Because of the relatively chaotic state of the Weave on Moonshadow Island, Li Wei was not particularly certain how far the northern front had progressed when he said this.
There was an element of painting a grand feast in the sky.
But the northern front was indeed the core of the Northlands' three great powers' battle plan. It was an established fact, an arrow already on the bowstring and a nail driven into the board, bound to erupt sooner or later and affect the situation on Moonshadow Island.
So, strictly speaking, the grand feast Li Wei had laid out did not count as fraud.
After all, even if they dealt with Cowell's natives, they would still need time for pre-war preparations, wouldn't they?
By then, no matter how ineffectual the Silvermoon Federation was, it ought to have made some move.
But perhaps even Li Wei himself had not expected that the Silvermoon Federation, which he saw as bloated in its governing structure and relatively sluggish in response, would display extraordinary initiative in this campaign against Luskan.
Almost as soon as Li Wei and the others landed on Moonshadow Island, the Silvermoon Federation's vast Silvermoon Knights had already crossed the Evermoors and arrived outside Minas Tirith.
At their head was an old acquaintance of Li Wei's: Knight Commander Jero, who had received them when Li Wei first visited Silvermoon City.
Gazing at the towering, prosperous White City before him, Knight Commander Jero was still filled with boundless emotion, even though this was not his first visit.
The Knight Commander Jero who had been barely twenty, high-spirited and strikingly handsome back then now looked every bit the weathered middle-aged man, bald on top and frost-white at the temples.
Only the helmet on his head still preserved the last shred of dignity befitting