After blasting through the second city wall, the Anse Elves, who should have still been capable of resistance, abruptly withdrew, leaving behind vast numbers of servant troops and allied forces to be gradually devoured by the witches. They appeared to have retreated entirely behind the third wall, allowing the witches to advance smoothly.
Jiang Han's transport convoy encountered another witch convoy on the road.
That witch convoy was no small one—far from it. Dozens of carts were pulled by pack beasts that were neither dragons nor oxen, yet looked like a fusion of both. On them were no fewer than sixty or seventy tents, sixty or seventy large bags marked [Risky], simple spatial runes drawn on their exteriors, and samples of wooden bricks called [Valmu].
Even in a war-torn place like this, witches dared to transport goods in spatial bags. There was merely a risk of losing them.
Judging by that convoy, they were probably headed off to build a camp.
Jiang Han made the guess inwardly and felt she was probably right.
Both transport convoys slowed a hundred meters apart. By the time they were twenty or thirty meters away, they had slowed to a crawl, and once they drew close, both sides came to a stop.
"Good sister!"
From the foremost, somewhat lavishly decorated tent-carriage of the other convoy emerged an enthusiastic witch.
She had slightly thick eyebrows and a handsome face. At roughly one meter eighty tall, she gave off an exceptionally dependable impression. Her back was held ramrod straight. She wore a military-green witch dress produced domestically in the Year 65 model, with a matte military witch robe-cum-cloak draped over it. Normally, simply fastening its straps made it a fine-looking robe; once unfastened, it could serve as a protective cloak.
She also wore an officer's cap