385 You Are A Hot Cake
“He came in a big army… Great!” Just from the look of the vanguard, I could tell he brought a very large army here. I waited for half an hour before he came to my chariot, leading a group of ten thousand elites.
“We finally met, my dear bro,” once he boarded the chariot, he came to give me a greeting. He grabbed my two arms with his, making me feel the pressure he exerted unintentionally.
But I wasn’t the old weak self. I had my cultivation already opened. It wasn’t as high as his, but that gave me a slight backing against his strength.
“It was hectic,” I said with a warm smile, “are you ready?”
“At your order.”
He moved to stand by my right while I decided to keep my boys down below. The army size this time was really massive, exceeding millions.
[Let’s move out] I sent to all of them before turning to him, “let’s start rolling then.”
“Go,” he just said a single word before his elites spread the word. In the next hour, I stayed behind while watching the grand army spreading its wings all over the world up front.
“Where are we heading first?” he asked when my chariot started moving.
“We are going to scout the area up front,” I said, “we will go to Frankfort city, but we might get ambushed along the way.”
“By whom?” he asked in doubt, and I shrugged.
“I dunno… Perhaps… Everyone?”
“I don’t care,” he harrumphed, “my paragon started to give me a cold shoulder recently. The words coming from his close circle says he isn’t as excited to work with me as before. I want to prove him wrong here.”
Wryly wasn’t like Fang, that dude was always direct and straight. I nodded in understanding, looked at the horizon while my chariot crossed most of the grand army down below.
In less than half an hour, we passed the frontlines of our army. From there, there was only my chariot and nothing else.
The world was in a state of ruins and desolation like what I used to see. According to the map I had, I went towards that triangular area first.
On the way there, I passed over many towns and a few cities. Yet I didn’t care about these. After all with my current army, dealing with the forces was a breath.
But that also made me know the news would spread fast to every camp here. I hoped the enemies would place more importance over ending their current battles than coming for my head.
I just wanted to slip through this long road until reaching my desired target. If I got distracted in the middle, I wouldn’t only lose time but I’d also be strangled against a force or two, giving the opportunity for more to join later on.
Just as I flew for almost an hour, I reached that place.
There was a city there, one that stood with many ruins, portals, and castles. I could see many races in there, and they seemed to have reached an agreement.
They weren’t fighting, seemingly leaving the fight for the big names of their races elsewhere. ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀꪶ
This city was the last bordering city of West Virginia. Up to north of it there was Ohio’s lower border, separated from West Virginia by a river.
[Bad news! Bad news!]
Just as I reached this city, the first thing I got was a distressing message from Fang.
Fang was moving already behind us, leaving a distance in between our two forces.
[What?] I hated it when he brought bad news in such a way. Dude, if you had anything to say, just tell it directly. For a moment there I felt he was enjoying bringing such bad news to me.
[You are a hot cake bro, all races are breaking free from their fights and going as fast as they could towards you] what he said made me startled.
I expected a force or two to come at me, but it seemed I jinxed myself when I said to Wryly that we’ll wait for everyone.
[From which direction?] I knew there were four hot zones in the big map. So which zone was coming at me right now was the question.
[Till now the northern forces fighting at Michigan are coming at you. I also got the news that the ones fighting at Wisconsin are also preparing to come at you if you managed to survive this]
[We’ll survive]
[Don’t group me with the likes of you. You are like a bad news magnet dude!]
[Just take a detour] I didn’t comment on his coward decision, [I’ll handle this]
[How?]
[I wanted someone to keep certain people busy] I evilly smirked, [and they just offered themselves to me like this]
I then closed the chat with Fang, ignoring what he said next. I knew he wouldn’t say anything new, and would just keep asking about my next move.
[We are going south] I sent this to everyone before turning to Wryly and said, “order your boys to go south with my forces.”
“South? Why?” his eyes shone brightly when he heard that. This dude was really a war lover, one who would act like crazy in front of big battles.
I briefed him about what happened while his elites distributed the word. As I left him burning in desire to fight, I took out my staff and marked this location.
“Make sure our forces are moving fast,” I gave this order to him before spreading it to my boys.
We had to catch up speed if we wanted to outrun the incoming armies.
According to the big map I had, these forces had to pass through Ohio entirely to come to me.
And by going south, I entered Kentucky and placed another state in between the two of us.
“Aren’t we going too close to those Hectors?” Even if Wryly loved wars, he wasn’t this fool to seek a fight against such a deadly enemy.