On a bright, sunny day, Hudson led a team of more than two hundred people aboard a Giant Dragon transport aircraft and swaggered off on their expedition.
Obviously, they were taking advantage of the Beastfolk's lack of top-tier experts. At Maxim's current altitude, nothing below could be seen with the naked eye.
With a magical barrier concealing them as well, even Holy Domain experts could be fooled if they were not paying attention.
"Marshal, isn't this the wrong direction? It doesn't match the location marked on the map."
Robert asked in confusion.
As both a mage and an Arcanist, he had always possessed a strong sense of direction. Robert was certain that the Giant Dragon was not heading toward any of the targets.
"It's not wrong. This is the right direction. Maxim is a frequent visitor to the grasslands and knows the locations of the Beastfolk's major races like the back of his hand. How could he be wrong?
"Relax. We'll reach our destination in a few hours."
Hudson said with a chuckle.
There was no way they could have taken the wrong route. If a Giant Dragon lost its way in flight, it would be laughed at for thousands of years.
The reason it did not match the markings on the map was that Hudson had made a last-minute decision to change the target before the operation began.
Knowing full well that the Beastfolk had released three targets as a trap, yet still leading his team straight into the pit—wasn't that an insult to Marshal Hudson's intelligence?
Since they could not determine the location of the Beastfolk Sacred Land of Inheritance, he could simply stop trying. He only needed to strike hard at the Four Great Royal Clans.
Even if the Beastfolk obtained the inheritance, it would take time