stake. "I... Finished..."
The king's daughter's eyes were lost in thought as she looked at the ground, her body couldn't help but tremble slightly at the thought of the rewards she was about to face, and inexplicable water stains slowly trickled down from the roots of her legs.
Evelea narrowed her eyes and trailed off:
"Change your clothes."
In no time at all, the king's daughter in her tattered linen shirt stood in front of a mirror of equal height.
Bright gold-colored, silky hair and a crystal crown glittered.
She was bound with her hands behind her back to a pole and cried continuously as she looked at her lowly form.
"DING BELL~"
"I'm sorry, Father, I'm sorry..."
What was left of her sanity retorted, but her face was all sickly general enjoyment.
...
"Kill ----!"
After being granted a mental whipping for a while, there was a sudden sound of fighting and killing coming from outside, and Eleazar dropped his whip and ran out quickly to check.
A large group of lizardmen, under the cover of a rain of arrows, led a chain hammer charge from the depths of the swamp, their eyes red and murderous.
Standing on the parapet of the first floor and peeking out, Eleazar casts a surprised look at Fina, whose eyes are averted above.
What the hell did you guys do?
The witch who was disturbed by her excitement was full of anger, and she directly took out her horn and blew it.
"Woo--"
The chirping sound of a seductive voice resonated through the area, and the blood of the tribal warriors instantly spilled, while the lizardmen who had been coming in like an ocean across the street mutinied in pieces, slamming their companions to the ground with a flick of their chain hammers on the spot.
But soon a green light spread through the military formation, restoring clarity to the lizardmen whose eyes were confused.
A clan priest riding a petrified giant lizard slowly emerged from the swampy miasma.
At the same time, there was a nearly 3-meter tall lizard warrior on the flanks dragging a giant axe slowly, and it hissed in a low common language:
"How dare you bandits come back to the swamp!"
This is a scene of enemies meeting.
Eleazar looked at the witch in surprise, "I thought you guys didn't succeed in your robbery, what else did you do?"
Evelea outright reveals the warlock.
"Oh, and the guy in the back got pissed off and snuck off to cast another upper-level spell and blew up someone's lair."