Chapter 176
Chapter 176 Gathering of the Three
The location of the meeting was set in the mountain ridge at the edge of the forest.
Greem was wearing a black robe, calmly sitting there as he poked the crackling fire with a stick. The campfire before him flickered, bright one moment, dim the next.
The impromptu meeting point seemed empty. With the exception of the trees swaying in the wind, there was nothing, not even the golem army Greem always brought with him.
It didn’t take long before a sound came from the trees in the west. A man, also in a black robe, came out of the woods with a group of subordinates who walked with abnormal postures.
It was Acteon and his bunch of bugmen!
It seems Acteon had absolutely no trust in his two companions, even though he chose to attend the meeting. He even brought the bugmen force that he had just managed to amass for his own safety.
Shortly after stepping out from the trees, Acteon stopped.
Without the fifteen Spellbreaker Knights, any number of witcher-knights were only prey waiting to be hunted. But with spellbreaker knights now in the mix, their hunt was going to be significantly harder.
One mistake and they could lose their lives!
None of the three here had any intention or spirit to bravely sacrifice themselves. The only reason they were here was because the situation gave them no other choice. Moreover, they wanted a taste of plane wars. As long as there was benefit to be gained, they would do the job. Of course, the dangerous tasks were something no one wanted to do.
Adepts were a group of cold and selfish individuals. All their plans and schemes were for themselves, and themselves only.
Everyone wanted the jobs that gave huge rewards with no risk. And everyone wanted to avoid the jobs that were risky and demanded great sacrifice!
According to Mary, the group of witcher-knights intended to split into twelve smaller groups once they entered the Greenland Forest. Then they will keep a certain distance from each other while sweeping through the entire forest.
Greem and Acteon were naturally delighted to hear this news!
In their eyes, a scattered iron fist was a lamb waiting to be culled. It may be a thorny encounter, but it was far from enough to deter them.
However, the enemies were way too spread out. There was only three of them. It was hard to completely keep track of the enemies’ movements. Should any of the enemies accidentally wander into the adepts’ base, the situation would be out of their control.
The Continent of Witchers might strongly reject the existence of spellcasters, but the witchers themselves still used primitive magical equipment. If any of them had some kind of long-distance communication tool with them, they would be able to reveal the location of the adepts’ base; the three of them would fail their mission that way.
Perhaps an even stronger wave of witcher-knights would attack the adepts’ base directly, under the lead of higher grade knights. Then, not only would the adepts’ camp be in danger, even Greem and the others would have nowhere to rest, caught between the two and crushed to oblivion.
So after the three had a quick discussion, they agreed that they could not let the witcher-knights wander about just for the ease of hunting. They had to find a way to contain the knights before they even entered the Greenland Forest.
And doing so required them to have a full-on battle with the knights!
All three of them were decisive adepts. After a brief summary of the information they had, they quickly produced a simple battle plan and divided the tasks between themselves.
Fifteen minutes later, Acteon turned back, bringing with him his bugman army and retreating into the woods, disappearing in the depths of the forest.
Mary let out a whistle, and instantly her blood servants turned into bloodsucking bats, beating their wings as they circled around her.
Greem called out, seeing that she was about to leave.
“Mary, catch!”
A clay urn the size of a fist flew towards Mary, who was about to take off.
Mary caught the urn. Still confused, she shook it. The sound of a viscous liquid sloshing about came from inside. Her eyes lit up. She opened the urn and the thick and pungent odor of blood filled her nose.
The bloodsucking bats circling around immediately became excited.
Mary smiled as she kept the urn. The next instant, she vanished from the spot in a red flash!