Chapter 669
A game of cat and mouse was being played out in the depths of Fantasy Forest.
The black dirt in a spot of dark bushes suddenly broke apart. A large swarm of black beetles surged out from within and gradually swelled into an odd human silhouette.
Bug Adept Billis remotely sensed for the ‘bait’ in the other spots after forming his insect body. An ugly expression immediately took over his face.
He had already sent out four squads of decoys to avoid the pursuit of that powerful elf, with each of the teams heading toward a different area. Yet now, there seemed to be only two remaining squads that he could sense.
That meant two insect armies with over ten thousand bugs had been consecutively exterminated in the time he had been running. What died along with these two insect armies were six of his magical mantises.
After all, the magical mantises were essentially his bodyguards. It would have been hard to trick the forest elves, who call the Fantasy Forest their home, had he not sent the magical mantises along with the decoy squads.
Billis didn’t dare show himself in the face of such a powerful elf. He could only repeatedly sever his own tail in hopes of drawing the enemy away. Sadly, the speed at which the insect army traveled underground was far too slow. Even though the elves would occasionally be drawn away, they were quickly able to exterminate the decoys and then continue looking for the actual army.
Those hippogryphs riders were riding the coattails of a ferocious tiger. They would never have dared appear in front of the magical mantises under ordinary circumstances. Yet now, they were brazenly traveling above the sea of trees, using their Whispering Winds, Plant Speech, Animal Speech, and all sorts of strange skills to search for the news and location of the largest insect army.
“Then why don’t you tell me what we should do?”
“Why don’t we change the battlefield? The surroundings of Skywater City have now become a dangerous place. The elves have placed plenty of traps in that area and are simply waiting for us to run into them. Rather than proceed with our plans, why not turn around, head north, and further spread the fires of war?”
Mary listened attentively with narrowed eyes but did not comment. Old Fox Vanlier could only continue with his analysis.
“Firstly, we need to figure out our objective here?”
“Our main mission in coming to Garan this time is to help that Lady Alice obtain the Staff of Divination. And if we want to accomplish that, we have to draw away the powerhouses and elite armies of the elven kingdom in the central mountains.”
“Up until now, the elven kingdom has only gathered their elite forces and powerhouses near the south coast to prevent the Fourth Grade Pale Witch from leading her forces into Garan. That is why they will never dare to reassign forces from the south coast, regardless of how big of a storm we stir up over here.”
“Lord Clan Leader has been slaughtering some elves on the southwest coast. That is all for the sake of baiting the elves into deploying their troops. His plan of infiltration can only be put to motion once there are openings in the central mountains’ military force. My lady, where will you choose to go when that happens?”
Mary couldn’t help but grunt coldly. She straightened her body upon the stone platform.
“Hmph, of course, I’m going as well. The central mountains are full of powerhouses. Even god messengers number as many as wild dogs in the streets. If I don’t go and help, how are they supposed to accomplish anything with just their few numbers?!”
Old Fox Vanlier sighed silently in the bottom of his heart, but the smile on his face was unchanging.
“Then we should stir up even more of a storm. It will be best if we can provoke the elves on the south coast to start fighting with the Pale Witches. When that happens, Lord Clan Leader will probably be facing a lot less pressure.”
He could finally see that this seemingly ferocious mistress of his truly cared for the Lord Clan Leader. To think she was unfazed by the danger of the central mountains and not at all hesitant about putting the vampires she had so painstakingly gathered together in jeopardy. In fact, she seemed utterly willing to lose out for the benefit of someone else.
Vanlier couldn’t help but curse to himself over this.
However, the bloodline shackles made it impossible for him to have any other thoughts. He could only pinch his nose and make plans for Mary according to her will. At any rate, he was the one that planned all the schemes and plots. Regardless of how the future was to unfold, he would never allow himself to fall into a situation of certain death.
As such, the old fox’s heart was remarkably calm!