Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 983 - 594 Cunning Plan_2

Chapter 983: Chapter 594 Cunning Plan_2

Giant Dragon Coast’s Dark Forces had united at an unprecedented speed. Officially, it was led by the Mask of Dark Night from West Gate, but behind the scenes, the Dark Castle was helping to fan the flames. The goal was to drive the Conqueror Army out from there and affect their development layout in that area.

Thus, the Dark Forces of the Giant Dragon Coast had a clear understanding of the intelligence regarding the Conqueror Army,—everything Dark Castle knew about the information, including the speculations previously made by Mickros. Simmon had already reached the same conclusions half a month ago when the Conqueror Army advanced to the Giant Plains.

Even the plans decided by the Sambiyan Business Council, yet to be implemented, had already been delivered to Simmon’s desk.

The Santarin Association was known as the Dark Intelligence Network for good reason. Their sources were so well-connected that in Felen, no one dared to claim they were better.

Mickros attempting to use speculations and intelligence to persuade Simmon was purely like an amateur playing a master’s game, and it was only natural for them to be completely manipulated.

The Troll Kingdom on the Giant Plains had already proven with its failure that the Monster Tribe alone was not enough to defeat the Conqueror Army.

Not to mention whether the monster legions they had organized in the Goblin Margins would be as formidable as those from the Troll Kingdom, the Conqueror Army was no longer the same army that had previously been in the Giant Plains. Their human resources, material resources, and financial power in the Giant Dragon Coast had at least doubled.

To defeat such an enemy, one would need an absolute numerical advantage, such as hundreds of thousands of monster troops.

Given a few months, Goste was confident that with the operations the Dark Castle had established over the years, he could achieve this. Now, with only a few days at hand, organizing a monster legion comparable to the Conqueror Army was quite remarkable.

"Who said we wanted to be enemies with the Conqueror Army?" The response to Goste wasn’t from Simmon, but a cold female voice. A graceful figure stepped out from Simmon’s shadow—a pure-blooded Moon Elf, stunningly beautiful, wearing the same style of black mage robe as Simmon, although she wore it with a sense of an evening gown. Her beautifully curved back was completely exposed, a wide belt sparkling with gems not only perfectly accentuated her slender waist but also made her chest appear exceptionally firm. Her every move exuded not the typical elf-like tranquility and coldness, but a confident elegance characteristic of a human high lady.

"Greetings, my lady." Goste hurriedly bowed deeply. "I am dull-witted, please enlighten me."

Only outsiders like Mickros who didn’t understand the internal workings of the Dark Castle would consider Goste as the second-in-command. The insiders knew that this lady before them, named Ashmi, who was nominally Simmon’s student but also his mistress and dark assistant, was the true second-in-command.

Many tasks unsuitable for Simmon himself were carried out by her, and she had won Simmon’s deep trust.

"The current scale of the Conqueror Army is simply too large, even with our intervention, the chances of completely defeating them are less than 30%, and on the contrary, it would cost us many years of operations," the light flickering in Ashmi’s eyes was eerily similar to Simmon’s, betraying a deep-seated slyness. "Since we cannot fight them, we must fully utilize their strength to our advantage. Kurgor and her Royal Court have a significant impact on our layouts at the Goblin Margins."

"My lord is thinking of taking the opportunity to fully eliminate the Lizard Queen’s Court!" Enlightenment dawned upon Goste, who was simply slow on the uptake rather than truly foolish.

"That is the initial plan," Ashmi gave him a look that said he wasn’t utterly hopeless and continued, "We will have to see how the situation develops. We’ll be like the War King, always standing by the side of the victors."

Implicitly, if that fat dragon gained an advantage in the battle, they would join as allies in the conflict and together crush the Conqueror Army forever in the Goblin Margins.

If the Lizard Queen’s forces were routed, that would be an excellent opportunity for them to slay the dragon; if she was defeated by the Conqueror Army, then things would be even simpler. They could directly take over her territory.

"The strategizing of the lord and lady is indecipherable to someone like me," Goste expressed his sincere admiration. "This indeed is the wisest choice. Yet if the Lizard Queen is indeed defeated by the Conqueror Army, relying solely on those ordinary monster troops, it’s feared they wouldn’t be able to penetrate deeply into Tun Marsh."

Those who have never been to the marsh could never imagine the dangers lurking within. The danger partly stems from the unique environment—the seemingly bottomless pits of floating marsh are but the most well-known; many seemingly safe areas, once entered, become inescapable traps, quickly turning intruders into fresh corpses. The reasons for death are varied—could be asphyxiation from marsh gas or a virulent plague virus, and every marsh is a breeding ground for new viruses.

As for the hunters lurking in the marsh, they are numerous. Only a minority is known to people, and most never know what their enemy was, as they often hide in the water or muddy ground, and even the mosquitoes here are more ferocious than in other regions. When they swarm towards a creature, it’s almost certain that the creature will soon turn into a corpse drained of blood.