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Chapter 275: Chapter 43: Prince Odoruo’s Decision

Just as Robson was cutting a bloody path through Ancient Dumu Town, Prince Odoruo suddenly awoke from a dream in the dead of night.

After waking, Prince Odoruo gasped for air, his entire body still trembling from the scenes in his dream.

A black palace, a shattered crown, a burning Madar Mountain. Endless spirits of the dead, galloping across the plains.

"What’s going on? Why have I been... having this dream so often lately?" Prince Odoruo pinched the bridge of his nose, got out of bed, and grabbed the leftover wine from his bedside.

Staring at his reflection in the cup, Prince Odoruo recalled the dream.

If he had only dreamed it once, Prince Odoruo could have consoled himself that he was just overthinking things during the day.

But at this point, he was having it practically every day, and Prince Odoruo didn’t believe he was truly that paranoid.

In this world, where Extraordinary powers and gods existed, dreams and prophecies were naturally real as well.

According to ancient elven lore, when a living being enters a dream, their soul sheds the shackles of the body. This is when the soul is closest to the gods or the ancestral altars. The creatures of this continent sometimes have baseless fantasies while dreaming, but in rare cases, their dreams can also be warnings from the gods or their ancestors.

These warnings were originally very clear, but because the soul was still anchored by the body or something else, the information the soul could receive from the gods or ancestors was minimal.

’Could it be a prophecy from my ancestors?’

Prince Odoruo frowned. The reason the great noble houses of this era had endured for millennia, aside from their purified bloodlines, family legacies, and rigid systems, was the indispensable protection of their ancestors.

Prince Odoruo frowned and looked south. ’Could it be that something has gone wrong in the south?’

As if to confirm Prince Odoruo’s suspicions, the sound of footsteps quickly echoed from outside his tent.

"Your Highness, an urgent report from the south!"

"Your Highness, an urgent report from General Castro!"

’Something really happened!’

Prince Odoruo was shocked. He had just had a nightmare, and now an urgent report arrives from the south. ’How could this possibly be good news?’

Soon, an adjutant carrying a document arrived before Prince Odoruo.

"Your Highness, this is the urgent report from General Castro in the south." The adjutant presented the document.

Prince Odoruo frowned, his heart filled with unease, and took the document from the adjutant’s hands.

"Marching hundreds of miles a day!" Prince Odoruo’s face paled in shock.

"How is that possible! No army can move that fast!" Prince Odoruo exclaimed in astonishment. Then, as if in disbelief, he carefully examined the letter’s seal.

Unfortunately, fate was not on his side. After Prince Odoruo’s inspection, he confirmed that it was indeed Castro’s seal.

Seemingly realizing he had lost his composure, Prince Odoruo coughed twice and then looked at the adjutant before him.

"Did Castro say anything else? Or rather, has he made any moves?" Prince Odoruo did his best to keep his expression calm.

’In all things, a quantitative change can lead to a qualitative one.’

’An army whose marching speed reaches a certain level is more than enough to turn the tide of the entire war.’

’Take this human army in the report, for example. If they can truly move at the speed described in this letter, then the tide of this war could be completely reversed.’

When Prince Odoruo led troops, he always made it a habit to know the location of every unit. This practice had helped him immensely in the past.

Now, it also made Prince Odoruo understand that if the enemy army could truly move at this speed, they could swiftly take Ancient Dumu Town, then Ror Town, and finally complete a counter-encirclement of the Beastmen on Wisley Path!

’Thinking deeper, perhaps those humans predicted this exact situation from the very beginning! They’re using thirty thousand Soldiers as bait to lure in Castro, and even me, Odoruo!’

’It’s not impossible. From the very beginning, those humans brazenly attacked Bai Ma Ferry. Given Bai Ma Ferry’s importance, Castro couldn’t possibly stand by and do nothing! Once he engaged and discovered the humans on Wisley Path were not elites, he would certainly commit more forces. At that exact moment, the humans’ true elite force would seize Ancient Dumu Town with the speed of a thunderclap, cutting off Ror Town...’

’The tables of offense and defense have turned!’

’Are they really that bold?’ The more Prince Odoruo thought, the more terrified he became. ’Just what kind of nerve does the opposing general have, to dare use an army of tens of thousands as bait?’

But on closer thought, Prince Odoruo uncovered a deeper layer to the strategy. Why were there tens of thousands of humans attacking Wisley Path, not just a few thousand? First, a few thousand would cause too little commotion, the temptation would be too small to hook a big fish. Second, the defensive capabilities of a few thousand would be too weak; even if the big fish took the bait, it might still break free.