Whoosh—
A Fire Elemental breathed flames in the sky.
Below, the territory of the Little People race was engulfed in a raging inferno.
Members of the Little People race scurried across the ground like ants.
They screamed and roared.
“Run!”
“It’s a dragon! There are actually dragons in this world!”
“Damn witches! Why are they doing this to us?!”
“Bastards—”
“It hurts! Someone help me put out the fire!”
Some fled for their lives, while others desperately tried to extinguish the flames on themselves or their friends.
However, these flames were the pure fire of a Fire Elemental; they could not be extinguished by water or by swatting them with anything.
Pandora was furious.
Initially, she had thought only the Yeti race was rebelling.
To her surprise, over twenty of the thirty-plus races in the Abandoned Land had revolted, and a few others had chosen to stay on the sidelines as fence-sitters.
After leaving the Yeti race’s territory, she simply burned anyone she encountered, having no intention of exchanging pleasantries.
This was especially true when she passed through several towns currently in the midst of riots.
Her route was simple.
She would fly from the starting point to the westernmost edge and then circle the entire Abandoned Land.
She figured that if the Yeti race, who had struck first, intended to move their entire clan to avoid the fallout, they would surely flee to a distant place where they could hide many people.
Indeed.
Her aim was that precise.
Compared to other witches, Pandora had a massive advantage: she didn’t need to familiarize herself with a flying magic broom.
In terms of offense, Pandora only needed to stand on the back of the Fire Elemental, gripping the fur on its neck, and unleash her power.
Coupled with the fact that her mount was a mutant Fire Elemental—a weapon of mass destruction—very few could survive more than a few rounds against her.
Even the Winged People were no exception.
Because the mutant, lizard-like Fire Elemental had wings, it bore a resemblance to the fire dragons of Blue Star, causing panic wherever it went.
This made Pandora feel they were just a bunch of uneducated monkeys.
Perhaps from the very moment of transmigration, the differences between individuals had already been set.
Those transmigrators who had failed to become evolved beings even after a year were nothing more than a cancer.
Elsewhere.
As the captain of the Patrol Team and the one responsible for the security of the Abandoned Land, Nangong Lengyue was also frantically harvesting the lives of the traitors.
Knowing that Diana intended to enforce a scorched earth policy and hold the strongholds, she led the witches of her Patrol Team to take the initiative, roaming between towns and acting as a fire brigade.
However, although it was said that Nangong Lengyue was harvesting lives...
In reality, the witches under her command were far more ruthless than she was.
After all, in terms of talent and Magic Eye abilities, her method of attack wasn’t particularly brutal; in fact, it could be called exceptionally simple.
So simple that it left no trace behind.
The Gap Magic Eye was a pure space-type Magic Eye.
It could open spatial rifts leading to unknown worlds. Whether it was a person, a monster, or an object, once thrown inside, it could never be retrieved.
That was why she left no trace when dealing with enemies.
Though more accurately, it should be said that she 'could not leave any trace.'
While the witches were searching for traitors everywhere, the World Channel was also in an absolute uproar over the matter.
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“What is this?”
“A lot of unknown people are currently attacking the Witch race’s Abandoned Land.”
“The Witch race’s base is under attack?”
“Yes. Just a while ago, a lot of people suddenly surged out of the teleportation circles. After occupying them, they started pillaging and killing everywhere.”
“Hahaha, they deserve it! Who told those witches to be so high-profile?”
“Exactly. Especially that Witch of the Tower; she comes out to steal the spotlight every single time.”
“Is this really the time to discuss that? We’ve only just started having some peaceful days. Are they all trying to start a new war?”
“Yeah, isn’t it better to have some peace? Why do they have to go and provoke those witches?”
“They must be bored out of their minds. What on earth are these guys thinking?”
For the vast majority of people, being able to sleep in a safe place every day without worrying about energy points, having a place to eat breakfast in the morning, and then going to the Adventurers' Guild to take on missions and earn rewards was already very satisfying.
Now that someone was engaging in such acts of war, they were naturally displeased.
After all, this was something that disrupted the rhythm of their lives.
Even though it was currently happening on the Witch race’s territory, who knew if the flames of war would spread elsewhere later?
Putting everything else aside.
The witches' retaliation would surely be inevitable.
“More than that, I’m curious who exactly would attack the witches’ base. Or rather, this method of attacking by occupying teleportation circles is bound to face a powerful counterattack, right?”
“Which idiot commander came up with this? To actually give up their own advantages and switch to positional warfare?”
“True. If it were me, I would definitely organize high-level combat squads to raid the area. Whether it’s destroying magic circles to cut off reinforcements or depleting the enemy's manpower, it would be much more convenient.”
“If the attackers could give up the teleportation points and switch to sabotage, they would definitely achieve greater results with far fewer casualties.”
Compared to those gloating or worrying about their peaceful lives being shattered, there seemed to be quite a few people analyzing the battle.
After all, this could be considered the first true war since they were forcibly sent to this continent.
As a result, those who were commanders back on Blue Star couldn’t help but voice their opinions.
However, the views of these people were surprisingly identical.
They all believed that occupying and stubbornly defending the teleportation circles was a mistake.
“You guys are right. I’m in Typhon City right now. Based on my personal observations and statistics, the casualty ratio has already reached over 1 to 100.”
“Holy crap, that high?”
“Are the witches that powerful?”
“It’s not that the witches are powerful, it’s that the invaders are too pathetic. Aside from the evolved beings from local small races who were swayed to defect, the rest are all transmigrators who came from elsewhere via the teleportation circles.”
“Wait, there’s an internal rebellion too?”
The commanders who were still analyzing couldn’t help but freeze when they saw this condition.
In their eyes, this news was even more terrifying than the casualty ratio mentioned earlier.
After all, an invasion and a rebellion were two different things.
Both the offensive methods of the attackers and the defensive strategies of the defenders would differ.
Currently, the Witch race was being squeezed from both inside and out. To still achieve such a casualty ratio in this situation only went to show that the witches were truly strong.
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