117 Chapter 117: Massacre (1/2)
Caesar soon made it to the west wall and patiently awaited for Soka's arrival. Although he thought about heading to the ghoul clan, if a battle did indeed take place, with Soka's pitifully small amount of troops, it would have long ended by the time he reached the clan's location.
Whether or not Soka won the battle, however, was an entirely different matter. Even with the meager number of about 50, with Soka's expertise alongside the strong elites, winning would not have been difficult.
The main concern Caesar had was the possibility of the trolls somehow intercepting them, alas, even the elites Soka led didn't know of their destination. If the trolls did, in fact, ambush Soka, then either he or one of the others in that secret meeting were spies.
Although Caesar could speculate who was responsible if that was indeed the case, he didn't want to count his chickens before they hatched… and as Caesar thought about this, a few shadowy figures appeared at the edge of the forest.
They were too far for Caesar to actually gauge their numbers or appearance so he didn't hesitate to leap off the walls and approach the figures he could vaguely see. Although they were in a forest, with Caesar's eyes and his strong sensory capabilities, it wasn't difficult for him to perceive movement a few kilometers away.
Right as Caesar landed on the ground, he blasted forward and created a gust of wind, traveling at a speed nearly impossible to detect with the human eye, and within the time for a stick of incense to burn, their vivid image soon came into his view.
He could see them dragging their weary bodies across the ground and the blood splattered over their clothes and armor. Their expressions were cold as they heaved large sacks over their shoulder.
Their numbers were relatively equal to how they were when they left causing Caesar to breathe out a sigh of relief and without hesitation, he jumped downward.
”Halt!” a slightly high pitched but also mesmerizing voice echoed out and the soldiers paused their footsteps. The fox-kin men looked at Soka with confusion apparent in their eyes, ”why are we stopping?” one of them asked.
As if answering the curious men, Caesar jumped down from the tree he was resting on and presented himself, causing those around him to open their mouths agape. ”W-when did the strategist get here?” one of the men whispered to a middle-aged man just adjacent from him, to which the man in question replied with shrugged shoulders.
Soka, who was at the forefront bowed with a twisted smile, ”to be visited by the top brass is a dream come true” he said sarcastically.
Caesar furrowed his brows and squinted his eyes, ”why are you so late?” his words paused as he examined the blood on many of the men's clothes and armor… ”did you encounter a problem?” he asked.
”Didn't you say it yourself, boss? If the clan resisted and they were too weak, take their food and supplies with force” Soka replied with a sinister chuckle.
Hearing his reply, Caesar clicked his tongue in distaste, ”I'm not too keen on massacring the weak and plundering all of their supplies, it makes us look like savages” Caesar spoke with a disdainful tone.
His words paused, ”although I said to take their food by force, I didn't mean for you to take all of it and leave them nothing” he continued after seeing the massive amount of food in the fox-kin men's hand.