Their group had been waiting for the war to reach its peak. They expected that, by this time, there would already be plenty of breaches in the interior walls.
However, even after so long, there were still guards making rounds everywhere (as if they were not needed along the walls), and therefore making it difficult to make a move.
They wanted to use the mirage technique again, but it was surprisingly mana-consuming, so they opted not to do so in the end.
They needed as much mana as they could save. What if they ran out in the middle of the street, exposing themselves needlessly?!
Anyway, Alterra was even stronger than they thought and even after all their preparations, it was still giving them so much trouble.
At some point, people got too impatient.
"Go help the others out. They're obviously held back outside. I'll look deeper at the interior," Futch said, looking at Damco. "I have been studying the guards' movements and there aren't too many of them around since most were at the walls. I can time it well."
Damco rolled his eyes. "You do go help Pol."
"We both know who has better leadership skills here."
"Me, right?"
The two men glared at each other. Although the stewardship was for their boss, his right-hand man was still needed right?!
They had lived in Alterra earlier than others before getting kicked out. Among the elite attackers in this batch, they knew it best and had experienced a lot of its goodness.
Who wouldn't want it?!
Seeing their idiocy, Feller slapped his hand on the table. "SHUT UP!"
Feller was the mission's most powerful force in this war, at least in the homegrown side. He was also one of the more respected ones, which was how he could keep two other elementalists so obedient under his command.
Unlike Vara, who was part of a mercenary team that was just in partnership with Basset Town, Feller had been one of the loyalist guards directly under Bentro.
The two of them had been in conflict plenty of times back in Basset and, in Alterra, they retained that rivalry. It was no surprise then, that Vara had his own plans and Feller had his own, each side wanting the biggest piece of the pie.
He was one of the Lord's greatest guards in this generation—which was why he and Pol didn't mix well with the previous generation guards like Killic—and the Lord told him he'd want him to get the Token more than anyone else.
His right-hand man, Pol, was in charge of a bigger team coming in from the array. He was supposed to create the biggest distraction and chaos in this area specifically.
This was an instruction he sent via aether letter and the last time he heard from him, he was going to use that bastard Killic to open up a path. So far, there had been no news.
This made Feller extremely hot-headed and impatient. He glared at the idiots in front of him, making them flinch a bit, let alone the other 'tourists' there with lower levels.
"Do you think you'd be able to get there alone? Tens of thousands of our people are still being blocked, unable to get past the walls. What makes you think you can run in the interior without getting hunted?
Not to mention, according to our investigation, they knew that some Elders' family had been attacked during a previous war. They didn't know the details but they it was certain the guards would be stronger.
"However, it is correct that we have to make a move soon."
They didn't know if it was a good time, but delaying it for so long could mean they could lose the war before they could do anything! There was no choice but to move now!
More importantly: What if Vara found the Lord first!?
He gritted his teeth. There was no way he'd allow that!
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