A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees-Chapter 1585 - : 437 Elemental Mark and Aspect Hound_2
Chapter 1585: 437 Elemental Mark and Aspect Hound_2
The enemy outnumbered us.
But Matthew’s side boasted stronger legendary quality and more experts.
The most crucial factor was,
one of his three magnates of the necromancers had yet to make an appearance.
In the special regions of the Ancient City of Klafa with various restrictions, Philolius’s fighting power and his size advantage would be multiplied.
If it really came to a fight,
Matthew believed he still had a fairly high chance of winning.
However, he felt that the time had not yet come for a head-on confrontation with little Ingram—
What Hayek said was one thing.
The originally agreed upon Blood-Drinking Mountain, meant to be a little-traveled mini instance, had already been thoroughly perforated, giving Matthew the feeling that familiar faces were everywhere.
Though Margaret had said there were a total of seven forces,
firstly, the Machinist’s information might not be accurate, and secondly, after he and Margaret met, it was possible that more people would enter the Blood-Drinking Mountain and the Ancient City of Klafa.
Starting a fight here,
one must always guard against the possibility of others reaping the benefits.
Before finding Tyraste,
Matthew was not too keen on going all out in a fight with someone—
Of course, bullying the weak was another matter.
On the other hand, in Matthew’s heart, what weighed even more heavily,
was that there were simply too many slackers in his own team!
He estimated,
the real fighters were only himself, Claire, and Sener, and Sener was likely just an actor.
How the hell were they supposed to fight?
Better to stick with circuitous strategies instead.
“Stealthy tailing is good.”
“I love tailing the most.”
Sener said with a smile,
“But there are two strategies for tailing, one is to react entirely, that is, wait for little Ingram and his team to explore all the pillars in the Magic Zone that might contain Lost Paradise, and then suddenly attack when they find Lost Paradise.”
“The advantage is that it’s safer and there’s a better chance to be the ultimate winner.”
“The downside is that it seems a bit passive, and if they run away with the findings right away, we can only stare helplessly.”
“The other method is to intercept them halfway. Although we don’t know what they are up to now, we can collect information on those preliminary screened targets, then employ our methods to filter them. If we find a target with a high certainty, we could take the initiative to make a move and see if Lost Paradise is hidden inside.”
“This approach is more proactive, but has the same drawbacks; who knows if little Ingram and his team are lying low somewhere, watching our actions from the darkness.”
“At the same time, we must also be cautious about one thing: Ingram is no fool, he also knows that near the Magic Zone might be us, Fishmen and trolls, enemies for him. What if those Air and Earth Elements are just tagging graffiti for us to see, distracting our attention?”
“It’s possible that under any suspected target lies a terrible trap. All of these must be taken into account.”
Matthew strongly agreed.
He observed the expressions of others and found that no one showed any emotional fluctuation because of Sener’s words.
This meant that almost everyone thought the same way.
Indeed.
Sometimes, action alongside these experienced old foxes can be somewhat easier.
Even if your thinking is one-sided, someone will point out the oversight for you.
“If only these guys wouldn’t be so slack during a fight.”
Matthew secretly sighed to himself.
“So I suggest we stick with the old rules,”
Vampire Moson opened calmly.
“Still splitting into two groups?”
Jassiliven asked.
“No, three ways,”
Moson cleared his throat:
“Matthew will lead a team to gather preliminary screened targets by Elemental Lives.”
“Sener will lead a team to investigate the whereabouts of Ingram, Audacia, and Dawn Star Leon.”
“I will inspect the surroundings of the Magic Zone to see if there are other forces entering this area and be ready to respond in advance.”
“Every team must remember one strategy—try not to fight.”
“Remember, we came here to look for Lost Paradise, not to go on a killing spree. Of course, if you can clear the field as swiftly as Matthew just did, I will give you a three-handed applause for your performance!”
Everyone had no objections to Moson’s distribution.
The only thing that was somewhat amusing was that, in the end when forming precise groups, both Matthew and Sener became solo squads per the principle of voluntariness.
And the patrol squad led by Moson was packed with Jassiliven, Hayek, and Claire.
Claire’s reason for being there was that she couldn’t turn invisible, making her a burden to anyone, which indeed made sense.
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But the other two, including Moson himself, were blatantly slackers.
Although everyone expected this,
Matthew still scorned these slick operators fiercely in his heart.
Then the group split up again.
They agreed to convene before nightfall at a Big Slant Tower on the edge of the Western Magic Zone—
According to information provided by Margaret,
the Big Slant Tower housed a Safe House opened up by Machinists during an earlier exploration, which could help them survive the dangerous nights in the Ancient City of Klafa.
The group parted ways.
For cautiousness, Matthew drank an Invisibility Potion, activated the Invisible Magic Ball, and wore the Ring of Invisibility on his hand ready to be activated at a moment’s notice.
As for Soldier and Peggy, they naturally did not need his concern.
The stealth skills of these two were truly first-rate; under normal circumstances, they would be unlikely to be seen through by Elemental Lives.
