After exchanging the spoils, Jiang Han led the fully laden transport convoy back.
Everything went smoothly along the way. They only ran into a few lost Anse servant troops; they casually killed some, then their cat paws got the better of them and they snatched some fresh spoils to bring back—prime ores, exceedingly rare plant-based meal packs...
That was right. Though Anse Elves cherished nature, the purpose of cherishing nature was to gorge themselves on it.
Still, they encountered some strange incidents on the road. For instance, while the convoy was passing through a war zone overseen by Eleanor's subordinates, an error actually occurred—a prank-like Witch Disease Missile was fired at them!
Witch Disease Missiles were ineffective against Cat Lamps, Cat Spiders, witches, and sorceresses alike. They were basically joke weapons, like water balloons.
Such mistakes—or such jokes—did happen from time to time.
If there had not been a barely alive fallen angel lying in the convoy's cargo hold, then letting the missile hit the ground just to hear it go bang would not have mattered.
Jiang Han directly knocked the Witch Disease Missile away with a magical shield.
After passing through the second city wall, another stray artillery shell came flying at them. Luckily, Jiang Han reacted quickly and summoned a Storage Giant Cat to intercept the shell in midair.
The only problem was that the cat was clutching the bomb in the air and going:
"Meow-aoaoaoao!"
Its voice was incredibly loud—people within eight or nine li could probably hear it crystal clear.
Just as they were about to return to camp, a lost Anse servant army blundered straight into them.
Fortunately, the Storm Giant Cats' morale held firm. While all the witches were startled, they forcibly held the line for ten or twenty seconds until the