Mage Legend-Chapter 847 - 62: Step 3

Wislin stared at the map, his eyebrows tightly furrowed. Lynch stood beside him, smiling as he waited. After a moment, Wislin struck his palm with his fist excitedly and said, "Haha Lynch! I finally found your limits in wisdom; you still make mistakes in leading troops." He pointed to a place called Hundred Stones Beach and said, "If there's no troop here, your plan isn't foolproof!"

"There's nothing absolutely foolproof in the world," Lynch said. "But you're wrong. That place is reserved for you, Wislin. Ever since Pastan appeared from the north, his status in the army has been rising. If you can strike the enemy hard here, then…"

Wislin shook his hand, his expression turning serious. "Lynch, thank you for your kindness. You've been helping us, your companions. Littlefinger's influence in their temple is growing, and Morgan has become a hero for the dwarves, gaining territories. The help for the elves probably has a lot to do with Anna as well. I thank you, we all thank you. However, what I need isn't status within the Knights' Order."

"If you're worried about the soldiers under you suffering casualties, I can provide you with reinforcements," Lynch said. "As long as you ask, no matter the creature or powerhouse, I can summon them here. Even if you request an army of angels, I can do that for you!"

"That's a good idea, especially for the victory banquet after the war," Wislin smiled. "But Lynch, I must still refuse you. Not for any other reason, but because of you."

"Me?" Lynch was a bit puzzled.

"The things you've been doing lately seem like you're planning to leave the Anriel World, making your final farewells." The knight clasped the mage's shoulder and said slowly, "You want to ensure we're all living well before you go, right? I'm telling you, we will live well, but we'd prefer if you stayed."

Lynch frowned, and the Eye of Insight fixed on the knight's eyes. He saw the same concern and friendship in Anna's eyes, and the mage slowly nodded. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Ultimately, Wislin declined Lynch's help but instead informed Pastan and Knight Macken of the situation. Knight Macken nodded approvingly, finally affirming Wislin's selfless dedication and fearless knight spirit. He revealed his true form to the young knight and told Wislin his true identity,

Compared to the honor and happiness Wislin received, the giant snake sunk deeper into the pit of despair.

"Lynch has recovered his power, Lynch has recovered his power, he has recovered…" For a long time, this sentence echoed in the giant snake's mind, preventing him from sleeping. Despite being heavily guarded by elite guards, he still felt unsafe, afraid that Lynch would lift his tent like a specter and float in from outside. If the giant snake could think calmly, he might be able to face his already failed situation. Then he could lead the entire Snake-man army back to the southern swamps and live peacefully.

Unfortunately, he had been consumed by madness and delusion, mistaking unrealistic visions for reality. The original giant snake never cared about victories as small as occupying a village; now, even successfully eliminating a caravan gave him the illusion he still had a chance—an excuse for self-intoxication.

The Snake-man army advanced south, "unstoppable." The villages and small groups of soldiers along the way had already been evacuated, regrouping into the multiracial allied forces to prepare for a final blow. In the giant snake's eyes, this turned into a sign of the enemy fleeing helter-skelter, with victory within reach. "Perhaps Lynch hasn't recovered his power, and that's just a facade created by the enemy," he told himself. "Otherwise, why hasn't the mage appeared?"

The Snake-man army had moved far from their base but had no worries about supplies. On one hand, they could eat almost anything, and their vitality was stronger than goblins and beastmen; on the other, the giant snake gradually repaired the damaged Black Teleportation Stones along the way. After being struck by the All-Knowing Tower's commando raid, these things were in a state of neglect.

Black and red military banners stretched for miles, traversing through the hilly terrain in the central Haisas. Like a hot volcanic flow, they covered and destroyed everything in their path. Outside this military front, the armies of humans, elves, and dwarves quietly surrounded and trapped the Snake-men in a large net.