Chapter 418 (1/2)

Little Tiger Warrior Girl (2)

“Alright, I understand! Master, are you interested in going to a place? It’s going to be fun,” asked Athena, nodding with a smile. Her smile brought with it a hint of sadness.

If only I was more decisive then, I could've blackmailed that tiger girl with him early in the battle. Maybe then it wouldn’t be as painful as this.

Ye Lang did not notice. He nodded, “Alright, I’m bored here anyway. Tigress, are you going?”

“Of course! You’re both going!” Athena interjected, dragging Taeya and Ye Lang together. She had to act quickly now. If this dragged on any longer, chances of trouble would be high.

They prepared the horses, then got on the horse…

“What? You don’t know how to ride a horse? Fine, I’ll ride with you!”

Athena had no time to ask why he didn’t, much less to care if it was appropriate for a girl and a guy to ride on the same horse. Their chances of winning the war were decreasing by the second!

“It’s fine, I have Tigress!” Ye Lang directly refused her offer. Athena was stunned for a second.

“No, she’s still too weak. She can’t ride with you, come up with me!” Athena dragged Ye Lang over, guided him up the horse then they rode off in a cloud of dust.

From Athena’s swift movement, she might be a warrior. This did not match her strategist role in the tribe, other people might’ve mistaken her for a magician.

Just like that, Ye Lang and Athena rode off to the battlefield on the same horse. Taeya’s presence was not needed at this point because the truth would be revealed soon. However, for some reason, she decided to follow.

At the same time, Taeya could not bear to leave Ye Lang. She couldn’t help but wonder how her life would be if she had met a master like him.

Perhaps she would be like the tiger girl, the pride of her tribe and the fear of her enemies. Unlike her, useless as ever, unable to wield magic.

Perhaps this was just fate!

“Someone’s fighting in front!”

This was Ye Lang’s first comment when they arrived at the battlefield.

“My child, how can it be a fight…” sighed Athena.

“There are so many people fighting! It’s still a fight, no?”

“...”

The air was dense with the smoke from explosive, the area radiated violence and danger. How could he use such a word to describe a battlefield? JUST a ‘fight’?

“Red… Blue… Why these colours too?” There was a clear contrast between the different-coloured armours of the two armies.

It was obvious these were the armies from the sand table, though Ye Lang did not seem to make that connection.

“Kill!”

At the battlefront was a tiny masked figure charging ahead, leading the red army forward and spearing at her enemies.

Someone would collapse every time she lunged with her spear, as if it was a strike of lightning. The morale of her red army was hitting the roof, while her opponents were getting increasingly frantic.

Ye Lang did not look closer. If he did, he would’ve noticed something.