While Minos and his group were carrying out their preparations for new attacks, the enemies were, as they expected, recuperating in preparation for the next attack!
In a city about four weeks' journey away from Examire, the five level 117 Supres who had fled Armhands' headquarters weeks ago were recuperating in a city dominated by their alliance.
In this place, besides the five Supres, thousands of Sovereigns, including 2,000 high-level Sovereigns, were at the disposal of these five individuals, as well as the two level 115 and one level 116 Supres behind this city.
Today, one of the five n recovering in the area was alongside his three fellow leaders, walking around the central area of this city of Zocarro natives.
"How long until your group finishes recovering, senior?" Asked one of the 12th stage n walking behind the limping local native, who was walking with difficulty given his recovery was still halfway through.
"Two months. Not before that. As much as our sacrificial techniques are less negative to our bodies than the sacrifice of the parasites from that damned alien sect, we won't be able to fight at a high level before then." The 117th level elder explained.
He had a serene look on his face, certain that in just over two months, he could lead his group to a different outco than weeks ago. Minos had won that day, but surviving again would be extrely unlikely for Armhands.
The other three didn't know exactly what to expect, but they were already ntally preparing themselves to join the next attack.
"How many of the n in this town will be able to join us when my companions recover?" He asked as he looked from the peak where they were walking to the area where he could see lots and lots of Zocarro natives going about their routines in this military camp-town of their alliance.
"4,000? That should be enough." Said one of them in an uncertain tone.
"How about 6,000?" Suggested the level 117 Supre. "Minos and his people are not simple. If we can't keep them entertained while the strongest of us fight, we could again end up surrounded and forced to flee."
"We can send 8,000 n, but more than that would be like giving up our position in the area," said one of these n who had never seen Minos in action.
But the level 117 Supre thought that this would hold off Minos' group long enough for his staff. "All right. But I want you to pass on Jabez's technique to all the Sovereigns at levels 113 and 114. They'll definitely need it against Minos and Armhands. Otherwise, almost all of them will die in the next confrontation."
The three Supres paled as they looked at this level 117 cultivator, not believing that he saw Minos in such a formidable light.
"Do it quickly. I don't want to wait a minute for these n when I finish my recovery."
"We'll do our best, senior." The three of them accepted, even with their doubts and worries.
The level 117 old man headed back to his area to continue his recovery rest while the three looked at each other.
"Sect Master Jabez's sacrificial technique was supposed to be exclusive to the Supres. Senior Krid wanting to do this is quite a transgression..."
"But it proves how formidable Minos is. Senior Krid will put himself on the line to bring down the damned human!"
"What are we going to do?"
"We'll obey. In any case, victory with potential punishnt ahead is better than defeat and certain death in the short term."
The three agreed on that.
...
While Minos and Segiel's closest enemies were preparing for the next attack on Armhands' headquarters, news of what had happened weeks ago in Examire had already reached the guild's top experts.
Navey had just heard about the headquarters' victory under the 12th stage enemies, but what interested him in all this was Minos' situation.
On discovering the role Minos had played that day, he couldn't help but smile as he imagined the boy's future.
'It looks like things are going well for him... That's what matters.' Navey clenched one of his fists, eager to see Minos' future, especially when the human reached the 12th stage.
'I'll wait to see how he turns out after his journey in Uzira. By then, it will be ti for to approach him and deal with serious matters...'
While Navey was thinking about Minos, a level 115 Supre of the guild, one of the Generals who had advanced from in recent months, approached the Elder with an agitated expression.
"Elder, I bring news of the Supre Leader!" Said the individual as he assaulted into Navey's underground hideout.
Navey imdiately put aside what was on his mind, turning his gaze to the most important matter of the mont, which could even put his life at risk.
"What did the Supre Leader send?" He asked as he looked at the General.
"He told everyone to get ready. It's ti to move to the Big Plan!"
...
anwhile, near the east coast of Oqia, on the most central stretch of the long continental coastline, the Supre Leader of Armhands was standing on the peak of a grandiose ice-covered mountain.
There, the white-haired and white-bearded man had a curious look on his face, gazing toward one peak below, where he felt his future lay.
'Jabez, Jabez... Did you think I was dead or sothing? Rebelling just because you've advanced to level 123. Tsk! What audacity! But it's ti we sorted this out and put an end to this damn war.' Thought the white serpent of Armhands, as he waited for the ideal mont to act.
Having found the hideout of the leader of Firestone Mines days ago, he was just waiting for the signal from his elders to proceed.
The war should reach its climax with his attack, but all his Elders should be properly prepared to act at the right ti for the best benefit of the guild!
But from where Jalai stood, he could tell exactly the situations of Jabez and the man's allies, in hiding or in the area to protect the leader of Firestone Mines.
Ti would pass and soon Jalai would receive confirmation that all 10 of his Elders were ready for this action.
He used a special crystal, destroying it and sending a high-level signal to all his important guild mbers. Then, with one move, he jumped off the icy white peak, going up against Jabez!
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