Before the island assault, Rowan sent Ellen and numerous scouts to conduct a thorough reconnaissance of the surrounding coast.
The coastline was deserted, just as Rowan had seen.
Mist shrouded the rainforest within, surrounded by oaks and palms.
To be safe, Rowan did not let the scouts venture farther inland to investigate.
Two hours of preparation yielded no concrete information.
The only thing they could confirm was that this isolated island was the key to sustaining the mist.
To break the stalemate, they had to land and fight.
With thick fog blanketing the island, deploying a large force would put them at a serious disadvantage.
At the meeting before the assault, their opinions hardly differed. Everyone agreed that sending a small force ashore would be safer.
For once, Lord Ashvane did not argue with Rowan, leaving Rowan feeling rather thrown off.
When it came to what truly mattered, the old fellow still had some sense. That alone put him far ahead of Lord Stormsong.
"I suggest we put Rowan in command of this island assault. I know some of you have your reservations about him, but as one of Kul Tiras's outstanding young talents, his exceptional abilities and achievements are plain for all to see. At critical moments, he adapts quickly and responds well. Besides, both Archmages in the landing force are his subordinates, so coordination certainly won't be a problem," Lord Ashvane proposed.
Rowan had just picked out a commander for the landing force and was thinking up an excuse, only for Lord Ashvane to land a heavy blow first.
The old fox certainly knew his tricks. That move caught Rowan completely off guard.
I'm an ordinary person who doesn't even qualify as a Class Practitioner. Wouldn't I just be dead weight in an island assault?
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