"So that was it. I understand," Yellow Mane Lord said, nodding with great "tact," then taking a step back, intending to fade into the background and become invisible.
You fight if you want to fight. I never said I would. None of you even asked whether I agreed. This works out fine too—I'll have something to say for myself afterward.
Yellow Mane Lord began calculating its little schemes. It had heard that the four old trees of Thorn Ridge had all been wiped out by Great Immortal Green Ox.
Even if they joined forces, they would probably only manage a draw against Strange Wolf.
And with just the six of them? Seven?
They had a chance of winning, but it would definitely be a bitter battle. With bad luck, they could even lose.
"Yellow Mane, what do you say?"
Yet how could Yellow Mane's shifty little gaze escape Strange Wolf's eyes? Strange Wolf immediately fixed it with a blazing stare, demanding that it state its position.
"I shall follow Lord Strange Wolf's lead in all things," Yellow Mane Lord could only say, giving Strange Wolf plenty of face while still not actually stating its own position.
As for Strange Wolf, it had not given Yellow Mane any face from beginning to end. Seizing the opening, it said, "Excellent. Then you shall join them in taking the vanguard."
"T-take the vanguard?" Yellow Mane Lord was dumbfounded.
How the hell did I end up taking the vanguard? I was just being polite, damn it. Polite, understand?
The corners of Strange Wolf's mouth curled slightly. "For this surprise attack, you will form an array and surround them from all sides. I will hold the rear and wait for an opportunity to kill them with a single blow."
The demons' expressions shifted slightly upon