Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

Chapter 763 - Retreat

Doaf and Amera were fighting side to side at a far point from his earlier position. It took him nearly fifteen minutes to reach them.

Most of the time was lost in evading the fights as possible. He didn't want to get entangled with anything around, not right now.

"I have urgent news," as he got near the two, he shouted even before reaching them. They weren't alone, as they were considered the leaders of such an army.

So they were tightly surrounded by a group of one hundred elites of the cauldron clan. Arthur was already well known to most of the mages here, so they didn't stop him.

Yet to get to the two he had to fight. The enemies didn't let the two move around the battlefield freely like this.

They were considered the leaders of this army, making them a hot target for all lycans.

"Help him," Amera shouted before a group of bronze giant images accompanied him with cauldron mages.

"Finally," he took a deep breath before turning his head around, "it's much more intense here than other places."

"We have to handle their best," Doaf said before Amera shot her spear out.

"What do you want," Amera returned again fast while adding with urgency, "in war there is no time to talk."

"We fell into their trap," Arthur got into the point from the start. His words made the two and some others around have a sudden change in their faces.

"What do you mean?" Doaf asked.

"They are sending many to stop us, isn't it a bit suspicious?" Arthur didn't throw what he knew at once, instead he tried to make them see what he saw.

The two exchanged silent glances before Amera spoke:

"We already sniffed a distinct smell here."

"But we couldn't reach any conclusion," Doaf said.

"I have one," Arthur instantly added, "they are trying to trap us here while destroying the shield."

"The shield? I hardly can believe it," Amera said in disagreement, "all I can say is that the shield isn't something normal mages can handle. It's one of the grandmaster's prideful acts."

"But given the fact that Aemie is entangled forcibly with mutiny back at the city," Arthur slowly said as he knew he hit the hard spot he anticipated before coming here, "so if anything happened to that shield she won't be able to fix it in time."

Doaf seemed hesitant yet Amera seemed not to buy what he said. "That's simply impossible! The grandmaster used some unique technique to activate the shield. No one is able to crush it!"

"And no one is able to force the hands of the grandmasters," Arthur slowly added, "yet here we are. This isn't the time to act high and aloof, we need to think of the worst to evade any disaster."

"But..."

"We need to consider this," Doaf stopped her before adding, "at least these lycans are acting weird, we can all agree on that, right?"

His words helped to silence Amera before she asked:

"If I said I believed you, then can you tell me where we should move?"

Doaf gave her a deep glance without saying a single word. He knew what she said was correct and even if they knew the presence of such a scheme, without knowing its place then knowing that wouldn't help.

"You don't think we will wander around the entire world looking for whoever is about to do such an impossible feat," Amera added, "do you even know how vast our world is? It's at least ten times bigger than any world you ever went to!"

"I have an idea," Arthur didn't take her words to heart, "and I can point to the direction most probable having that scheme going on at."

"Probably?" Amera chuckled in a bitter tone while Doaf stopped her from resuming an unuseful argument.

"Where?" Doaf asked.

"I kept watching the battlefield for the past hour," Arthur didn't directly answer and started to explain the logic behind his deduction first. "Most of the lycans swarmed at us from all directions but two..."

"One is the city, right?" Amera seemed to start taking what he was saying a bit seriously, "what about the other one?"

"At that direction," he pointed towards the northern-east, "all the lycans here are also weak. There are many, tens of thousands perhaps, yet they aren't any rival to our forces."

"We noticed that," Doaf nodded in agreement.

"My guess is all the elites were called back towards that direction. I also believe they sent all the cannon fodders they could abandon and threw them at us to pin us here."

"You think that direction held the answer to such a weird act?" Amera asked in doubt, "what if it's another trap?"

"Well, at least we will gather more intel while fighting," Arthur simply shrugged, "anything is way better than just standing here and waiting for a miracle or good luck."

His words were met by a silence from the other two. "I'm going to seek the truth, better with friends and allies rather than alone," he finally added while inclining that this decision wasn't negotiable.

At least for him.

"Sigh, why do you alway love to make things complicated?" Doaf shook his head in helplessness, "no matter where you go, we will follow the lead of our young master."

As he got the approval from Doaf and his group, Amera and the cauldron mages remained.

If it was up to him he wouldn't wait for her decision and start flying away. However the main forces here were fighting under her banner, he couldn't risk losing such allies at such critical timing.

"Alright," she finally nodded, "let's pray you aren't wrong."

"I hope so," Arthur didn't brag or act high about this. He nodded to the two before adding, "I'll deploy the order, and you need to verify it."

"What about those?" Amera waved her arm around, "we can't run with such a grand army behind."

"They won't stop pouring from every corner of the planet," Doaf spoke as he stood beside Arthur in this, "we have to accept that risk."