CHAPTER 1815: CHAPTER 597: DEAD END (PART 3)

"If I were the Demon Clan, I would do the same. The strategy doesn’t have to be brilliant, as long as it’s practical." Liu Zhenhuan unfolded the map again and examined it with the Mulan magnifying glass.

The coastline could indeed be found on this leather scroll map. The mobility of the Wolf Cavalry was outstanding. In less than a week, they had charged from the starting point on the flat plains of Helm to the edge of the Sea of Mist.

The situation was extremely dire. Let alone three days, in another day, there would be no escape for Wolf. The Demon Clan army had set up a large pocket formation, and they were now closing the pocket.

The morning after tomorrow, Wolf would either fight a desperate battle or enter the Sea of Mist and be poisoned to death alive.

These few days, Wolf could still systematically and orderly retreat, which seemed to be a deliberate leniency by the Demon Clan army.

"So what do we do now?" Lampard looked at the five Werewolf generals and frowned, "In the other three directions, each segment of troops has at least hundreds of thousands, with well-arranged echelons and defense layers. Our Wolf Cavalry has little chance to break through. If we are blocked, we will be sandwiched like a sandwich immediately."

"Then we will fight to the death." General Shumah smiled as he caressed the hilt of his saber. "Thanks to His Majesty for bringing us Mulan’s sharp weapons. During these days of confrontation with the Demon Clan, our warriors have cut off countless enemy blades and heads. We have not tarnished the heroic name of Lightning Swolf! Tomorrow’s battle will make the Demon Clan remember the unyielding bravery of Beamon Wolf Cavalry forever."

"If I gather all the Wind Mages, we can teleport eighty people at a time. With just four hundred teleports, we can send away all the over thirty thousand Wolf Cavalry..." Liu Zhenhuan couldn’t help but suggest again.

"Your Majesty, in just one night, even if your Mages could perform four hundred mana transmissions, it would be impossible to systematically gather over thirty thousand soldiers and arrange the array and adjust defense forces, all of which require time and planning! But even if we could leave, we wouldn’t! Guerrilla warfare is indeed our fighting style, but deserting in the face of the enemy is not! None of us are cowards!" General Shumah solemnly refused Liu’s suggestion again. "I hope His Majesty will not bring this up again. Just tell every Beamon that the hundred thousand Wolves fulfilled their promise with their lives and now lie in eternal rest in the Demon World."

"What if I request a retreat order from the military headquarters?" Liu Zhenhuan stared at General Shumah.

"Once on the battlefield, the general’s command cannot be overruled." The fierce Werewolf general turned his head and said to the messenger beside him, "Pass my order, eat a good breakfast tomorrow, because we will dine in Hell tomorrow night."

"Wait!" Liu Zhenhuan stopped the messenger who was about to turn away. "We still have a day’s buffer. Listen to me; I won’t take you away from the Demon World. I want you to go to the Sea of Mist now!"

"Go to the Poisonous Mist Sea?" The five Wolf generals stared blankly at the Shaman of Divine Songs, unsure if His Majesty was asking them to commit suicide or something else.

"You just need to stop at the edge of the Mist Sea, don’t enter the sea for now." Liu Zhenhuan nodded. "Trust me, if I don’t have news for you by tomorrow night, then smash all the magic teleportation arrays and fight to the death with the opponents!"

"Lampard, summon Duncan; I need the Overlord Dragon Pearl to disperse the clouds and mist." Liu Zhenhuan snapped his fingers to the Golden Dragon Knight.

"Boss, you don’t mean to send all these Wolf Cavalry into the sea, do you?" Lampard couldn’t help but say to Liu Zhenhuan with the keen sense of a Paladin Commander, "Boss, you’re sending them to their deaths! No amount of priests could protect these Wolf Cavalry!"

"Priests won’t do, but Qi Mages can." Liu Zhenhuan replied.

"Qi Mages? Over thirty thousand Wolf Cavalry, what a massive barrier it would take to support!" Lampard thought his boss must be crazy. To counter the endless poison mist, only Qi Mages would work, not even Wind Mages would be suitable. But where could they find so many Qi Mages across the Aegean Continent? Even adding in the legendary Mist Giants wouldn’t be enough!

"We don’t have that many Qi Mages, but the Sea of Mist has plenty. In this vast ocean of the Demon World, every indigenous person is a master of cloud manipulation." Liu Zhenhuan revealed a sinister smile. "Frank, you might not know, but there is intense warfare among the Demonic Sea Clan as well. The simplest way they’ve found to eliminate their opponents is to let their land be free of mist! So, in this sea of mist, there are no small tribes; we’re going to do some business with them."

"Normally, I don’t have a good opinion about polygamy, but it seems some men deserve exceptions." The Golden Dragon Knight humorously teased his boss.

**

This morning, I am heading to Shanghai for the annual meeting, and I will also attend a writer’s class for ten days. I got up at night to write a Chapter.

As for the upcoming days, I don’t know if I can guarantee updates, but I’ll bring my laptop and try my best.

Last year, all the capable writers attended the annual meeting, and I was representing the idol writers.

This year, some brothers might ask again, "This year’s annual meeting is only for the Platinum Great Gods, what are you doing there?"

What I want to say is, since the Platinum Great Gods are going, we ought to also send a representative from the grassroots level, right?

The above nonsense is free of charge, hereby declared.

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