CHAPTER 379: MEETING UP (2/2)

Unlike the cat-made environment of the Purgatory Shadowcats, the territory of the Warhorses was filled with more plants. Strictly speaking, the area they lived in could be considered a plains of sorts.

As we marched further into their territory, we came upon several temporary habitats. Normally, there would be Warhorses living in these areas, but now there were none in sight. It stood to reason that they were expecting me, with no small amount of fear as well.

Seven hundred golems, one thousand five hundred Purgatory Shadowcats and two thousand Cerberuses. Not to mention an unknown number of Eight-stars tailing us. Such a massive force was more than enough to trample over the Warhorses. In fact, my seven hundred golems alone would have been enough to do so. The Purgatory Shadowcats and the Hellhounds were merely there to stop them from escaping.

“Mama, it has been two days already. Where are the big horsies?” I was seated atop one of my Winged Abyssal Golems. As usual, Mo Na rode my shoulders, her legs swinging back and forth adorably as she continued pouting. “It’s so boring… Mo Na wants to play some Mahjong.”

“Woof~” Cinderel nuzzled against my arms slightly to show her approval as well.

“Cinderel still can’t speak though, can she even play?”

“Woof woof~~!!”

“If Cinderel can’t speak, she can’t play Mahjong.”

“Woof!” Cinderel continued arguing with Mo Na. In all likelihood, those woofs were her way of saying that she was fine. Just like that, the topic went from the lack of enemies to the lack of Mahjong.

In truth, I was a little apprehensive about this whole endeavour. The Warhorses were a nomadic clan, after all. Our army was huge. Even without my golems, the combined size of the Purgatory Shadowcats and the Hellhounds stretched as far as the eye could see. It was only to be expected that any stray Warhorse would turn tail and run the moment they saw our army. But if that was the case, that made things a little…awkward… we were here to fight a war, not play catch!

The Warhorses were a lot faster than the golems. And I couldn’t just ask the Purgatory Shadowcats and the Hellhounds to proceed alone either. That might cause me to be ambushed. Never underestimate an opponent. Overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer.

As I hugged the two little scamps, I leaped off the golem and onto the ground. Having found Sidarth soon after, I talked to him about my concerns. His answer was simple.