Four Split Personalities

"No need to say it, but in the eyes of the vast majority, Double Leaf’s action is a massive waste. To put it bluntly, saying she’s joking with the lives of those warriors at the frontline isn’t an exaggeration, considering that nearly two-thirds of the most fierce and aggressive Fire Claw Knights are now dead!"

However, confusingly, as a person from Fire Claw, Kasi didn’t say anything. Not only that, but he also unconditionally followed the orders casually given by Double Leaf, without any hesitation, as if he had skipped the thinking process altogether.

It was also because the most affected Fire Claw didn’t make a statement that the others in the team had been enduring until now.

But this order, thrown out by rolling Dice, to strangely make everyone move east was truly too hard to accept. Knowing that these are all elite soldiers, not adventurers or mercenaries, but bona fide elite troops. To these people, the word "honor" is extremely significant, and what Double Leaf was doing at the moment was trampling on their honor.

"Bullshit."

The young lady coldly looked at a warrior muttering softly not far away, a sneer emerging at the corner of her mouth, "You think you qualify as a soldier? Let me, an outsider, tell you another way to understand the word ’soldier’—obedience! Got it clear?"

"Huh?"

The latter blinked bewilderedly, completely clueless about what she was saying.

Due to the distance between them and him not being able to read lips like Double Leaf, and more importantly, the constant cacophony on the battlefield was so damned noisy, everyone’s natural instinct for self-preservation had already gradually begun to decrease their hearing capabilities.

"Shut! The! Hell! Up! Obey! The! Order! Move! East!"

Double Leaf casually placed a compressed amplification barrier by her mouth and roared hoarsely, flipping several warriors who weren’t mentally prepared white-eyed. Then a few seconds later, she screeched in an almost broken high-pitched voice, "Black, I @#￥% you@#￥%&*! That’s so harsh!!"

Immediately after, she received a message from a friend.

Tan Mo: ’Hahahaha! Feel like your ears are getting pregnant?’

’Your mom’s pregnant, heck! It has long been drained, you bastard!!!’

Double Leaf furiously replied to the message, then shut down the friend bar, calmed herself, and said solemnly to the surrounding startled temp hands, "Listen up, you screw-ups; I’ve been a bad-tempered, trouble-making, messy, militarily ignorant pretty girl from the start! But the things you can see, those who handed you over to me can see as well, so shut up and obediently listen! Curse in your hearts, but if anyone damn deliberately dawdles, I swear I’ll go complain to your parents! Got it loud and clear?"

"Yes!"

"You haven’t eaten?"

"We understand, Lady!"

"Good, to the east!"

Double Leaf waved her small hand.

"To the east!"

Ruber Baloka immediately echoed loudly next to her, well aware of Double Leaf’s temper; if she complained, he would definitely be included, and what he heard wouldn’t be nice; fabricating a glorious deed of him messing around in public on the battlefield could even happen.

So, the team led by Double Leaf began to proceed eastward leisurely, but before they got too far, they saw an Elf Mage surrounded by Wind Element, flying crookedly from mid-air while shouting loudly, "The southern battlefield needs support! The southern battlefield needs suppor—ah!"

"Hey, what’s up, little sister?"

Double Leaf walked over in a splayed-leg stride to the Elf Mage she had knocked down with a Fireball, asking rascally, "What’s up with the southern battlefield?"

"The southern battlefield needs support!"

The little Mage, holding her head, sat up, loudly saying, "We’ve encountered the enemy’s elite, they have some strange Strength, and now they have nearly reached the outer flank, urgently need..."

"Hold up a second, I already know about the need for support there."

Double Leaf interrupted her casually, staring intently into her eyes, "But it seems like there’s a problem with your way of delivering messages~"

"Lady Shuangye, should we not be..."

Ruber couldn’t hold back and tried to say something else, but Cassie, behind him, tugged at him and gave him a ’don’t court trouble’ look, which shut him up.

"Don’t rush, first send someone who can fly to the south for a look."

Lady Shuangye casually ordered, then crouched smilingly in front of the confused-looking elf girl, and softly said, "You first answer me a few questions..."

...

Two minutes later

In the center of the Violet formation, outside the absolute control area of the Lord’s Allied Forces

’I encountered a Mage who is ninety percent likely to be influenced by the Heretics, and have controlled him. It seems that the southern defense line is indeed their feint target. You’d better be on alert.’

Motan quickly read the message just sent by Lady Shuangye, chuckled lightly, and then continued to look down at the sand table in front of him, moving his gaze to the southern outskirts marked with five red areas.

To be honest, he wasn’t very comfortable with this feeling. Although compared to the strategic map he used in Misha County, this expensive Yellow Crystal Magic Leading Sand Table was more advanced, and the speed of orders from the griffin riders and wind-element Mages in mid-air wasn’t much different from the screen-filling messages. But Motan still didn’t feel like a fish in water, quite the contrary, he was especially impatient with this stuff now, and didn’t have the slightest desire to wave his hands in command.

Luckily, he didn’t need to do that, and others wouldn’t let him do that either. The sole purpose of Motan staying here to observe the sand table was simply to figure out the timing of ’certain people’ who would be coming here, after all, pretending to meditate on things way more complex every day in Misha County as part of the Hei Fan.

Behind him stood, likewise, exactly two hundred of the elite of the elite, and their quality was even higher than that of the people with Lady Shuangye, after all, there they mostly had second, third, fourth, fifth squads of each major family’s primary battle corps, and here, it was either first or second squad, which meant the elite of the elite troop from the elite battalions.

And Motan’s task was straightforward: lead this group of people to protect Clive Bresin, ensuring that the group of Assassins, destined to appear, wouldn’t reach the last line of defense.

Holding the Violet position with Lady Shuangye’s team constantly moving around nearby, dead set on defensive, was the only thing Motan had to do before the Assassins jumped out.

Despite the Duntis family and Hussein family no longer causing trouble, the level of Clive’s personal guard being multiplied, and the likelihood of the Emperor being successfully assassinated now vanishingly close to zero, the two of them were still on high alert. They were especially wary of the near-’mind-control’ abilities of the Whisper Sect, and even their subordinates hadn’t been informed of the mission’s purpose.

In short, from the moment this ’decisive battle’ began today, the two of them had been waiting...

Until now, when they finally got what they had been waiting for.

A griffin commanded by Motan for reconnaissance descended from the sky, saying in a grave voice, "Mr. Dabus, several commanders on the southern side had already blocked the enemy’s escape route ten minutes ago, but after tightening the net..."

"They still didn’t find the previously unknown strong enemy who had caused us significant losses and might even break through our flank."

Motan shifted his gaze from the sand table and yawned, asking, "Am I right?"

"Uh, actually, one of the commanders over there told me that they thought they had trapped that elite warrior from the Marshall Family and sent over a few of our strong ones from Fernan, Crystal Wolf, and Baroca Family to support the fight from behind, but in the end... they only killed one enemy combatant."

Motan smirked, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Everyone else ran?"

"Uh, in the words of that commander, it seems there wasn’t anyone else at all, they just mistook that strangely powerful person for many people..."

"Very good."

Motan nodded slightly, then opened his messages, and found Lady Shuangye.

’Gotcha~’

’Gotcha~’

As soon as he sent the message, he also received the exact same message from her.

Chapter 550: The End