473 Cannon Fodder (1/2)
”Damn it…”
Lazart's expression kept worsening as Yass explained everything, a vein started twitching on his forehead. He really hadn't expected Yass to actually charge into this disaster. He roared, upset, ”Do you know what you did? Before I left I repeatedly warned you to not let it go to your head and not mobilize the troops without my command…”
Lazart was truly mad, his finger was almost poking Yass' nose. It was clear that this Prophet was extremely angry.
How could he not be.
None of the elite Wolf-Riders had been able to escape, Yass was the only survivor. And that cavalry unit was a great part of the force stationed in the Ghost Valley, such a huge loss would have an impact on the Thawing Fire Tribe's forces.
Even if he doted on Yass, he couldn't help reprimanding him this time...
Most importantly, this matter was very serious, even if Lazart was one of the exalted Six Great Prophets of the Thawing Fire Tribe, a loss of a thousand Wolf-Riders was very hard to account for.
”Teacher, I, I… I made a mistake. But, those humans are too crafty, they obviously had only five hundred Great Mages and a few High Mages, yet a few dozen formidable High Mages suddenly appeared…”
Yass was pale, it was the first time he had seen his teacher so angry, and he was really panicking at this moment. He was looking at Lazart with a fearful expression.
”Enough! Shut your mouth!”
Lazart ruthlessly glanced at Yass, before remaining silent. He clearly knew that since it had escalated to this stage, there was no point in remaining angry. The crucial point was looking for a way to solve this issue. No matter what, Yass was the disciple he was proud of. Although he made a mistake this time and cost the tribe a huge loss, as his teacher, he had to help sort this mess.
If the tribe punished him, Yass would definitely be done for...
Thinking of this, Lazart's expression eased up a bit. He looked at Yass and said with a grave tone, ”Get back and reflect!”
After Yass left, Lazart let out a deep sigh, worry visible on his face. Sorting this mess wouldn't be easy...
The loss was disastrous, a thousand Wolf-Riders had been exterminated and Lazart wouldn't be able to explain if there were no results, he would end up being severely punished. But if he could get a control over the Ghost Valley, he would be able to recoup the losses.
This plan appeared in Lazart's heart...
But, the difficulty in carrying out such a plan was pretty high, after all, the battle over the Ghost Valley had been in a deadlock for countless years, without domineering power, it would be very difficult to thoroughly control the Ghost Valley.
'It looks like I can only let him make a move…'
Lazart sighed once again, it looked like he had made up his mind as he got up and left his dwelling. After some time, he arrived at a hidden location.
He chanted a long and profound sentence in Ancient Beastman. As he chanted, the dark red runes on his body fiercely flickered, followed by the earth shaking.
...
At this time, the fierce battle near the Ghost Valley had finished. The legion of mages roamed the battlefield, burning the Raging Flame Beastmen's bodies while checking their spoils of war.
Everything was proceeding in an orderly manner.
Lin Yun stood in the middle of the camp, looking at the busy mages. Almost everyone had happy expressions on their faces, after all, the losses had been minimal while they greatly weakened the power of the Thawing Fire Tribe.
As for Thorne who was standing on the side, he had a very sour expression, and it was worsening as his gaze swept through those High Mages busy cleaning the battlefield.
He had originally come to the camp to make discreet inquiries as to the origins of those fifty High Mages, but the young mage gave him a half-hearted answer, not really answering his question. When the Thawing Fire Tribe attacked the camp, he didn't hesitate and participated in the battle, naturally not to assist the young mage, but to inspect the battlefield and observe these High Mages and see if he could find some details which would confirm that those High Mages were members of the Black Tower...