Counterattack (Part One)

The Elf Throwing Vehicle was a perfect weapon for battle formations. Just imagine firing a few shots as enemy cavalry charged—enough to send ten thousand heavily armored riders fleeing in terror.

And if your forces fired a few level shots at the enemy's position before charging, the results would be almost too satisfying to imagine.

Unfortunately, Renard knew that the conditions of battle greatly limited the Elf Throwing Vehicle's usefulness.

It was only suitable for fighting on plains. In the mountains or forests, there was little room for it to be effective.

Fortunately, he knew how to be content and wasn't discouraged by this.

By the time he finished exchanging for everything he needed, the moon was directly overhead. He checked the time and saw that two hours had passed in the blink of an eye.

He forced himself to stay alert and distributed all the items he'd exchanged for.

When he checked the time again, it was two in the morning.

Renard was suddenly exhausted. He dragged himself back to his tent and fell fast asleep.

He didn't know how long had passed when the thunder of cannon fire jolted him awake.

Renard's head was pounding, clearly from lack of sleep. He took out his pocket watch and saw that the hands pointed to half past two in the morning.

He couldn't help but curse. "What the hell!"

Epic Warriors were in excellent physical condition. Even four hours of sleep a day could keep them alert, but who could stand being woken after only half an hour?

Especially someone like Master Lei, who advocated for eight hours of sleep. He'd never known the misery of sleep deprivation.

He forced himself to drink two bottles of restorative potion, grabbed his weapon, and walked out of the tent.

By then, the