Chapter 160: Midsummer Turns To Winter
“I knew it!” Quentin snorted coldly, “Besides the Amn people, who else could do such a thing, utterly without limits!”
If the werewolves occupy Dulag, they will definitely frantically spread the werewolf curse, and every werewolf’s birth will inevitably be accompanied by slaughter, possibly killing thousands or even tens of thousands of people.
Moreover, werewolves do not engage in production, are hard to control, and will run around everywhere without food or drink, even more annoying than the plague.
Anse was not angry, tapping the table and murmuring, “The timing is off, the Amn people’s actions… are a bit late. If the werewolves launched at midnight, the Amn people absolutely couldn’t catch up.”
The Amn Barracks is more than thirty kilometers away from Dulag, and a force of two thousand armored troops moves slowly; they wouldn’t have covered half the distance before nightfall.
Moreover, night is not suitable for combat; humans lack night vision, and many have night blindness.
“Maybe they’re afraid we’ll seal the city, so they waited until the werewolves completed their infiltration before acting.” Quentin speculated.
Illyas crossed her arms and leaned on the sofa, mocking, “Maybe both sides have ulterior motives, distrust each other, and are using each other. The Amn people want to wait for the werewolves to expose themselves, weakening the werewolves and our strength.
The werewolves want the Amn people to strike first, helping them pin down the Federation’s main force. I guess the werewolves definitely won’t act tonight.”
“Makes sense.” Anse nodded slightly.
If it’s just infiltrating for one night, the Werewolf Leader can completely let as many werewolves as possible mix in; it doesn’t matter if they’re elite or not.
“We can’t wait; the Amn people are outside the city after all. We must deal with the werewolves first.” Salian had seen werewolves and knew how terrifying they were.
“Have the people from Verdant Courtyard arrived?” Anse looked at Quentin; he had been focused on controlling the Arcane Eye earlier and wasn’t clear on the situation.
“They’re all here.” Quentin stood up, “Shall I go call Carissa and Makaria?”
“Call all the councillors and elite professionals.”
“Got it.”
Soon, a cacophony of footsteps sounded from downstairs, and a group of people filed in.
Graham, Giant Tail, Carissa, Makaria…
Verdant Courtyard and Filu Mercenary Group each had three elite professionals, while the Federation was short on talent; excluding Anse and the people he brought, there were only Quentin, Graham, and Illyas.
The leader of the Jacqueline Knights was also an elite professional, a middle-aged man named Auston, taciturn, holding his helmet, with a serious expression.
It was Anse’s first time seeing him without his helmet, so he couldn’t help but look a few more times.
Jacqueline Castle always subtly displayed its foundation; among a group of rundown forces in the Federation, it dominated alone, no wonder Illyas could do whatever she wanted with ease.
“The situation is urgent, no need to introduce everyone one by one; let’s discuss and have a big fight today.” Anse picked up paper and pen, planning combat operations on the sketch.
He had discovered a total of nineteen groups of werewolves, but there were only thirteen elite professionals at most.
Verdant Courtyard handles three groups of werewolves, Filu Mercenary Group takes three, and they still have spare capacity to support other combat groups; not much pressure.
The Jacqueline Knights, with over seventy people, divided into three teams led by Illyas and Leader Auston, could relatively easily take down three groups of werewolves.
The Guard has over three hundred people; leave a few teams to guard the City Gate and the Federation, while maintaining order.
This time, dispatch over two hundred people, divided into six teams of forty each; the four captains are all low-level professionals, plus one elite professional or several level 4 professionals per team; taking down the werewolves shouldn’t result in too many casualties.
The Federation has many level 4 professionals: the three councillors, Magistrate Pardo, Kalenno, Colin… disperse them to teams lacking strength to bolster combat power.
But that’s only fifteen combat teams, still short four.
However, Anse did not split the teams; a little short is a lot short, insufficient combat power could cause heavy casualties, werewolves escaping would have even worse consequences.
Among the remaining four groups of werewolves, three groups without found residences had gathered together. He decided to handle them himself, wiping them all out at once; the last group to the most mobile Illyas.
“First Captain Giant Tail, Vice Captain Colin, Finn, lead four teams of guards to the residential buildings at South Gate Point 1; remember the location…”
“Second Captain Councillor Dieluo, Vice Captain Pardo, Kalenno, South Gate Point 2…”
“…”
“Remember, don’t hesitate, don’t show mercy; resolve the targets quickly, support adjacent teams, and deal with any other exposed werewolves!”
“Understood…”
Anse assigned tasks one by one, confirmed locations and times, then sent each team to the training ground to assemble, ready to depart at any time.
A few minutes later, teams of fully armed warriors left the Federation, expressions tense, heading straight to their targets.
“The Amn people are coming; don’t wander outside if nothing’s up…”
“Curfew after dark; taverns must not operate…”
“No causing trouble; everyone go home…”
“…”
There were too many guards and knights to hide their movements, so they boldly marched along the streets, pretending to prepare for war and maintain public order.
Distant targets go first, nearby ones depart later, to avoid lingering around the target points too long and alerting the werewolves.
It was now 5 p.m., more than two hours until dark, and one hour until the agreed action time.
Illyas wore a cloak, blending in with the knights, heading straight to North City District.
Anse rode Nolnos, heading alone to West City; his luxurious formal wear was very eye-catching, but no one suspected, as this new president often appeared in West City.
‘Day after day, endless worries.’
Before, he was just one of the survivors after a disaster; now he had to prevent disasters from happening, completely different difficulty.
The combat experience from werewolves was valuable, but he preferred grinding monsters outside the city; inside the city, he was restricted, and at least he didn’t dare use flame attribute Fireball.
Dulag was mostly wooden buildings; one Fireball could burn down half a street.
The gathering place of those three groups of werewolves was behind the Hunter’s Guild warehouse; it was originally a yard for miscellaneous items, now used by the Hunter’s Guild to house refugees, turned into a refugee camp.
The Hunter’s Guild had cheap labor available, and refugees could often eat animal organs and such; a win-win.
Approaching the refugee camp, a foul stench assaulted the nostrils, swarms of mosquitoes flew everywhere; Nolnos snorted, eyes full of disgust.
And that group of werewolves lived in a rundown wooden house at the farthest edge of the refugee camp, covered outside with old canvas; they deliberately stayed away from crowds to avoid exposure.
“Mr. Anse?” At the warehouse entrance, a bloodstained man looked at Anse in surprise.
Anse turned his head and recognized him at a glance: the warehouse manager who once sold him a warehouse full of game.
“It’s me. You’re still doing the work yourself.”
“You really are the president.” The man came closer, incredulous, murmuring, “I told others, but they didn’t believe me…”
Anse was about to speak when his peripheral vision caught a shadow figure rising in North City District, surrounded by ten miniature meteors, bombarding below wildly.
‘Something’s happening!’
Illyas had acted early!
The agreed combat time was 6 p.m., but if the situation changed, launch immediately with meteors or fireworks as signal.
Anse hesitated no longer; mana surged around him, his mind locked on the rundown wooden house dozens of meters away, the Elemental Orb shining with rainbow light.
“
「Metamagic」+「Metamagic: Empower, Maximize」+「Fireball-Cold」!
Accompanied by a resounding Dragon Speech, a bright flash shot from his fingertip, instantly crashing into the rundown wooden house at the edge of the refugee camp, unleashing hellish cold in an instant.
White mist spread, water condensed into ice; frost blanketed the area around the wooden house for over ten meters, turning midsummer into midwinter!
