235 The Rescue
Aldrich’s POV:
When Dorothy told that the mind link had been cut off, I knew things had gotten out of control.
I imdiately decided to go to the rescue, but Master Mary stopped .
“Calm down, General Aldrich,” she emphasized my identity. “You know better than I do how dangerous it is to attack when we don’t know whether the enemy is friend or foe. There are still so many mbers waiting for your instructions in the base and the ruins. Once you leave now, everything will be in chaos, and it won’t help anything.”
I understood the current situation better than she did, but this did not weaken my determination to save Selma.
I gathered all the team mbers in the remains and assigned them their tasks.
The three bases were our important supply stations and retreat points. We couldn’t lose them or panic. We must maintain a state of readiness and be ready to provide reinforcents at any ti.
The value of the witch clan’s ruins wasn’t that great anymore. Most books, antiques, and other items have been packed and backed up and could be discarded anyti. Therefore, only a small team of mbers was left there to guard the place. If anything happened to the main force, they would et up with the reinforcents from the three bases to further support or retreat.
There were only about eighty mbers and a few werewolf grandmasters left. Based on the information that Selma had sent back, the human team had about a hundred people, and at least forty were ard. In terms of combat power, we were on par.
However, Master Mary judged that the other party must have at least one powerful witch or wizard. Master Kevin’s strength was almost the sa as Master Mary’s, and even he could not resist it. Master Mary was not confident in winning against the other party, not to ntion the other werewolf grandmasters who were good at research.
From the looks of it, we were at a disadvantage.
The reinforcents from the palace had already set off, but they would only arrive at night even if they used the fastest speed. Selma and the rest of the team had less chance of survival every minute we waited. We must imdiately set off to rescue them.
A head-on confrontation was not a wise move, but stealth was also a werewolf’s specialty.
We’d first lead the rescue team to the public order squad’s base.
Eve was waiting anxiously. She said that when she saw Selma’s squadron being attacked, the public order squad had wanted to go to the rescue, but Selma had sent out a dangerous retreat signal. They had no choice but to observe the news from the periphery, but they did not gain much.
“We’ve been tricked,” she said in a depressed and self-reproaching tone. “There’s a smokescreen outside the human camp. The humans broadcasted all the camping activities we’ve observed over the past few days for us to see. We waited for a few days until the group of humans brought Selma and the others back to the camp. Only then did we realize that the n on guard outside the camp were cooking in the camp simultaneously! I’m willing to accept any punishnt for my oversight.”
Dorothy was even more reproachful, “I should have seen through it. I could have been the one to make it happen!”
“It’s not your fault,” I said. “It’s my and Frank’s negligence. We shouldn’t have let down our guard against humans, especially these strange humans.”
The smokescreen was still in effect. We could only see the humans in the camp chatting and playing cards, but I knew that the reality hidden behind this illusion could be bloody.
How was Selma now?
Did those humans do anything to her?
Whenever I thought about the cruel torture the humans would do and the treatnt Selma might suffer, I felt like a knife was cutting my heart. I constantly berated myself for my carelessness.
I’d dealt with so many humans, and I knew their ans. How could I be at ease with her bringing a few mbers to the human camp? I’d seen so many sches and plots. I should have known that the traitor Yuri was deliberately luring Selma into a trap! I should have discovered his betrayal long ago!
“Hey, relax.” Master Mary gave a nudge. “Stay calm. Don’t let your anxiety ss up your judgnt.”
Calm down.
In a situation where the enemy’s situation was unknown, rashly attacking was an act of asking for death. After trying every thod but still being unable to break through the barrier of the concealnt technique, I realized that I only had one choice left.
Tonight was the night of the full moon, and the night was the moon’s ho. Under the moonlight, the strength of the werewolves would increase exponentially. Even bullets couldn’t penetrate our fur, which was tougher than steel.
We’d decided to go to the other side of the mountain, the other side of the canyon passage, and take advantage of the night to attack the human camp from above.
The snow hitting our faces was more painful than steel needles, and the cold rocks tried to stick us to their rugged bodies forever. However, this pain was nothing compared to the earlier feelings in my heart. I didn’t even dare to think about the treatnt Selma might have to suffer. The pain and blood in my imagination were like red cloth that attracted the bullfighting bull. Just one look at it would cause my heart to ache so much that I would go crazy.
The sun set, and the stars and moon filled the sky.
The night ca quietly.
The team mbers quietly changed their shifts and ford a wolf formation. I wanted to give the order to attack, but I stopped when Morgan ca out.
The camouflage disappeared, and the human camp vanished with it. There were only ancient carriages left in the open snowfield. They were lined up in a row and galloped toward the shadow of the mandrill.
Under the moonlight, I could see the figures pulling the carriage.
They were many wolves with distorted bodies!
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