Chapter 491: The Captain's Little Pride

Of course.

There was definitely more than one method to fundamentally dispel the curse.

Lan Qingyou was also very clear about this.

That was why she added a quantity limit to the Book of Curses.

If someone's curse was dispelled, the Magic Book would sound an alarm to alert the caster.

This way, even if the opponent found a solution, they would still suffer a blow.

In short, to sum it up, due to Lan Qingyou's considerations, escaping the curse was basically impossible.

Unless the caster died or lost interest in you.

Of course, if the caster truly lost interest in you, then what you lost might not just be as simple as the curse.

Now that the curse had been researched, wanting to learn it was not a difficult task.

At least for the members of the Witch group and some straight-A students.

So the matters of searching and tracking, collecting, and pursuing to kill could just be left to them.

And Lan Qingyou herself still had other things to do.

This Forsaken War clearly let Lan Qingyou know that many things weren't just better the 'bigger' they were.

For example, taking the Forsaken Territory as the private activity area of the Witch Clan, although not bad.

But it definitely couldn't stop, and was impossible to stop, others from coming to the Forsaken Territory to reside or live.

Since that was the case, it was better to shrink the Witches' main activity area.

As long as there were no outsiders, the Witch Clan would not suffer large-scale losses again.

Moreover, doing this could also maintain a bit of mystery.

While being high-profile, making Witches truly become unattainable flowers on a high peak that could only be looked up to.

So next she needed to carefully research how to achieve this goal of hers.

And just as Lan Qingyou returned to the shelter and began thinking about new research topics, in a certain residence over a dozen districts away, a group of people were sorting out their equipment.

"Are the food and maintenance tools ready? This time going into the dungeon we need to dive a bit deeper. Don't drop the ball, everyone."

A blond man who looked like a team leader said.

"Understood, Captain. You've said this so many times my ears are getting calluses."

Someone among those sorting equipment complained.

Ever since being assembled by the Captain half a month ago to enter the dungeon, instructions like this had never stopped.

So let alone him, there were also other teammates who were a bit impatient.

After all, they were all people who worked with their lives on the line, and really couldn't stand listening to this kind of nagging.

However, while some disliked it, others felt it was reasonable.

"Haha, stop complaining. The Captain is just being cautious."

"That's right. If not for the Captain's caution in having us retreat early, we might have died in the Forsaken Territory long ago."

"That war was truly disgusting."

"You can say that again. We were clearly the attackers, and it was a surprise attack. Who would have thought it would end up as a war of attrition. I've had enough."

"Even thinking about it now feels embarrassing."

"I actually think we can't be blamed for this. After all, we were all temporarily thrown together, and didn't even have a unified command. Being able to catch them off guard and get so much Witch blood and Demon Eyes is already very good."

As soon as the Forsaken War was mentioned, a sense of powerlessness welled up in the hearts of these guys who had once participated.

Their squad was the earliest batch to head to the battlefield.

They were the batch already inside Typhon City waiting to occupy the Teleportation Array before it was even occupied.

So they could be considered the batch with the highest risk, but also the highest return.

In fact, at that time, their squad of around a hundred people seized the initiative and obtained quite a few good things.

But because of this, they also lost more than half of their combat personnel.

Originally, they thought that death was just death, and as long as they profited, it was all a minor matter.

In fact, they did indeed profit.

Profiting was naturally a good thing. The problem lay in what happened afterward.

After they retreated, the battle did indeed continue, and it lasted for several months.

Before, they had all thought of making a fortune and running away.

But they couldn't withstand the buyer informing them that they couldn't accept their goods if they didn't participate in the battle.

So they could only go to the battlefield to slack off.

It just so happened that as unevolved Transmigrators, their mana and such was pitifully low. After casting a few attack magics they were out and needed to rest.

This became their best excuse for slacking off during the war.

Then, even so, half of the original remaining half also died in battle.

The reason why it was called disgusting was entirely because the Witches had their own attack patterns, could fly in the sky, and even possessed resurrection abilities.

This was also why towards the end, more and more people ran away, ultimately leading to the battle lines becoming unmaintainable, resulting in the bizarre occurrence of the entire attacking army completely running away within a few days.

What was supposed to be taking an advantage turned into throwing their lives away. Who would still do this kind of losing business.

But even so, after the war ended, those Black Witches remained relentless and dispatched personnel to hunt down those who had once invaded the Forsaken Territory.

This caused the team that originally had over twenty people left after the war to be reduced to only a dozen or so now.

It was exactly because he knew about the Witch Clan's pursuit teams that the Captain timely adjusted their strategy to break up the original squad into parts.

Doing this not only lowered the probability of being discovered, but also considered the fact that they wouldn't be caught all in one fell swoop if they were discovered.

Anyway, everyone could communicate via cards.

In reality, this strategy was very effective.

After breaking up into parts, the original remaining dozen or so people never suffered casualties again.

This made the Captain extremely proud.

And assembling everyone this time was also because he felt that the pursuit in their district had blown over.

The Black Witches' pursuit troops had gone to other districts, which was why he did this.

Moreover, this time the boss specifically let their squad cut in line, otherwise whether it was missions or anything else, it wouldn't be their turn yet.

"Speaking of Demon Eyes, Captain, how is your Demon Eye doing? Is it our turn for surgery yet?"

"It is. We can undergo surgery after this dungeon run."

That's right.

Another reason for cutting in line was to perform the Demon Eye transplant surgery.

Their squad managed to get a total of four pairs, eight Demon Eyes in total this time, and the distribution had also been decided. However, the doctor capable of performing the transplant surgery had no available schedule, so they were still waiting even now, two months after the war ended.

Just as the Captain said, if there wasn't a mission this time, it wouldn't even be their turn.

Of course, this also required the mission to be completed before the transplant could take place.

To put it bluntly, they were being treated and ordered around like dogs.

However...

How many people on the current Karim Continent wanted to be dogs but didn't even have the chance.

As long as one could become stronger, any way of playing was still playing, right?

However, from this, it could also be seen that the so-called Demon Hunters actually highly overlapped with the profile of the invaders.

Apart from some special Demon Eyes that were sold at high prices or became someone's collection, most of the rest were actually in the hands of these initial invaders.