Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 313 The Dawn Here Is Quiet
"Yes, thank you for your advice, teacher. I'll take it to heart." Zhang Yuan bowed respectfully, then asked tentatively:

"But it's a bit of a pity to leave like this. Besides, even if the mastermind behind it is dealt with, those who carried out the executions, the Bloodsail Gang guys, haven't been punished yet, have they?"

Tyrantir glanced at his apprentice, who was full of ulterior motives, raised an eyebrow, and snorted: "Just say what you're planning. You haven't done anything as shameless as you're showing now."

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Zhang Yuan, who had been mocked by his own teacher, retorted and continued:

"Before your operation begins, I plan to launch a large-scale raid on the Bloodsail Gang's stronghold. One reason is to create some commotion and attract the attention of the Arcane West Tower faction. If we can draw out their higher-ups, that would be even better. Ambush them halfway is always easier than a direct assault on the mage tower."

"That's unrealistic. What person who's reached that level would care about these gangs that are wallowing in the mud?"

Zhang Yuan, despite being directly pointed out for his oversight, remained undeterred and spoke confidently: "Even so, teachers, your attacks on the Arcane Tower, whether during or after the surprise attack, will keep those mages occupied. Without reinforcements, my chances of taking down the Bloodsail Gang headquarters are much greater."

"After all that talk, this is your real intention, isn't it? You're quite shrewd, making us all come here to work for you for free?"

"It's just taking advantage of the situation and helping each other. Teacher, your words have put me on the hot seat."

Barras, who was stationed in Neverwinter for a long time, also chimed in. He was quite familiar with Luskan, their old rival:

"The Bloodsail Gang is one of the five major captains' forces. Although they are ultimately just front-line puppets, they are arguably the most capable henchmen of the Arcane Brotherhood. What makes you think you can launch a so-called large-scale raid?"

"Numbers don't tell the whole story; I have confidence in my summoned legion."

Zhang Yuan abandoned his previous humility, displaying a firm expression and youthful vigor in his words and actions.

This confident and flamboyant attitude startled Tyrantir slightly. Just as he was about to say something, the old dean spoke first.

“Just go ahead and do what you told me before, but as I told you, we won’t have the energy to pay attention to other things once we start.”

"Of course."

Tyrandeur, standing to the side, had a complicated expression. In the end, he didn't say anything, but tightened his grip on his staff with his left hand and stepped onto the carriage that was already waiting to be parked at the dock entrance.

The atmosphere along the way was very quiet. The four mages, three adults and one child, sat in a comfortable and luxurious carriage. The old abbot closed his eyes in deep thought, but his head, which was covered in silver hair, was pecking at rice like a chicken, and he was probably already dozing off.

Tyrandeur sat quietly, occasionally answering his apprentice's questions, while Baras was quite interested, frequently asking about the adventures of his group.

Although Tyrantir did not ask any questions, he listened attentively as they chatted, occasionally exchanging a few words with his old classmate.

After all, it was a horse-drawn carriage, and the road was paved with cobblestones; even the most luxurious carriage couldn't avoid the inevitable bumps and jolting.
After getting off the carriage, the group of monks stretched their limbs. Fortunately, one of them was a young and strong man, while the other three were so skilled that their methods were beyond reason, so there was no problem.

"Our operation must commence immediately at sunrise tomorrow. You will decide the timing yourself."

Before leaving the meeting room after the discussion, Tyrantir turned around and gave an instruction, but did not leave. After taking one last good look at his disciple, he moved his lips several times but finally suppressed his emotions.

"Having ambition and aspirations is not a bad thing, but don't make choices you'll regret. That jewel can only protect you alone."

"I don't do things I'm not sure of. My teammates who have accompanied me along the way are far more important than some worldly interests."

Sensing the hidden meaning in his teacher's words, and recalling some past events that Galas had mentioned before, Zhang Yuan roughly understood his teacher's concerns and worries, and responded with a tone that was both firm and tactful.

"I won't take risks."

Having finished speaking, Zhang Yuan could no longer see the other person's face. Tyrantir turned around and walked towards the door, leaving only the echo of his voice reverberating in the secret room.

"I hope so. Take care of yourself." After a night's rest, they remained silent.

At dawn the next day, before the first light of day had even appeared, the Canaan squad members had already assembled in the courtyard of their encampment, fully armored and equipped.

"Ready? Check your feet, avoid making too much noise while moving, move closer to me, and get ready to go."

Everyone gathered around their captain, with Kegenbad and others, who were clad in heavy armor, having their boots padded with thick cloth and straw and tied securely.

The group looked tense and solemn, no longer as relaxed and casual as before, but there was no fear on their faces. They simply placed their hands on their weapons and occasionally gripped and rubbed them tightly.

"Rikimaru is here to see you~"

Accompanied by a slightly mocking voice, a small creature appeared before the team members, with horns on its head and blue fur all over its body.

Rikimaru, or the stealth assassin, is a newly added two-cost assassin piece in the game library, and his racial talent is quite peculiar.

Conceal: When a Satyr piece is present, all nearby friendly units gain invisibility before the start of combat.

Although once the enemy gets close, you don't even need any detection spells; you can tell just by observing carefully. But it's incredibly useful for surprise attacks where the enemy is caught off guard.

Rikimaru's way of using his ability is also quite unique. He reaches into his waist with his long, monkey-like tail, pulls it out, and when he pulls it back, it's wrapped around a medicine bottle.

Through the glass bottle, it was clear that the contents were not liquid, but rather a constantly swirling purple stream of air, as if it were about to dissipate and evaporate at any moment.

And indeed, that was the case. Rikimaru deftly unscrewed the bottle with his tail, lifted the medicine bottle, and with a flick of his wrist, purple mist, like a giant spirit trapped for a thousand years escaping from the lamp, gushed out from the bottle's mouth and instantly spread out, obscuring the figures of the team members.

However, the fog did not continue to obstruct people's vision. Instead, it lingered around each individual within its range before fading away. At the same time, the team members seemed to be enhanced by an invisibility spell, their bodies having a transparent texture, making them difficult to detect at first glance.

However, it cannot completely replace invisibility. The gloomy color brought by the swirling mist and the transparency like frosted glass always have some flaws and flaws in the hazy appearance, and cannot withstand close inspection.

But as the saying goes, enough is enough. In the hazy night before the sun rises, there is a group of equally obscure attackers. It is not necessarily true that the Bloodsail Gang's guards are all masters of blind combat, and that they can be caught off guard.

Things went quite smoothly. Under the dim starlight of dawn, led by Talinda, who had excellent night vision, the Canaan squad silently stepped out of their northern outpost for the last time in the darkness. Without hesitation or lingering, and without looking back, they headed straight north.

After crossing the deserted streets and passing through narrow alleyways, the group arrived at a mound on the outskirts of the Blood Sail Gang's military camp. From a distance of just over a hundred meters, they could vaguely see the outline of the enemy's camp.

The hazy night may block the sight of ordinary people, but it cannot block the unseen eyes of the secret magic.

To be fair, the Bloodsail Gang's defensive measures were not bad.

Several sentry towers are scattered among the brick and stone walls that are over three meters high. The guards on duty at the gate are yawning all the time, but at least they are not asleep.

Outside the perimeter of the wall, two five-person teams patrolled in opposite directions.

Both the camp's fortifications and defensive strength were decent, and the faint spiritual light emanating from Zhang Yuan's secret eyes indicated that even in the face of magic, this camp was not a helpless victim; it should have at least some early warning mechanisms.

If it were a regular raider, they would either force their way through the gate or attempt to scale the wall, and would be immediately spotted by the guards. They would then be slowed down by the combined attacks of the patrolling guards and the sentry towers, which would at least give the soldiers in the camp who received the alarm enough time to react.

Once the main Bloodsail Gang arrives, the attackers' fate is self-evident.

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(End of this chapter)