The Cruel Battlefield

Chapter 483: The Cruel Battlefield

"So..."

Saladin withdrew his finger. "They can only gamble—gamble that the defensive line holds, gamble that we will not find their hidden location too quickly."

He swept his gaze across the room. Beneath the burial cloth, the corner of his mouth seemed to curl into a cold arc.

"Then how should we respond to these 'expectations'?"

After a brief silence, a Level 7 Wizard from the Chaos Cult spoke with faint excitement.

"Take the initiative. Find their hidden location and destroy it before they can complete their trump card!"

"Correct, but not entirely." Saladin slowly shook his head. "Finding the hidden location is necessary, but directly sending in a large army to storm it carries too much risk... Who knows how many traps and defenses those old foxes have arranged in their hideout?"

"If we become bogged down there, and the main force on the Noren Workshop defensive line takes the chance to strike out, we will be trapped fighting on two fronts."

He paused, then revealed the real plan.

"My proposal is—operate on two fronts."

"First, assign some Level 6 Wizards to lead low- and mid-level forces in carrying out 'harassing attacks' on the Noren Workshop defensive line every day. There are three purposes. One: draw their attention and make them think we are still fixated on breaking through from the front. Two: do not let them rest easy; continuously drain their energy and resources. Three: constantly observe changes within the defensive line, in case they secretly move troops or play some other trick."

"Second, and most importantly: mobilize elite Level 5 and Level 6 Wizards into scouting squads, using our current position as the center and searching outward in a radial pattern."

Saladin's finger traced sector after sector across the battlefield map.

"Assign