A switch from the inner line to the outer line?!
Alvin's move was nothing short of astonishing.
Even Gork, reckless as he was, was stunned by the plan.
He stared at the spot Alvin had pointed to. It was none other than the Iron Thorn Conspiracy Group's stronghold, where a great many nobles were gathered—the city of Soul Severing!
This was the Iron Thorn Conspiracy Group's headquarters!
And now the Forerunner intended to lead an elite force straight out of the besieged inner line at Pain's Nest, then use the Webway to strike directly at the enemy's stronghold. This was... far too dangerous!
"Forerunner, this... the risk is too great!"
Gork couldn't help speaking up. "If you're discovered, you'll be deep behind enemy lines..."
"There are no 'ifs'!" Alvin waved a hand sharply, cutting him off. "Only by taking them by surprise can we claw our way back from the brink!"
Faced with the Iron Thorn Conspiracy Group's overwhelming forces, he already knew how things would turn out.
No matter what, this was no longer an enemy that could be defeated through tactics alone. The gap between them was plain to see. The True Born Sons had superior equipment, plentiful reinforcements, heavy artillery, and air superiority. Mixed-bloods and slaves couldn't overcome all that just by being unafraid to die.
So there was only one way to win this war... learn from the ideas of their forebears!
Take control of the initiative on the battlefield!
If they couldn't win on the inner line, they would shift to the outer line and smash the Iron Thorn Conspiracy Group's stronghold!
And Alvin hadn't made such a risky decision without careful consideration.
Most of the Iron Thorn Conspiracy Group's forces were now concentrated at Pain's Nest, which meant its rear was vulnerable.
Meshal's decision