Chapter 1077 - The Front on the Fertile Land (2/2)

Molly felt really happy when her help was appreciated.

When she had been on the Sleeping Island, only the witches and a small number of people from the Fjords would show gratitude for her work. There had been little she could do other than loading and unloading ships back then. But now, she could help with many things here and was treated as a celebrity. Her heart was constantly filled with pride and happiness. As long as the “Seagull” remained on the ground, she was free to wander around the railway construction site.

The scenery beyond Tower Station No.0 was slightly different.

Wisps of smoke came into Molly’s sight.

They billowed from trains.

In fact, these steel monsters were the main transportation tool. They supplied materials to the front nonstop, as if they would never become tired. Molly had transferred only a very small portion of the materials.

Unfortunately, according to Princess Tilly, it was not easy to build these trains. They needed the “Seagull” to facilitate the transportation between Neverwinter and the front because there was only two to three trains in the entirety of Neverwinter. Regardless of how the battle on the Fertile Plains would unfold, they had to make sure that the logistics and production at the rear were not interrupted.

As Molly approached the end of the railway, she saw more uniformed soldiers.

After a week of observation, Molly could now distinguish the new recruits from the veterans. Those who stole a glance at her every now and then during a class were usually newbies, whereas those who bowed their heads or were too focused on polishing their weapons to pay attention to her were normally seasoned soldiers.

“Look carefully. There are different types of demons!” said an instructor as he tapped a picture on the blackboard. “The most common type is the Mad Demon. They have large bodies, thick arms and are good at throwing bone spears. They don’t throw spears in rapid succession unless it’s of an utmost emergency.”

“Hahaha…” The crowd erupted into laughter.

“Silence!” The instructor barked. “I hope they won’t scare the hell out of you when you come across them. The only way to save your lives is to pull the trigger and finish them before they kill you. Neither fleeing nor yielding would work in this situation. Do you understand?”

“Yes!” the class shouted in unison.

“Now, next one,” the instructor said as he pointed to another picture. “This one, with its eyes on its forehead, is called the Fearsome Demon. There are not many of them, but they’re far more powerful than ordinary Mad Demons. They can paralyze your movements when they see you. You bascially can’t do anything except to wait for your death. However, you can protect yourself with a God’s Stone of Retaliation. Everybody at the front will receive a God’s Stone, although there is a chance that you may encounter them when you are not wearing a God’s Stone.”

“What should we do then?”

“Pray to your grandmother or picture someone or something you adore in your head. Use every possible means to overcome your fear!”

At these words, someone turned around and glanced at Molly.

Molly smiled back, winking at the soldier.

“Hey, where are you looking?” The instructor snarled at the soldier. “Get out of here and go back to the construction site if you don’t want to be in my class!”

The man immediately ducked away.

Molly felt she preferred the new recruits over the veterans.

She twitched her lips and urged the Magic Servant to move forward.

After another few hundred meters, she reached the very end of the railway where some laborers, soldiers and witches were working together.

She immediately caught sight of a girl with flaxen hair in a work suit.

It was the Queen of Graycastle, Queen Anna Wimbledon.