"Sir, we should return and report the situation to His Highness." One of his subordinates suggested with a hint of urgency.
Their mission was only to locate the enemies so there was no need for them to stay.
Caecus didn’t respond imdiately.
I can sense him... this is the aura of a Venerable!
"Leave and imdiately send word to His Highness about the situation." He instructed in a calm voice.
"What about you, sir?"
Without turning his head, Caecus urged them. "Just go."
After so hesitation, his subordinates glanced at each other and left with haste.
They didn’t know what Caecus was planning, but the most important thing now was to inform Alaric about the enemy’s location.
As soon as his subordinates left, Caecus’s figure vanished from where he was hidden. Then like a ghost, he reappeared a hundred ters away.
I need to get so information about the enemy Venerable so we will know how to deal with them.
Thinking about this, he quietly slipped into the grassland, camouflaging himself within the greenery.
...
I will destroy them all! I will spare no one!
Remondin was seething with rage and everyone could feel it.
No one dared to get close to him, afraid that they would incur his wrath.
When he learned that three of their cities had fallen into the hands of the Astanian troops, he quickly gathered his army to recapture the conquered cities.
Their first target was Mount Tirad.
There were Astanian troops stationed at the mountain, but Remondin’s army quickly annihilated them.
The second target was Atarkan. There was quite so resistance when they fought the stationed enemy troops, but Remondin suddenly joined the fight and ended the battle in a bloodbath.
After recapturing Atarkan, he didn’t even bother to get so rest. He led his troops to the third target, Midgard.
"My lord, we are only a few miles from Midgard. Do you want to send our vanguard units to check the route?" A voice interrupted his thoughts.
Remondin nodded with a frown. "If you see those Astanian soldiers, kill them imdiately!"
"Yes, my lord!"
At this mont, Remondin suddenly narrowed his eyes.
What was that?
He felt as if he was being watched, but no matter where he looked, he didn’t find anything unusual.
Did I make a mistake?
No! An enemy is nearby! And it is soone skilled in camouflage!
If he were alone here, he would have already used his Gravity Collapse, but he couldn’t activate his skill with his subordinates around.
With a stern look, he beckoned to his deputy, an old warrior with sunken eyes.
"What is your command, my lord?" The old warrior saluted.
"Rado, send ten teams to scout the area. If you discover anything unusual, report to imdiately!" He instructed.
"I obey your commands!" The old warrior nad Rado nodded, turned around, and left to complete the task.
...
He noticed my gaze, but he failed to detect my location.
Caecus saw Remondin sending his troops to scout the forest and the grassland.
Should I kill him here?
No... not yet. I need more information.
The thought of killing the enemy Venerable crossed his mind, but he quickly restrained himself.
He decided to quietly observe his prey.
There are people approaching .
He turned his head and ’saw’ a five-man team searching near his hiding spot.
Seeing this, he quietly took out five needles from his wrist guy and threw them at the approaching team.
Suu! Suu!
In the next mont, the five-man team collapsed, their foreheads bleeding profusely.
As for Caecus, he had already left to change his hiding spot.
...
This sll...
A familiar scent assaulted Remondin’s nostrils.
Blood!
With a dark look, he rushed towards the direction of the scent and discovered sothing alarming.
Lying on the grass were five n whose faces were drenched in blood.
Furrowing his eyebrows, he crouched and inspected the wounds on their foreheads.
He then looked around to see if there was sothing he could find, but except for the corpses, there was nothing to be seen.
They were all killed at the sa ti. They weren’t even able to sense the culprit and died in an instant.
Whoever killed them is a highly skilled assassin!
Knowing that an assassin was lurking nearby, he sent more troops to scour the area.
His soldiers thoroughly searched the forest, but they weren’t able to find anything.
"My lord! Another scouting team was killed!" An anxious voice drifted into Remondin’s ears.
"What?!" Remondin was infuriated. He kept his senses active the entire ti, but he wasn’t even able to detect the enemy.
With a grim look, he went to the location where the second scouting team was killed.
When he arrived, he discovered that they also died in the sa way.
This is clearly done by one person!
Is it a Mythical Knight?
He frowned.
Just when he was about to tell his subordinates to bury the dead, he heard another report.
"My lord, two more scouting teams were killed! Lord Rado also died!"
This ti, he felt a trace of fear.
Rado was no ordinary warrior. He was a peak Transcendent Knight, the strongest warrior under his command.
For such a strong man to die without even emitting a sound, it left everyone scared.
They even began to suspect that the enemy had already disguised himself as one of them.
Everyone was on guard with each other and the panic spread to the rest of the troops.
"Take off your helt!"
"Show your face!"
"Why are you looking at like that you bastard?!"
The warriors were in disarray which greatly affected their formation.
...
anwhile, the culprit behind this attack was now hidden atop a tree, observing the commotion with indifferent eyes.
I will kill a few more people and cause disturbances.
This should buy us enough ti to make so preparations.
Thinking about this, he jumped off the tree and blended into the greenery.
...
Remondin’s face darkened when he saw his troops in chaos.
What a sly bastard!
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