Fire Attack, Part Two

Renard had no intention of consulting the natives about setting the mountain ablaze. It didn't take a genius to know they'd be vehemently opposed. Who would willingly let their home be burned to the ground?

Of course, he wasn't planning to set the mountain on fire outright. That would only cause more trouble if the natives found out.

So the best option was to stage an accidental fire.

At dusk, two thousand soldiers split into twenty groups. Each man carried dozens of bottles of alcohol as they made their way toward the mountain where the demons were.

The mountain paths were rugged, and it took them nearly six hours to reach their respective destinations.

The soldiers fought back the urge to gulp down the alcohol and poured it into the bushes and over the ancient, rotten trees, their faces aching with the loss.

In an instant, the heavy smell of alcohol spread everywhere.

In such an environment, people felt dizzy, as if they were drunk.

That showed just how potent the alcohol was.

The night was utterly silent, with only the occasional chirp of insects or birds.

The demons on patrol caught the smell of alcohol drifting on the wind, but they had no idea what it was or where it came from. In the end, they let the matter drop.

Three Babar Demon commanders sat in a cave, chatting about recent events.

One of the Babar Demon commanders said, "That human kid named Renard is pretty impressive. He actually defeated General Manolo's projection."

The second Babar Demon commander looked disdainful. "He just got lucky. If General Manolo had come in person, killing him would've taken no more than a wave of his hand."

The third Babar Demon commander pursed his lips and said, "Either way, that human does have