Chapter 190: The Bait

  After hearing Kaman's words, Tres nodded in agreement.

  To join the Big Apple City Mert Guild, the Carlisle family had paid a siderable price.

  In fact, the main purpose of developing this ruin was to plete the qualification task for joining the guild.

  As long as they successfully developed this ruin, the Carlisle family would receive the promised support vote from Crk of the Pfizer Mert Guild.

  Their ces of a successful application would greatly increase.

  There isn't a family that doesn't want to join the Big Apple City Mert Guild!

  Over 40% of the high-ranking noble families iheril Empire have already joined.

  The Carlisle family wao take it a step further; getting on this track was the best stepping stone.

  Therefore, they were determio obtain this ruin!

  The su in the west.

  The brilliant sunlight gradually faded, and the crimson moon slowly climbed into the sky.

  Without the obstru of the mist, every soldier could see that the ft Misty S had turned into a crimson hell.

  No army marder the glow of the crimson moon.

  The Carlisle family's reinfort troops, who had advanced about two-thirds of the way, arrived at a burned-down temporary camp.

  Tres had people check the safety situation.

  He specifically dispatched squads to the front and rear.

  They statiohemselves at both the east a ends of the road.

  To prevent being ambushed and caught off guard by the enemy.

  All his arras fell into Matthew's "eyes."

  It wasn't that Matthew had Yaya spy from the sky; doing so would easily alert the enemy.

  Matthew's arra was simple: have Bobo, the little murloc, go and observe openly.

  "Whether it's the Carlisle ruin camp or this reinfort troop, their anders are quite capable."

  After hearing Matthew's words, Ahought of Brown, who had been leading his troops and waiting around the camp for an opportunity to act. She smiled slightly and asked:

  "Should we deal with them first?"

  Gently rubbing his hands, Matthew nodded without hesitation and made a gesture to Ange:

  "We should pick the soft persimmon to squeeze first!"

  Those who had been waiting eagerly all showed joy in their eyes, but also a bit of nervousness, and they all ran to the rear.

  Seeing that they were preparing to act, Matthew turned his head and solemnly said to the eager Beelzebub:

  "Your task is heavy!"

  A hint of ess fshed in his eyes, and Beelzebub, bursting with fighting spirit, nodded without hesitation and said fidently:

  "Leave it to me!"

  Watg his departing figure, Matthew gently closed his eyes and slowly walked out of the tent on the small hill.

  Yaya, who had grown to two meters long, was looking at him with excited eyes, exuding a strong fighting spirit.

  As Matthew climbed up, he instructed Elio:

  "Follow the pn ter, but remember to minimize casualties as much as possible!"

  Elio nodded solemnly, watg Yaya silently soar into the sky.

  In her amber eyes, a strong joy fshed as she recalled the lord's fideion:

  "After this battle, no one will dare to provoke us easily!"

  Elio mounted her horse ahe surroundiries to the rear; she wao prevent any fish from esg the .

  Fifteen kilometers to the east.

  O-so-wide official road, dozens of tents were densely set up.

  Inside a carriage in the middle of the tents, Brown anxiously observed the crimson Misty S around him, carefully wiping his bde.

  Haas apanying him, was adjusting the ill-fitting armor on his body.

  He had made up his mind.

  No matter what, he would not rush into the Misty S again.

  For a knight who relies on speed and charging to win, jumping into a mud pit was seekih.

  Seeing Brown's , he showed him the unication scroll he had prepared and tightly fastehe helmet with a tendon-made rope. Adjusting his breathing, he said:

  "There's nothing to worry about; we are the bait!"

  "Bay Territory must have notiovements and will definitely deal with us first. Just be prepared for battle."

  Although he had already decided, Brown still felt an inexplicable unease in his heart, always feeling that something bad was about to happen!

  Brown turned his head and instructed his personal guard:

  "Notify everyoo stay alert and be ready for battle at any time."

  "No one is allowed to go outside. Eat and drink ihe tents. Even if you o relieve yourselves, do it in your pants!"

  Hawk was indifferent to Brown's arras, recalling the advice from that young figure in his mind:

  "If things go south, prioritize saving your life."

  Feeling somewhat flicted, Hawk closed his eyes. At this moment, he could clearly feel.

  The feeling of one's fate being in someone else's hands was really unpleasant!

  One hour passed.

  Two hours passed.

  .........

  Six hours passed.

  The blood moon hung high.

  The anticipated attack did not arrive.

  The Carlisle family soldiers hiding ients sat together holding their shields.

  They were all wearing enclosed cloaks necessary fht operations, iably feeling a bit tired and irritable.

  They couldn't help but let their thoughts wander.

  Could the enemy have already surrouhem?

  Had the others been silently eliminated?

  Would the enemy attack when they fell asleep?

  Would they be waiting in vain all night?

  The plex thoughts made every soldier even more exhausted.

  Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

  Dull sounds of something breaking through the air came tinuously.

  The suffocated soldiers instead rexed a bit, gripping their shields tightly.

  They were just waiting for the arrows to stop before rushing out to form up as per the pn.

  Their idea wasn't wrong; it's just that Bay Territory didn't follow their script!

  Pfft!

  Crack!

  Crash!

  The arrows that tore through the tents arated deeply were much rger and thicker than the soldiers had imagined, with even more terrifyirating power.

  The hardwood shields were directly pierced through.

  Along with the soldiers behind them, skewered like died fruit.

  The wooden supports of the tents were pierced with more than a dozen holes.

  Amidst the sound of splintering wood, the crimson beams of the blood moon shone down, illuminating the dense se of death!

  The unprepared soldiers suffered heavy casualties in an instant.

  "Ah...!!"

  "It's crossbow bolts!"

  "How is this possible!"

  "Run!"

  "Get out of the tents!"

  "Hurry...!"

  The pierg screams echoed oer another.

  The inally silent Misty S suddenly became noisy.

  Brown rushed out of the carriage, sshing apart the oning crossbow bolt with his sword. Enduring the slight numbness in his wrist from the recoil, he looked anxiously into the distance.

  Three hundred meters away.

  A ly arraroop was charging forward with unified footsteps.

  Behind them, on more than a hundred wagons, heavy crossbows mounted on the carts were tinuously firing bolts!

  This is deadly!

  FAL