Roaming Demons (4)

As the last Foul Spirit Stronghold on the Litchfield Plains was breached, battle flags flew high above the scorched earth.

Ang did not pause for even a moment. Leading a force of Flame Swordsmen and administrative officers, he headed straight for southern Volgograd.

Along the way, Ang compiled all the intelligence on the distribution of Demons in southern Volgograd.

He sent it through the Magic Communication Crystal to Pute, who was stationed at Fortress of Will, and explicitly instructed him to publish the information.

"You really want to make it public?" Pute was somewhat hesitant after hearing this, his eyes filled with confusion.

"Publish it." Ang's tone was firm. "The more people who get involved, the easier it will be to disrupt the Demons' deployments. They have no unified command to begin with. As long as we throw off their rhythm, our chances of winning will be much greater."

Pute nodded and carried out the order. Though he still had his doubts, he chose to trust Ang's judgment.

Soon, a magic distribution map clearly marking the areas of Demon activity in southern Volgograd was posted on the notice boards of Fortress of Will, in Adventurers' Guild halls, and throughout other human cities.

The news spread like fire through dry grass.

Several adventuring parties stranded in the Archipelago Plane by the closure of the portals immediately became restless.

They had come from all corners of the world, making their living by hunting Demons.

Now, they could neither enter the portals nor venture into the wilderness. Confined to the outskirts of the cities, they faced dwindling resources, and even their most basic supplies were beginning to run short.

But now, this clear map of Demon distribution was like a tear in the sky, showing them a chance to escape their predicament.

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