"Eleven Rangers died at the border, and for that reason, we will repay the tribes that invaded Lancaster with the lives of eleven tribes, to bury the souls of our lost comrades!"
What use is there in rely killing those barbarians who were treated as blades? What good does it do to judge these invading barbarians?
Can the deceased Rangers rest in peace?
So all they f*cking want is a massacre, a bloodbath until anyone who dared make this decision trembles at the sound of their footsteps.
The kind of leader you have determines the kind of soldiers you get.
The decisions Kael made were always extre in so aspects, particularly in dealing with enemies. His actions, akin to sweeping away fallen leaves with an autumn breeze, deeply imprinted upon the Rangers' hearts.
And this ideology was set to strengthen over ti.
Thus, the third phase of the "Water Ghost Plan" was born.
The countless Barbarians were left to the thirsty Undead eager for combat, while the leading forces were the ones that the Rangers and Elf Rangers needed to neutralize imdiately.
All these scenes entered Kael's view, yet they stirred not a ripple in his heart.
"Viscount Helois, might we have guessed incorrectly?"
A Fransburg Holy Land Blademage quietly suggested.
Kael shook his head and said, "Wait, although those barbarians of the northern wastelands sotis make eye-catching moves in trivial matters, they are still very cautious on the major front."
The Holy Land Blademage from Fransburg nodded in understanding.
He knew the underlying aning of Viscount Helois.
If the barbarians of the northern wastelands really functioned like the Murphys players, sharing one brain worldwide, then even with the Totems' protection, they couldn't maintain their independence, struggling to survive in the north wastelands disregarded by many nations.
This ans, if the tribes were really committed to making a move against Lancaster, the first variables they calculated would most likely include the openly recognized combatant, Sword Maniac White Symthia.
But as it stands, the only entity on the battlefield that could pose a threat to the Sword Maniac was probably the undead Titan Giant.
And even that was just a threat. To constrain or even kill a legend was highly unlikely.
So … there was a good chance there was another move left.
However, it was nearly ti for a total defeat, and yet there seed to be no sign of this secondary strategy erging.
As the cries in the swamp waned with powerful spells cast by Water Ghost players, Rangers, and Elf Rangers, and more barbarians lost their lives, even Kael began to have doubts.
"These guys, could it be they saw us fighting so fiercely that they just abandoned the original battle plan?"
A hint of suspicion flashed through Kael's mind, especially given that Kael hadn't expected that crossing version fighters, the Magical Equipnt Knights, would exhibit such dominating power in the current version.
This was sowhat surprising to him.
After all, in subsequent versions, conflicts and oppositions between major professional systems beca more evident. The arms race in the Otherworld version significantly raised the upper limits of all major professional systems.
So, a hundred years later, although the Magical Equipnt Knights still possessed excellent attributes, they no longer displayed the nearly dominant deterrence they did now.
Amid a sea of blood, as the cries within the entire swampy area dwindled, Kael really began to wonder if the mastermind had made a huge blunder, when suddenly he furrowed his brow.
"Strange …"
He muttered softly.
As the focal point of everyone's attention at the scene, Kael's unusual behavior imdiately triggered reactions from those around him.
"All Rangers, Elf Rangers, and Undead, retreat to our side, stop the chase!
Repeat, all Rangers, Elf Rangers, and Undead, retreat to our side, stop the chase!"
After transmitting his order through Telepathy, Kael reached for the ring on his hand and, with a ripple-like distortion in the space behind him, a chanically industrial brain slowly erged.
Soon after, a humanoid alloy body followed; the cold, war machinery brought a formidable threat that made the eyebrows of the reinforcents following Kael twitch.
"Magical Equipnt … it sowhat resembles creations from the goblin empire era, doesn't it?" mused a Fox Knight.
Although he wasn't particularly interested in the history of the goblin empire era, it couldn't be helped that a significant part of the weaponry in the Lion Heart Battle Group was created by Mages replicating goblin equipnt.
As one of the helmsn of the Bronze Cross, Fox was naturally familiar with these gadgets, having seen plenty of them.
"Just a little sothing made on the fly, mainly just utilizing this Magical Equipnt to amplify my own advantages …"
"Have you found the enemy's backup plan?"
"To be precise, the enemy's backup plan has been in front of us from the start."
Kael snorted and said, "Although our strength may have sowhat exceeded their expectations, it seems the other side is not shelving their plans."
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