Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 860 - 553 Reinforcements from the Valley_2

Chapter 860: Chapter 553 Reinforcements from the Valley_2

She had fought side by side with Gaven many times and had a deeper understanding of his strength. Even if he were to face off against a Legendary Spellcaster, with his plethora of abilities, holding his ground for three or two rounds wouldn’t be a problem.

If he was determined to escape, she believed that even a Legendary Spellcaster would find it difficult to stop him.

"I still think that the risks involved in this matter do not justify the rewards, and it’s not worth taking such a risk," Veranika said, aware of all that Kellysha had mentioned, yet she preferred to keep everything under her control rather than rely on such an uncontrollable gamble.

"What does Lord think?" Kellysha didn’t continue to argue with Veranika but instead turned her gaze toward Gaven; the final decision in this matter was in his hands.

"You are only considering the dangers of this matter, but have you considered why Grace would do this? What are the chances that she is sincerely defecting? During our previous talks, she was a firm supporter of Efanso, and over the years, she has contributed significantly to the development of Efanso City. According to Sarod, the Petrified Lizards’ Slave Traders Group made direct transactions with her," Gaven didn’t directly answer Kellysha’s question but raised a series of doubts instead.

"Among these evil doers, there’s no such thing as loyalty, even among mentor and disciple. Grace is the person in Efanso City who has dealt the most with us and is keenly aware of our strength. It’s very possible that after comparing strengths, she has come to believe that holding Efanso City is an impossible task, and thus, she has chosen to defect to us for the sake of her survival," Kellysha replied without a second thought.

Veranika held a different view of the matter, "Your explanation doesn’t hold water. If she was simply trying to save her own life, she could have used a Teleportation Spell to flee far away, there was no need for her to get involved in this war. In the current situation, by making secret contact with us, she is taking unprecedented risks. If found by Arms, she would face an incredibly tragic fate. I really can’t think of a reason for her to take such a risk unless, of course, this is all an elaborate trap."

"Even if it’s a trap, it can still be of value," Gaven chuckled.

"A trap also has value?" Both Veranika and Kellysha were slightly stunned, clearly not understanding what Gaven meant.

Instead of explaining directly, Gaven guided them gently, "What is our purpose in finding the secret passage to Efanso City?"

"Of course, it’s to execute a decapitation plan, to eliminate the enemy Necromancer..." Veranika paused in her speech, then had a sudden realization, "If they’re using this as bait to lure and kill Lord, we can indeed use their plan against them. We can set a counter-ambush. After all, if they set a trap, they surely won’t use common Undead Soldiers, but rather their Elite Undead, and it’s even possible that the Necromancer, Arms, and the Sage Bone Dragon might personally take part. As long as we eliminate them, Efanso City will fall without a fight."

Gaven nodded, "As long as everything is arranged properly, this task is no more difficult than entering deep into Efanso City to kill the Necromancer. We can launch a large-scale feint at Efanso City, pinning down all their common Undead Soldiers, leaving only their Elites to clash with us."

"If that’s the case, the plan does indeed have a certain feasibility," Veranika no longer persisted with her own view, "But if Lord is to meet with Grace, you cannot go alone. I will accompany you, so we can support each other."

"No," Gaven shook his head in refusal, "Although the likelihood is very low, we still have to guard against the possibility that Grace genuinely wants to defect and deliver important information to us. Perhaps they have dared to make secret contact with us precisely because they know that I can disrupt fate and am undetectable by Prophetic Magic."

"But..." Veranika wanted to argue.

Gaven waved his hand, "No buts. This is the risk we must take if we wish to turn their plan against them and secure victory. What you need to do is arrange our ambush as well as possible, ensuring that not only is my safety guaranteed if it is a trap, but also that we can annihilate the enemy’s Elite ambush and reduce the pressure on our subsequent plans."

With the commander having made the decision, all Veranika could do was carry out the implementation, "Alright, I will prepare the corresponding tactical plans immediately."

"Chief of Staff, there’s a Holy Warrior troop outside the army seeking an audience with Lord, claiming to be Lord’s friends, come to support us," a Female Mage Staff Officer reported loudly from outside the tent.

"A Holy Warrior troop? Come, you two, follow me!" Gaven could not help but reveal a genuine smile; he had guessed who it was.

He rushed to the Conqueror Army’s outskirts, and standing at the gate of the camp, he saw two flags fluttering in the wind from afar. One bore the image of a Warhammer on top of a Balance scale – the Holy Emblem of the God of Justice, Tyr. The other was embroidered with a burning silver sword on a blood-red field, symbolizing the God of War, Tempus.

Under Tyr’s battle flag, the Holy Warriors all wore shining silver Armor and rode brown warhorses; their numbers exceeded a hundred.

Under Tempus’s banner, the warriors were also uniformly clad in Armor, but these armors were covered in scars, some even stained with unwashed blood, a sign of veterans of many battles. They rode white mares, and their number was only about a dozen.