Why had they arranged for such an undisciplined, aimless, wandering organization as the Snow Bandits to roam the wasteland?
Under Dark Ape's anxious questioning, the figure in the shadows smiled and finally revealed half his face.
It was none other than Mr. Song, who had spoken with Curse Tiger earlier.
As the frontline battle advanced, humans and the alien races inevitably entered a difficult war of attrition.
Especially as frontline positions fell one after another, the humans simply abandoned the idea of fighting positional battles and switched to guerrilla warfare, striking on multiple fronts.
Today, you attack one of my positions; tomorrow, I launch a retaliatory sneak attack on your rear position.
The two sides fought back and forth. No more large-scale battles involving armies of over a hundred thousand took place, and naturally, the alien forces no longer needed human commanders.
That was because this stage depended more on endurance and the ability to overcome fortified positions. Both sides needed to gradually gain a slight advantage through round after round in the flesh-and-blood millstone.
Only when those advantages accumulated enough to alter the battle would they once again need a variable to appear.
"Why did we arrange for an undisciplined Snow Bandit organization around the Rift to become the variable in our plan? Su Mo will understand soon enough. He should even feel fortunate. This was a thoughtful arrangement made especially for him!"
Mr. Song said this with confidence.
He explained to Dark Ape the two safety nets they had prepared for their plans for the world.
"We aren't worried that he'll use violence to break through the deadlock, obtain a divine art talent, and smash through every obstacle, because that's clearly a path to certain death.
"We set up a complete network of relationships among the priests of