You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 275 Tacit understanding
This war will not end anytime soon.

Sinnoh seized the initiative, and at first glance, their results were enormous.

But long before the conquerors, the two countries had fought dozens, even hundreds, of wars and were well aware of each other's methods and tricks.

Sinnoh couldn't wipe out Crescent Moon back then, and they probably can't do it now either.

Moreover, there's the added variable of the Witch Forest. The Witch Forest is the largest secret society of this era; the witches are crippled, but not dead.

Roman had no opinion on this.

Go ahead and fight!
Beat them to death!
It would be best if we both perished!
He can also make good use of his time to farm and train soldiers.

The only noteworthy event was that when the two sides went to war, Cangyue was flooded, just like the city of Origin experienced.

The already tense battle situation suddenly became extremely chaotic.

Neither of them is feeling good.

For Cangyue, this meant a reduction in grain production.

For Sinnoh, they can no longer continue their all-out offensive, and even ensuring logistical support is a problem.

For Roman, the helper witch might be delayed for a long time on the road due to the war and floods.

"Oh, right, it's not just Cangyue. On my way here, I saw that the Black Iron Lands were also flooded, and many places were experiencing torrential rain," said the Warcraft Witch.

This witch often wore a wolf-head veil. Roman had seen her in person; she was a rather beautiful young witch with painted faces and wild eyes.

Roman tapped his head; it seemed his family wasn't the only one affected.

These are turbulent times!

War, floods, plagues, famines... can this land ever recover?
That's so tempting!
He sighed and waved his hand, saying, "No need for the bad news. What's the second piece of good news?"

The wolf-headed witch continued, "Our badly injured sisters are able to move now. Would you like to see them?"

The witch had been hunted down terribly before.

One by one, the forces that were once on good terms with them turned their backs.

Many witches who managed to escape the holy city died because they did not receive rest and medical treatment.

Although Rosa has healing abilities, her abilities have limits.

What is serious injury?

Disembowelment, excessive blood loss, missing limbs, internal organs pierced by arrows, overuse of magic...

They lost their basic ability to act.

Ultimately, the witches decided that those who could move would carry those who couldn't to safety.

The result is self-evident.

They could feel the person on their backs gradually losing their breath and heartbeat, their body temperature turning icy cold...

Many people choose to end their own lives so as not to burden their companions.

The phrase "having nowhere to turn" perfectly describes their past experiences.

When the witches arrived in the valley, only five of them remained, still heavily wounded.

Roman was also curious about the witches, so he met with them.

The five witches are Vita the Teleporter, Flina the Screamer, Keira the Flyer, Martina the Mighty One, and Ilsa the Explosive One.

Vita can teleport and is a skilled assassin, but when she appears behind an elite high-ranking knight, even the fastest innate spells can't outrun the knight's sword. She's lucky to have survived.

Frena can emit a sharp sound, which can be considered a wide-range sonic attack. However, she overused the spell and almost drained her brain. Her voice is now completely hoarse, and it is unknown whether it can be cured.

Kayla's innate magic allows her to fly, but she is not a bird and has a limited carrying capacity, making long-term flight even more impossible. She encountered a Broken Archer and was shot through the body.

Martina arrived covered in wounds. She was responsible for covering the rear and killed all the pursuers, but she also lost too much blood.

Ilsa fared much worse; she unleashed an explosive spell at point-blank range, and her entire arm was blown off.

When Roman met them, his first thought was not to assign them any tasks.

"Thank you for taking us in." Vita, who had teleported, bowed deeply.

"As long as the witch is willing to serve me," Roman said.

“We’ve heard the details from Shasta, so please feel free to do as we say.” Vita had never dealt with Roman before; they were admitted to the hospital as soon as they arrived and only just got out now. She’d learned these lines from other witches.

"You're still recovering from your serious injuries, let's talk about it after you've fully recovered." These guys in front of him were soaking wet, and he had no interest in pouring boiling water on them.

Vita was relieved to hear this. Although she had been here for a while and knew that this place was different from others, seeing is believing, and this young lord was truly trustworthy to them.

They pledged their loyalty to him.

He was also very understanding of them.

These two words are easy to say, but not easy to do. It is difficult enough to ask a nobleman to be considerate of others, let alone a witch.

Shasta found them a suitable new home.

But we arrived too late. If we had come earlier... our companions wouldn't have died so tragically and helplessly.

……

Roman temporarily withheld their involvement in the work, but he still needed to test their abilities—to see how far they could go.

Coincidentally, his knights are here too, so let's have a drill.

The result surprised him quite a bit.

Even without armor, these disabled women, not fully recovered, could still take down any of the conquering knights except for Jet and Dick—I'm talking about Aaron and Green, and Kao would be even less capable.

He truly is a ruthless character who has emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

If the Knight of Conquest is simply strong in basic stats, then the Witch is strong in skill stats, offering a wide variety of playstyles.

The witch's standard tactic is to create distance, interrupt her thoughts with a mental shock, then disrupt her balance with an energy shock, and finally deliver a fatal blow.

There are very few mid-level and low-level knights without armor who can withstand this attack.

High-ranking knights possess extremely keen senses and a near-prophetic combat intuition. They can withstand mental shocks through sheer willpower, making killing mid-ranking witches as easy as cutting melons and vegetables. They can even put up a fight against a powerful witch like Margaret.

However, Aaron and Green are clearly not at that level yet.

Therefore, Roman is increasingly looking forward to the scene of the spellcaster legion.

Every spell has a range. For example, a spell like Mental Shock can only be effective within 20 meters, and the further away the spell is, the more its effectiveness diminishes.

However, it can be released in a cumulative manner.

Let's not even talk about hundreds or thousands of spellcasters. Just imagine ten spellcasters releasing their mental attacks together. That level of willpower confrontation would be unbearable for even a high-ranking knight wearing amber. They would definitely lose their focus for a moment.

"Are you sure you can handle this?" Roman asked, looking at Green on the grass.

Green's face flushed red, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't budge the super-strong woman in front of him.

Martina had lost too much blood and her face was still a little pale. She was quite strong, and her innate magic was strength, somewhat like Nathan's natural superhuman strength.

According to Roman, she should have become an outstanding female knight-errant, but because of the prophet, she became a witch, and from then on, she was a stranger to the world, living a life that was both lucky and unlucky.

Fortunately, she was an orphan adopted by the Witch Forest. Without the Prophet and the Witch Forest, she would have starved to death by the roadside long ago.

Unfortunately, she became a witch despised by the world.

"I can't...you do it?" Green said through gritted teeth. The guy in front of him was a freak; his strength was at least that of a fifth-tier knight.

Roman rolled his eyes; he'd lost his mind and had to get involved himself.

Even if he leaves the field, would Martina dare to win...? Well, what he's afraid of is that Martina might win.

These witches are brainless; that's not right.

“You’re only in your early twenties, you have a lot of room to grow,” Martina said. She was forty-five years old, and the longer she lived, the stronger she became.

Green had no choice but to give up. Without armor and weapons, he suspected that the witch in front of him could kill him with a single slap.

Aaron is next on the court.

Green cracked his knuckles and urged Roman, "I think you should really give it a try."

"You think beautifully."

He nudged Roman's arm. "Give me a heads-up, are you at the level of a second-tier knight now? Or a third-tier knight?"

Roman said casually, "I haven't tried it."

He wasn't the type to fight, or rather, the personality of a warrior wasn't suited to be a ruler. Just like a pirate, what good is being good at fighting?

I have five thousand soldiers under my command. You want to challenge me to a duel?

Normally, I only draw the armor-piercing bow.

It has to be said that he pulled the bow more and more, and the bowstring went from having only a slight curve at the beginning to now having a clearly visible curve.

He doesn't fight, has been lazy for two years, and neglects his training. How could he possibly know his own rank?

It's either second-order or third-order, or stuck in the middle.

Although his body is still developing, normally, doing farm work is not training. If a first-tier knight does farm work for two years, he will stop progressing and can forget about advancing any further.

In the same amount of time, others are weightlifting and running training, while you are working hard in the fields. How can you possibly beat them?

However, things are different for Roman; his physical fitness is steadily improving.

There is a slight improvement after each recruitment.

After the last recruitment of 500 people, the improvement was even more obvious.

Jet and Dick, among others, could all see that a powerful samurai could instinctively perceive a person's true strength.

But no one asked, because their physical abilities were also improving, especially Green and Aaron, who were leveling up rapidly without stopping, almost reaching the fourth-tier knight level in just over two years. The truth is a bit terrifying, so let's not ask and keep it to ourselves.

(End of this chapter)