Suddenly, Lu Yang frowned. There was something he could not figure out. Logically, if today's great battle was a decisive joint assault by the Eight Greatest Guilds against Harreken and Claudio, both sides would surely have deployed their main forces nearby.
In other words, first, neither side's hinterland would have many high-level players right now. A surprise attack on an important stronghold could yield enormous profits.
Second, if the two sides were going to fight, especially in a stronghold siege battle like this, they would certainly need trebuchets. Those trebuchets had to be assembled in advance. At their transport speed, it would take roughly six hours to travel from one stronghold to another, but that was still better than spending an entire day assembling them.
Furthermore, a battle involving millions of people could easily last six hours, or even a full day and night. So, if a decisive battle were to take place at Wealth Stronghold, then at least four of the Eight Greatest Guilds' trebuchet legions would be lying in ambush along the road between Wealth Stronghold and Sand Lizard Stronghold.
Lu Yang felt that he might be about to make a fortune, but there was still one unresolved question. Why had Ma Jingming, the vice guild leader, not told him about something as significant as the Eight Greatest Guilds luring Harreken and Claudio into a trap?
Of course, there was another possibility: Ma Jingming's side had already shut off their communicators. According to protocol, before a major battle, all participants had to disable all chat tools. If he had done so, he probably could not send Lu Yang a message either.
Logically, Ma Jingming would not betray him. Ma Jingming had already helped him set up Olma, and if Olma found out, he would never let Ma Jingming