Dark Night Killing Intent

"Honestly, if it doesn't work out... let's just retreat. No point in risking our lives. Even the weakest patrol team over there has five Professionals. Neither of us are assassins. If they make a sound, and the alarm goes off... then all the Professionals in the entire camp will jump out to catch us. By then..." Kane spread his hands at Punk. "I'm not confident about being a good mouse, but I think they're definitely a pack of good cats." Kane observed helplessly. In this camp with its meticulous patrols, he couldn't find any flaws. The enemy was clearly experienced elite troops. Although the number of people assigned to patrols wasn't large, it perfectly formed a dense alert network. Right now, Punk's group was hiding behind a bush, feeling like a mouse trying to bite a turtle – nowhere to start.

"Just wait patiently. Surely some idiot in the other seven groups will get impatient!" Punk had already given up on the infiltration plan. It was almost impossible for a Mage to sneak in and set fires under the watch of a Journeyman Level Professional and four Apprentice Level Professionals. Now, Punk was waiting for the chaos created by the other teams. That was the only chance!

"I say, old man, those guys aren't stupid. How could they possibly be the 'early bird'?" Kane, bored, was already drawing circles on the ground with the armor on his finger. He was starting to lose hope for this operation!

"Boom!!!" Just as Kane finished speaking, with a massive explosion, a faint firelight began to burn near the enemy granary. Under the flickering shadows, the entire camp was like a pond that had been hit by a stone; the original peace and tranquility were instantly replaced by noise and clamor. An urgent alarm bell rang out from the camp, and the sharp alarm, like the miserable howl of some animal, tore through the entire night sky. All the soldiers and Professionals rushed in a panic towards the direction of the flames!

"Damn! Someone actually did something stupid and suicidal," Kane said, looking at the distant firelight with a dumbfounded expression. He grabbed his lance from his side, and faint battle qi began to wrap around his armor and lance like a slithering snake!

The moment Punk saw the firelight, his pupils contracted sharply. The Lesser Deflection Field was instantly activated, and at the same time, Punk layered himself with multiple defensive fields for elemental resistance.

"Do you think there are any fools among the Journeyman Level Professionals in our Konola City?" Punk asked Kane in a somber, icy tone.

"Yes~" Kane said, laughing hysterically but subtly nodding towards Put.

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"Alright, alright, don't make that deathly face. At most, there's one idiot, otherwise, I'll start questioning life itself," Kane said. Although he still had a carefree smile, the fluctuations of battle qi on his body were no longer being concealed.

"Since Lunka has set up an ironclad defense, and there won't be any 'good people' among the Professionals willing to sacrifice themselves for everyone else... then... who do you think caused this raging inferno of chaos?" Punk returned to his usual expressionless, calm demeanor. He gently touched the ruby head of his staff and then asked the question as if to himself.

"I've decided we can start running now!" Saying this with utmost seriousness, Kane leaped out of the bushes, rolled lightly on the ground, and ran into the night. At the same moment, Punk also activated Haste, moving at extreme speed with Kane towards their pre-planned retreat route.

"Sigh! Sigh, sigh, sigh~~~" Put, standing nearby, was completely bewildered. He hadn't even recovered from the joy of discovering the fire. What he was thinking was, "Follow the senior and charge into the enemy's main camp, fight my way through seven times, and then triumphantly return like a hero under the sunlight." But the reality was that after the two seniors babbled a bunch of incomprehensible words, they turned and ran, showing no heroic demeanor from any knightly novel. Watching the backs of the two as they quickly disappeared into the distance, Put almost instinctively chased after them with all his might, his heroic dream completely shattered in his heart...

Punk and Kane didn't have time to pay attention to Put, the tagalong. The only explanation for the chaos in the enemy's heavily defended camp was that it was created by themselves. Thinking of this, Punk felt an urge to curse. He had expected that the enemy, relying on their resource gap to defeat Konola City, would have fully fortified their granary defenses. Then, as long as he found a weakness, there would be a chance to complete the mission. After all, in Punk's opinion, the enemy's patrol teams were mainly composed of ordinary people. How could those arrogant Professionals be willing to do "low-level" tasks like patrolling? So, lax defenses were almost a certainty. But Punk hadn't expected Faerun's elite troops to have such strict discipline, nor did he expect that Lunka never intended to fight a protracted war from the start. They actually created chaos themselves, setting a fire "approaching the granary" to attract a large number of Professionals to attack. Now, all the less rational Professional teams had definitely taken this "great opportunity" to head towards the granary. And the granary must be hiding heavy ambushers, perhaps even expensive large-scale magic arrays. Then Lunka could capture all the Professionals gathered at the granary in one fell swoop. That would be nearly twenty Journeyman Level Professionals, equivalent to half of Konola City's military strength!

"Still not mature enough~" Punk secretly blamed himself in his heart for not thinking things through thoroughly and reminded himself to remember this lesson!

"Those guys are doomed~ If we split up, Lunka, a mere warrior, wouldn't be able to find us. Now~ hehe, a bunch of big fish are taking the bait themselves~" Kane was still acting carefree. While running at high speed, he couldn't help but sigh a couple of times. Although this speed, only slightly faster than a sports car on Earth, didn't consume much of his stamina!

"But this way, their granary is probably destroyed too. Those guys still have the ability to set a fire before they die," Punk said, his speech speeding up considerably due to the reduced resistance from Haste.

The scenery under the night sky flashed by Punk's eyes at high speed. The shadows of trees, monsters hidden in the darkness, bared their fangs and claws, letting out silent roars in the deep shadows...

Suddenly, Punk's figure abruptly stopped mid-flight. The sudden halt stirred up fine dust on the soft ground! In the dark night illuminated by the moon Gaal, Punk's eyes, flashing with azure glow, suddenly moved to the left. Without hesitation, he instantly blocked his chest with his staff!

"Clang!!!" A crisp, resonant sound came from in front of Punk. As the fiery red staff head, inlaid with a ruby, spun like a sparrow falling from a branch and landed in the dust on the ground, a dagger, flashing with a cold green light, as if about to tear through the entire night sky with a single strike, flashed past Punk's nose and vanished instantly. The fleeting green stream of light was like fine silk in the dark night, sharp and cold!

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