114 Chapter 114: Furbolg clan (1/2)
Caesar sat in complete silence as he patiently waited for the sun to go down, although he gave precise instructions, he still wanted to personally oversee the tasks at hand. He didn't want there to be any possibilities for his plans to derail.
Soon, the sunlight that seeped into the room became less apparent, until finally, it was replaced by the vibrant moonlight… seeing this, Caesar's lips curled as he stood up from his chair. He wore a black trench coat, a white dress shirt, a black tie and a pair of black gloves and shoes. He purposefully wore all black as to be more obscure within the night.
He walked out of the room and headed for a relatively concealed window inside the halls, he jumped out of the window and made his way to the top of mansion. He peered down on the entire stronghold as the midnight breeze fluttered his snow-white hair, creating an almost ethereal picture.
He scanned near the outside walls and focused on the three points he had ordered Falthor, Faust, and Soka to assemble their soldiers… if everything went according to plan, they should be ready in a few minutes or so.
Caesar waited for a few minutes and as expected, three groups of soldiers stealthily moving through the dead of night soon appeared in his line of sight… they adorned dark garbs, perfect for obscurity whilst carrying less apparent weapons such as daggers, sabers, and small axes.
They were being led by three figures of varying size, presumably, Falthor, Faust, and Soka, each with a vastly different physique and weapon choice. With Falthor sporting two small axes, Faust carrying a scimitar and Soka wielding two daggers.
After meeting up, the three groups split into different directions, with Faust going north, Soka heading west, and Falthor heading south. Each heading to a different region in which the furbolg, ghoul, and gnome clans respectively resided.
'If my memory serves me correctly, Faust's group should be heading north, where the furbolg clan lives…' thinking to here, Caesar squinted his eyes and hopped off the roof, once he landed on the ground, he quickly ran after the group that headed north.
Although he didn't fully trust Soka, he didn't believe that Soka had the capabilities of being the main spy within the fox-kin stronghold, while he somewhat trusts Faust, there were many things that pointed Faust to being the mole. Alas, after getting to know him, he felt as though they were attempting to frame the man.
Caesar shook his head and discarded his unnecessary thoughts, he traveled atop the trees and concealed his mana as best he could whilst following the group… they traveled in an organized and efficient manner. The group of soldiers had no breaks while moving and soon arrived in front of a very tall and thick tree to which they halted their movement.
They cautiously approached the tree which was abnormally large compared to the surroundings, it's branches extended out a few dozen meters and its bark was a dark brown, a few shades different from the other trees.
Suddenly, from a relatively large opening in the base of the tree, a half bear, half man, looking creature walked out, it was coated in a thick brown fur and walked on its hind legs. It held a robust staff in its right claw and many different emotions flashed through its eyes as it gazed at Faust and his soldiers.
Faust took a step forward and half bowed respectfully, common courtesy for a guest, ”it's a pleasure to meet you of the furbolg race, we are not here to fight nor pillage any of your belongings, please do not be alarmed” he spoke with his hands in the air, signifying his stance.
Caesar, who could barely hear their conversation, moved a bit closer and listened in…
”You say you come in peace, however, why is it that you've brought so many soldiers carrying weapons of war, is this not insinuating that you're expecting battle?” The furbolgs deep and heavy voice was carried by the wind and entered into everyone's ears.