binnovel Chapter 810 - 747: Assault_2
Chapter 810 - 747: Assault_2
At this moment, the sky was left with the last hint of dark red twilight, barely illuminating their faces.
Selman was the last to return, emerging from the shadows, his breath slightly hurried, but his face bore a hint of excitement.
"I’ve figured it out." He said in a low voice, squatting down, and began to draw on the ground with a stick.
Everyone gathered around.
Selman’s hand moved quickly, and with a few simple lines, he outlined the terrain of the Strawberry Tribe.
A stream flowed from north to south, with the tribe spread across an open space on the east side of the stream; he marked key positions using small stones.
"The largest hut in the center of the tribe is the chief’s residence. Level 2 Peak, male, holding a wood-element magic wand, should be the most powerful in the tribe."
He then placed three small stones around.
"There are slightly smaller huts on the east side, south side, and west side, which are the residences of the three elders. All Level 2, one male and two females, specific abilities unknown."
He paused and added some dots between the huts.
"Level 1 tribesmen, around sixty to seventy, scattered throughout the tribe. Average strength, but numerous, could be troublesome if they swarm."
Vera stared at the simple map, silent for a few moments.
"What about the defensive forces?"
Selman pointed to several spots at the tribe’s edge: "There are patrols here, changing every hour. But they’re all low-level fairies, not very alert. After dark, it’ll reduce to just two teams, and they’ll withdraw completely before dawn."
He looked up at Vera: "We can act tonight."
Vera didn’t answer immediately but looked at the others.
Leon was the first to express his opinion: "Sure, leave the Level 2 Peak to me, I can hold him."
Vera shook her head: "I’ll handle the chief; you take care of the elders."
Leon hesitated for a moment, wanting to say something, but was silenced by Vera’s gaze.
Soon everyone began coordinating, Leon, Edmond, and Duke mainly responsible for dealing with the three elders, while the other three ensured not too many tribesmen escaped.
Duke stared at the simple map, contemplating:
"I can trap the whole tribe."
He glanced at the tribe’s overall terrain, needing only to manipulate the yellow sand to block the several exits of the tribe; they would catch them like turtles in a jar.
As for those four Level 2 lives, everyone was somewhat wary of the Level 2 Peak chief, but didn’t fear the other three elders.
After all, the seven present were not ordinary Level 2 mages; even in the Wizard Plane, they were among the best of Level 2.
Even if their strength tier is slightly lower than these Ancient Fairies, they had confidence to overcome them.
Duke and the others soon agreed on the specifics of the action, now just waiting for nightfall.
In the distance, the last hint of dark red twilight finally disappeared behind the treetops.
...
Night descended, and the Wilderness Forest’s night fully enveloped this land.
The branches and leaves of the giant trees blocked most of the starlight, only a few sparse glows seeped through the cracks in the trunks, barely sketching the outline of the tribe.
The paths between huts were empty; the children who played in the daytime had been taken back indoors by their respective parents.
Occasionally, low-level fairies on night patrol passed by, their footsteps light, afraid of disturbing the tribe’s sleep.
In the largest central hut, Red Crown lay awake.
He sat on a low couch woven with vines, his magic wand laid across his knees, brow furrowed.
Beside the low couch, a small oil lamp burned on a wooden platform, the wick twisted from plant fibers, emitting a faint herbal fragrance when lit.
He couldn’t explain why, but tonight there was an indescribable unease in his heart.
As if something was watching from the shadows.
He hadn’t felt this way in a long time.
The last time was twenty years ago.
Three days later, a group of outsiders attacked the Berry Tribe to the north; the whole tribe was slaughtered, not a single survivor.
Red Crown tightened his grip on his wand.
Perhaps it was a mistake, he told himself.
But the unsettling feeling wouldn’t go away.
He stood up, walked to the hut entrance, lifted the vine-woven curtain, and looked outside.
The night was deep, the tribe silent, only the distant stream barely audibly rushing.
A few low-level fairies on patrol were passing from the east, the leader glanced his way, slightly bowed, and continued forward.
Everything seemed normal.
Red Crown took a deep breath, about to turn back into the hut when his movement suddenly halted.
An instinctive alert exploded instantly.
He raised his head abruptly, staring into the darkness around the tribe.
In the next moment, the entire world shuddered.
Boom——!!
The ground shook violently, countless dark-golden sand streams soared into the sky from all directions.
The sand streams rose like giant waves from the depths of the earth, climbing upwards at an astonishing speed, forming a circle of sand walls tens of meters high within seconds, enclosing the entire tribe impenetrably.
The top of the sand wall continued to grow upward, edges bending inward, like a massive hand closing slowly.
Red Crown’s heart tightened suddenly.
"Enemy attack——!!!"
His roar exploded in the night sky.
The huts instantly boiled with activity.
Countless figures burst from their shelters, some hastily dressing, some clutching wands, some staring around in fear.
Children’s cries, women’s screams, men’s shouts intertwined; the entire tribe was in chaos.
The three elders rushed out from their huts almost simultaneously.
Green Vine’s face was grim, those cloudy eyes intently focused on the surrounding sand wall: "This is...Earth Magic!"
Green Leaf tightly gripped her wand, body trembling slightly: "Who is it? Who is it?"
Blossom didn’t speak, but she raised her wand, a faint green glow starting to emerge around her.
Red Crown ignored them. He raised his head, eyes scanning the sand walls; too high, too thick.
With ordinary tribesmen’s abilities, it was impossible to climb over.
"Everyone, stay calm!" he ordered sternly, "Gather together, don’t spread out!"
His voice quelled the chaos in the tribe, and those frightened tribesmen reflexively began to gather centrally.
At that moment, a cold silhouette drifted down from the night sky.
Vera.
She hovered in mid-air, and countless thick brambles surged from the space behind her.
The brambles were deep purple, covered with sharp backward-facing spikes, each as thick as an arm, twisting and stretching in the night sky, like just-awoken venomous snakes.
Red Crown’s eyes narrowed.
He didn’t speak, only tightened his grip on the wand, verdant light beginning to emerge around him.
But before he could act, three figures simultaneously leapt from the tribe’s three directions.
Leon charged towards the east, silver-white Fighting Spirit igniting around him, like a falling meteor.
Edmond rushed southeast, a brilliant light forming at the tip of his wand.
Duke stood on the yellow sand revealing himself, his gaze locked onto Elder Green Vine on the west side.
He lifted his hand, countless sand streams surged around him, transforming into dozens of sharp sand blades, firing towards Elder Green Vine.
Elder Green Vine’s face changed, raising his wand, a shield woven of vines instantly formed before him.
In the distance, Vera and Red Crown’s battle had erupted.
The purple brambles struck frantically like living creatures, each blow carrying power enough to pierce rock.
Red Crown’s wand wielded, countless vines erupted from the ground, entangling with the brambles.
The entire tribe plunged into chaos.
...
The battle ended quicker than anticipated.
Duke hovered mid-air, standing on yellow sand, surrounded by slowly rotating dark-golden sand streams, like an indomitable fortress.
Beside him, a giant sand spike pierced through Elder Green Vine’s body, suspending him twenty meters high.
This Level 2 elder’s wand was already snapped in half, fallen to the ground.
His eyes remained open, filled with disbelief and confusion.
Until his end, he hadn’t touched a single piece of Duke’s clothing.
The vines he summoned were helpless against the sand, his proud entangling spells never caught the figure weaving through the sand streams, his final desperate spells not even breaching Duke’s sand wall.