Chapter 514 - Paphield Battle (7)
The sky darkened.
Rhode leaned forward and looked at the flickering torches in the distance while white fog drifted around him. This was the characteristic of the Could Summit. Every single day from spring to winter, fog would form every night and it wouldn’t dissipate until the sun rose the next day. However, the concentration of the fog differed at times. Sometimes, the fog would be as thick as a wall that blocked out all creatures. During such times, even soldiers wouldn’t patrol because they would only get lost in the fog forever.
Even though this was a widely circulated legend, Rhode knew that this wasn’t as simple as a legend. In fact, the reason why the fog in the Cloud Summit was this incredibly thick was due to its location coinciding with the Water Element Plane of Existence. Therefore, there would be some characteristics of the low-level Water Element Plane of Existence and the emergence of the thick fog was one of them. As the fog thickened, some elemental creatures living in the Water Element Plane of Existence would seize the opportunity to come to this world through it… As a pure elemental creature, they had absolutely no favorable impressions for the living creatures of this world.
If there was going to be a massive, thick fog, Garcia could simply shut the doors and call it a night while the enemies faced the terrifying creatures lurking in the fog. However, it seemed like luck wasn’t on Garcia’s side. The sky had darkened, however, the fog appeared to be as thin as a layer of transparent silk yarn. In such an environment, their vision wouldn’t be excellent. However, it was still possible for them to spot their enemies.
There were pros and cons for both sides.
Clashes of weapons, loud screams, and wails could be heard vaguely. But the fog made it hard for them to differentiate between reality and dream.
Rhode reached out and held down the daggers on his waist while biting his lip. This scene reminded him of the earliest days in the game. Back then, the players had no opportunity to command a military at all. Even if they had high prestige and tyrannical strength, the forces would rarely hand over their soldiers to players. More often than not, the players were more like special elites that carried out special tasks such as penetrating the enemy’s base to destroy their supplies and other beheading operations. It could be said that almost every player’s teams had grown through such battles. However, as the game progressed with the updates, the players had also gained the authority to form a legion. Some players who started the game from the new version preferred to lead their army into the battlefield instead of sneaking behind the enemy’s rear.
However, Rhode still chose to sneak in from the enemy’s rear. From the beta version until the day he left the game, he had gotten used to stabbing his enemies in their backs stealthily. He didn’t dislike leading his army into the battlefield as no men would reject such a blood-racing temptation. It was just that the long-term habit of accepting these missions had changed Rhode’s preference to appoint other Commanders to lead into the battlefield while he led a smaller group to strike from the rear. This practice didn’t change even after Starlight had topped and unified the entire server. Even during wars with other guilds, Rhode chose to appoint his subordinates to command the main army while he lurked in the dark with his companions and trusted aides, waiting for the chance to deal a fatal strike.
And it was the same now.
At this moment, Rhode’s expression returned to its usual calmness as though the news that Joey passed on wasn’t a bad news at all. Rhode gazed at Lize and patted her shoulder.
“Don’t worry, Lize. I’m prepared for this,” Rhode placed his finger by his lips. “Gillian, it’s me. Garcia’s plan failed. From now on… Execute Plan B.”