Chapter 252 (2/2)

“Yes! Let go of me!” Romilson roared.

Link said coldly, “There are most likely still Assassins hidden in the wilderness, including at least one Level-6 Magician. If you go directly, the enemies will easily find where the princess is hiding. You’re killing her!”

“You…” Romilson uttered before he finally processed it. He shuddered and the blood drained from his face.

Seeing that he understood, Link let go of the force field. He waited for the High Elf to stand up dazedly and growled, “What are you waiting for? Where’s your unicorn? Hurry up!”

“But this will reveal Her Highness’s hiding spot.” Romilson had broken down like a system’s collapse; his IQ was plummeting too. It was useless to hope he could do something.

“Summon your unicorn!” Link changed his tactic and ordered.

Romilson mumbled something and wanted to argue, but what he had just done was honestly too stupid. He had no confidence now. After hesitating a bit, he summoned the dark brown unicorn again.

Link said again, “Go. You point the way, and we’ll take a detour!”

“Which way?” Romilson asked another stupid question.

Rather than berating him, Link pointed in a random direction. “That way and speed up!”

“Uh…okay.” Romilson obediently steered the unicorn and then sped up. He honestly had no self-esteem now; he went at Link’s speed.

Link asked, “How far are we from the princess?”

“Around five miles away.”

Link quietly estimated and then said, “Then, the princess will be absolutely safe within five minutes. After five minutes, she’ll be in danger, so we have five minutes to act.”

Romilson didn’t understand. “Uh…how did you calculate that? Are you sure it’s five minutes? Won’t they be confused by the direction we’re going in?”

To make him cooperate, Link explained, “It’s a simple deduction. I hypothesized that you were discovered the moment you ran out of the territory. The enemy also guessed the princess’s hiding spot at once and sent the command immediately. It’s around five miles from the territory to that spot. If the Assassins go directly there at top speed, it’ll take five minutes.”

This was a really simple math problem. The shortest distance between two points was a line. Divide the shortest distance by the enemy’s highest speed, and you would get the period of absolute safety.

“They might use magic communication to send the message,” Romilson tried to argue.

“Impossible!” Link said decisively and explained, “Firstly, I didn’t sense any strange Mana waves around here. Secondly, that command is complicated and temporary. It’s hard to use magic communication to send messages like this.”

Romilson was speechless and completely convinced. After a few seconds of silence, he asked, “What if they’re fooled by what we’re doing now? Will it help win us some time?”

“A little but not much. If I were them, I’d choose to split my men into two groups. One group would follow the original direction. The other would follow us.” Link had thought it through.

Hearing this, Romilson grew anxious. “Then why don’t we just go in a straight line?”

“Calm down.” Link seemed to have already won. After a while, he suddenly said, “Okay, change your direction and go at top speed, then keep the distance between us to 160 feet.”

“But this is the wrong direction! It’s wrong by a lot!” Romilson honestly couldn’t understand.

“I know, but stop hesitating and just go!” Link had become strict again.

Romilson’s self-esteem had recovered a bit, but he still couldn’t fight against Link’s command. Gritting his teeth, he started galloping towards the direction Link had pointed out.

After a while, he turned around and saw that Link’s Wind Fenrir had started galloping too, maintaining the 160-foot distance between them.

This was slightly reassuring.

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At night in the wilderness.

“Chief, they changed direction.”

“Changed direction? How?” The Assassin speaking held two dark red daggers.

“Link caught up to the High Elf, and they seemed to have a scuffle. Then, they changed direction.”

“Heh, don’t hesitate. Continue searching in the original direction. And send two more men after them. Don’t lose them.”

“Understood.”

Half a minute later, another Assassin came to report. “Chief, they changed direction again.”

“They seemed to have argued and the High Elf ran forward again. He’s super fast.”

“Oh?” The chief sank into thought. After a few seconds, he asked, “Is it the original direction?”

“It’s at least 20 degrees off.”

“Tell the men to change direction. Follow the High Elf’s current direction. Hurry, they must hurry!”

“Understood.”

Seeing the man leave, the chief sped up too. He was extremely fast—even faster than Link’s Wind Fenrir. After sprinting for two minutes, the High Elf and Link appeared in his vision.

He cackled, “Link, so what if you saw through my plan? It’s not my fault that High Elf is stupid, ha!”

Thinking a bit, he felt that it still wasn’t safe. The two were too fast and might get to the High Elf Princess first. He must slow them down so his men would have more time to search.