Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 291 The Longest Day

"This guy is Chanem, the leader of the Money Gang. He's the guy who has no real skills and just got to the top by relying on Ms. Bella's connections. He's a scumbag who's as lucky as Arden."

Growing increasingly enraged, Dom's face was filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred. He spat angrily on the ground, "Damn it, a petty person who has gotten his way!"

A group of henchmen beside him also spat with red eyes, saying in unison, "What a lucky break, a petty person has gotten his way."

Then a few others realized, "But what does this have to do with us right now?"

"Look at that pretty boy. As soon as the conflict started, he retreated into his mansion. But he overlooked one thing: the Mirar River."

The newly risen sun shone on the river, warming the people's bodies, which had been chilled by the morning frost and dew, just like their equally warm hearts.

It must be said that Shining Gold Coin's stronghold is a really good place. It is surrounded by walls on three sides and water on one side, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.

The Finger Gang members, who had arrived at the riverbank, understood what their leader's plan was.

"The gap in their manor is just ahead. Don't remove your armor. Let's swim across in our armored form from the shallow water near the shore."

In early winter, wading into the soon-to-freeze Milar River fully clothed is not a pleasant experience, but...

"Since we're already here, let's all pull through, victory is just around the corner!"

With the situation at its most critical, everyone had no choice but to steel themselves and swim into the enemy's lair.

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The soaked men who had successfully swum ashore spat out a mouthful of river water. Before they could even rejoice at the success of their plan, a teasing greeting sent their hearts leaping into their throats.

"Oh dear, gentlemen, you've come in such a hurry to visit us. We've been so unhospitable."

Looking ahead, they saw a row of burly men holding up giant round shields and long spears, waiting for their arrival.

This was the special feast the mage had prepared for them: a shield wall formation consisting of a two-star Mars, five one-star underlings, and an oracle.

Even the mage didn't expect that the enemy leader was so clever that he dared to sneak into his lair from the side of the river.

Unfortunately, while this might work for an ordinary gang, it's simply too weak for a mage with aerial surveillance capabilities.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the group, already soaked to the bone, shivered in the winter chill, their hearts sinking even lower.

Then he was punched right into his appendix.

"Don't be afraid, we outnumber the enemy by more than two. If we attack together, we can crush them."

The sunlight fell on the ground, but it did not warm their wet bodies; instead, it made the shield formation they faced seem dazzling.

At this moment, the Finger Gang members were extremely grateful that they hadn't taken off their armor. Fully armed, they gripped their even colder weapons with their icy hands, and a surge of courage welled up inside them.

Unfortunately, this courage was like a soap bubble in the sunlight, instantly shattering into pieces.

What shattered their courage were the shields of the Marses.

The Protective Armor Shield skill not only provides Mars with defensive blocking abilities, but the accompanying Giant Shield Slash, while not dealing high damage, has a considerable area of ​​effect. However, what truly shattered Dom and his team's morale was its knockback effect.

It would be fine in an open area, but what kind of situation is this?

The Fingers gang, with their backs to the river, charged straight at Mars' shield formation, followed by a series of booms: bang! bang! bang! bang!
The scene was quite comical at one point.

How do I describe it?
These guys, charging forward with a roar, were like male sea turtles who had waited years for their females to mate and lay eggs. They struggled to climb ashore, almost reaching their breeding grounds, only to be kicked back into the sea by some unscrupulous human.

Very angry!
The male sea turtles, gritting their teeth, struggled several times, but each time, they were swatted away as soon as they got close to the shield array, rolling back into the icy river.

The six Mars were divided into two groups and took turns playing a game of hitting turtles. Under the effect of the Protoss bond, the cooldown time of Shield Bash was reduced by half!
The so-called "Overlord Plan" that was formulated in advance seems to have completely fallen through. The current situation is more like a "Turtle Plan".

This drama and farce ended with the Finger Gang fleeing in disarray. Unable to bear the humiliation, they gave up struggling after being shoved into the water again, and instead went ashore from the side, bypassing the manor to run and meet up with Maginot.

As they retreated, a dark shadow suddenly swept through the frosty air currents and swooped down towards a certain spot.

"Stop playing around, those idiots from the Finger Gang are coming back."

Kagan, who was still putting on an act with the other side, suddenly heard the sound of the thief bird, as did Arden on the other side.

"Tch, trash is trash. What's the next step?"

Arden no longer bothered to hide his contempt for Daum and his team.

"You've acted long enough. You'll fight with your wounds on, and you'll retreat as you go."

So when Dom and his group of soaked lads arrived, this was the scene that greeted them:
The heavily wounded Maginots fought valiantly, but the shield formation that had been there earlier had also joined the battle. Outnumbered, they had no choice but to retreat repeatedly, on the verge of being forced to leave the battlefield.

There was no sharing of the burden, no covering of the retreat. Seeing that the situation was not good, Dom didn't even say goodbye, and turned around with his henchmen and ran away.

"What? You were driven back before you could even storm the headquarters of the Money Gang?"

Instead of running back to their base, the Finger Gang headed for the Bloodsail Gang's council chamber.

Upon suddenly hearing the good news, Gan Molin and the others were overjoyed and repeatedly praised, "Good-for-nothings! Good-for-nothings! Why didn't you bunch of useless trash die at their doorstep?"

“How can you blame us?” Dom argued vehemently, “That Maginot bastard Arden, relying on his power, was arrogant and didn’t consider my reasonable advice at all. That’s the main reason for our defeat.”

“My only reasonable suggestion is to come back to me like a bunch of drenched chickens, looking like they’ve been wrecked.”

Gammonlin had often taken favors from Arden, so he naturally scoffed at Daum's smear campaign.

"Sigh, we still don't know what's going on. Let him finish speaking."

But Daum isn't the kind of fool who tries to find a backer at the last minute; the connections he's built up over the years are now coming in handy.

He made no mention of how Arden had rebuffed him when he tried to loot the place, but instead exaggerated Arden's stubbornness and his actions of attacking the enemy's base without cooperating with them.

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