The spatial gate finally closed. Before them stretched a vast wilderness, with sturdy trees standing tall and rustling in the wind.
"Safe."
Mu Yuan thought to himself.
Although it was a shame that he had failed to pick up any loot, the giant shadow might not have been killed after all. The Nine-Headed Roaring Thunder Flame Dragon was, in the end, a large-scale spell focused on area destruction.
He did not dwell on it. Safety was the most important thing.
The operation had been a complete success. The only extra cost had been one large-scale spell. After squeezing Isroya a little more, he would have a new spell, making this practically environmentally friendly and lossless.
The dozen or so witches he had just "recruited" were still somewhat shaken, nervous, and restrained. Their physical condition was also rather poor, so Mu Yuan offered them only a little concern before leaving.
The rest was naturally left to Isroya.
But unexpectedly, Isroya herself had gotten stuck in a dead end.
"Lord, do you really have no opinion of witches?"
"You asked me this before, didn't you? It looks like I haven't completely convinced you yet. Hmm, let me put it this way..." Mu Yuan gave an example. "You can take a look at what the main force of our Tian Yuan Territory is."
Isroya thought carefully.
Halberd Guards, Treants, Flower Fairies?
No, none of those. It was the Skeleton Warlords clad in heavy gray-black armor. They were skeletons—undead.
In the Eagle Kingdom, witches were heavily discriminated against and hated, and everyone wanted them dead. But compared with the undead, their treatment and circumstances were still somewhat better. Once an undead mage was discovered, they would be sent straight to the stake.
Looking at it this way, staying in Tian Yuan Territory really was