Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 1008 - 602: Deploying Troops and Generals_3

Chapter 1008: Chapter 602: Deploying Troops and Generals_3

"General, I just saw that the line you drew was not straight, but a broken curve. Is it a mistake, or is this to be executed exactly as such?" The questioner was General Carl, the commander of the Limb Severing Vanguard, who was promoted from within when the Vanguard was formed.

This man hailed from West Gate City, a volunteer who defected to ally with the Conqueror Army. His condition upon joining the Conquerors was not just abject, it was deplorable. He did not arrive of his own volition but was smuggled in a barrel containing manure.

His appearance had shocked many, revealing what a human swine looked like in the legends: limbs amputated, eyes gouged out, voice ruined, leaving only one ear with which to hear. Ironically, he was a Quasi-Legendary Warrior, just a step away from becoming a Legendary figure.

The reason for his plight was naturally because he had crossed the path of the Mask of Dark Night, the current puppet master behind West Gate City. Originally a renowned wealthy man in West Gate City, his family controlled the City Defense Army. He not only refused Mask of Dark Night’s bribe but also repeatedly disrupted their dark dealings, enraging the Night King to personally lead an assault. Not only did the Night King drain the blood of all his family members before his eyes, turning them into Vampire servants, but also reduced him to a mutilated remnant, with only an ear left to hear the Mask of Dark Night’s terrifying rule over West Gate City.

He was thrown at the gates of the city he once guarded, lingering on the brink of death like a barely breathing dog for a full decade. The only thing that kept him alive was his Hatred.

His survival until now was not due to any pity from the citizens of West Gate City - most did not dare approach him. Rather, the Mask of Dark Night needed him alive as a warning to a hundred others, a spectacle for those who thought to defy the Mask of Dark Night’s orders.

Under normal circumstances, he would die at the city gates of West Gate City on a cold night, filled with endless anger and Hatred.

The arrival of the Conqueror Army changed his fate.

Previously, no one had rescued him, not because he had truly become completely isolated, but because no one dared offer him sanctuary; to do so would have meant opposing the Mask of Dark Night, facing an unending stream of assassination attempts.

The Conqueror Army turned the Giant Dragon Coast upside down without care for offending the Mask of Dark Night.

The opponents of the Mask of Dark Night in West Gate City used every means at their disposal to secretly transport him out of the city overnight, escorting him to the Conqueror Army. The hardships they endured and the cunning battles they fought with the Mask of Dark Night during the process were unknown to Gaven and the others.

Only knowing that when the Mask of Dark Night learned of Carl’s delivery to the Conqueror Army, not only did they send assassins to kill him repeatedly, but they also initiated a new purge in West Gate City. The number implicated rose to the hundreds. It was said that at the gates of West Gate City, at the spot where Carl had previously been disposed of, there was now a new human swine, no longer left to rot, but caged and guarded round the clock by rotating shifts.

Over this, Carl felt a hatred so intense he nearly ground his teeth to dust, yet he was powerless to do anything.

West Gate City was now surely at its most heavily guarded moment in time; it was impossible to replicate the rescue operation and liberate another person unless the Conqueror Army could take the entire city. And even if the Conqueror Army were willing to attack a city for a single individual, a person left mutilated at the city gates, it was unlikely they would survive the chaos of battle.

To Gaven, Carl’s existence was a treasure. He had not only the capability and influence, but also a deep-seated Hatred towards the Mask of Dark Night and all the Dark Forces within the Giant Dragon Coast. As long as they opposed the Mask of Dark Night, he would firmly stand by Gaven and the Conqueror Army.

Assigning him to form the Limb Severing Vanguard was the best decision. He did not disappoint Gaven. Despite being reduced to a deaf-mute human swine for over a decade, he had not become completely worthless. On the contrary, he became more prudent, calm, and meticulous than the average person, and also more peculiar.

"General Carl, your observation is as meticulous as ever," Gaven praised sincerely. "This is by design, not an error. When you’re fixing the path, make as wide an arc as possible. Aim for the middle of the Wild Border River in the first half, then bend towards the direction of Far Sea Marsh. Don’t make it too obvious, keep it natural."

"Understood," Carl did not probe further, as this pertained to future tactical considerations, which were not his to question too closely.

The path might very well be a decoy, a tactic to concentrate enemy forces. Whether they would truly take this route or not remained an uncertainty.

"Any other questions?"

"No more."

"Good. Take up your responsibilities. Let’s solidify the foundation for the imminent glorious victory," Gaven commanded with emphasis.

"Victory is ours." Everyone pounded their chests and saluted, then slowly dispersed.