Sarajael Takes the Field

"Target spotted!"

Beneath the cover of the True Red Mist, a Sea Race scout hurriedly reported.

Flying Fish Harkin snatched the periscope from his hands and carefully observed the situation to confirm it.

"Strange. Only the Earth Native leader has appeared on the battlefield. The other Awakened haven't joined the fight."

Flying Fish Harkin frowned. "Facing the orc army alone... isn't he afraid of exhausting too much of his strength and getting killed by His Highness the Prince when the real battle begins?"

Pike, the Tiger Shark Sea Race warrior beside him, mused, "Is it possible that his defense is simply incredibly powerful? Even without using Class Energy for defense, those stupid, clumsy orcs can't break through it?"

"That's possible!" Na Bo Gang spoke. "This guy could withstand my Profound Truth Skill head-on. Even that fool Gordon is nowhere close."

"Your Highness, according to the intelligence we've gathered, the Earth Native leader's King-Rank Purple Equipment has tremendous growth potential. Whether attacking or Blocking, it can provide lasting growth bonuses! I don't think we can wait any longer," Flying Fish Harkin said.

Na Bo Gang narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly. "I know. Though that little bit of growth in his attributes isn't enough to determine the outcome of the battle, it's better to act sooner rather than later. Don't join the siege. Just help me clear some space!"

"Yes."

The Sea Race warriors answered in unison.

"To avoid interference from the natives, I'll also need to persuade Sarajael to take the field and help me hold off the natives' peak experts." Na Bo Gang still feared Academy Head Bosh's strength. A powerhouse of that caliber clearly required Sarajael to deal with personally.

"Will Lord Sarajael... listen to your suggestion?" Flying Fish Harkin asked with some concern.

"This was the plan