A War Hanging in the Balance!

"Just Merlin? Niske, you attacked him yourself last time and still failed to kill him. Can you guarantee you'll kill him this time?"

Ancestor Hanla's gaze was cold, and his tone made his displeasure clear.

Niske felt helpless. Ancestor Hanla was dissatisfied with him, but he could hardly blame him. He was a mighty Middle Ancestor Grade Rock Clan warrior, yet he had failed to kill a Spellcaster who was not even Legendary.

Still, Niske felt wronged. He answered cautiously, "Ancestor, Merlin is unusual. I failed to kill him last time, and I can't guarantee it this time either. If you're determined to deal with him, you must send someone stronger than me to make certain of it!"

"Stronger than you? That would mean an Upper Ancestor Grade Rock Clan warrior. But the Spellcasters are watching the few we brought to the front closely. If one suddenly disappears, Santo will suspect something. It seems we'll have to bring in an Upper Ancestor Grade warrior they haven't seen before."

Countless thoughts raced through Ancestor Hanla's mind before he made his decision. To kill Merlin for good, he could not repeat his earlier mistake. This time, he would leave nothing to chance.

"That's enough. None of us will go to the front for now. We'll wait until everything is ready, then drive the Spellcasters back in one blow!"

Ancestor Hanla waved the Rock Clan warriors away. Then he slowly closed his eyes and began summoning another powerful Upper Ancestor Grade warrior.

In the castle hall, joy showed on the faces of the Legendary Mages.

This was the first time they had felt so excited since the War of Civilizations began. Even the Great Legendaries had been weighed down by uncertainty. No one knew when the war would end.

Worse, the Spellcasters