On the first day that the Luskan marshal was caught in his dilemma, Levis's force of barely over two hundred men had traveled less than eighty kilometers before brazenly ordering the warband to make camp and rest beside the road.
Across both his lives, this was the first time Levis had encountered a storm so prolonged and relentless, with all manner of natural disasters striking without cease.
They might be walking along when a landslide suddenly broke out somewhere, or a towering tree by the roadside would abruptly turn into a torch amid a thunderclap.
The road was difficult, so their speed naturally could not increase. On the other hand, they were also conserving their strength in case Luskan's main force, or some legendary powerhouse, chose to stake everything on an assassination raid.
In the previous naval battle, he had nearly played every card in his hand.
The Dauntless had been completely destroyed, and the two Iron Golems were close to being scrapped as well.
The standard-issue one had exhausted its ammunition belt and become an ordinary golem that could only fight in melee and moved sluggishly.
As for the crimson golem in Aili's hands, there was no need to mention it. That giant squid's rotten teeth had gnawed it so badly that it was nearly crippled from the waist down.
Levis simply tossed the two expensive lumps of iron into his ring, out of sight and out of mind.
Still, unlike the Dauntless, these things could be repaired through construct techniques.
Most importantly, the Large Elemental Souls were the core. Though they could be obtained from the Elemental Plane of Earth, production had never been particularly high. Mainly because there were too few "miners" with the strength to "mine" in the Elemental Plane of Earth.
When he had first