632 An Old Trick (1/2)

Patroclus was a much more well-rounded leader. He not only sought talent in strength, but also in wits. Only someone as shrewd as Harmon would come up with this devious plan of pitting Moye against Wang Tong.

The thought of Patroclus' compliment brought a smile on to Harmon's face.

Meanwhile, Wang Tong was fumbling to find a solution before it was too late. They were racing against time; once the dark lord returned, they would not have another chance of sacking the castle.

However, the enemy had decided to turtle inside their castle and avoid any form of confrontation. Even after much deliberation with his men, Wang Tong was unable to reach a solution. They wagered that if the situation didn't turn around in a day, they would have to pull back.

If that happened, Wang Tong conceded that he would have to sneak into the dark palace alone to kill Moye. However, he was not sure if the dark lord would have the decency of having a one on one fight with him.

”Boss, good news! GOOD news! Out scout noticed a large number of dark ones moving toward us. I think they are going to wage a surprise attack at us.” Tan Bu stormed in and shouted.

Everyone's gut feeling told them that this was a trap. They had tried all they could to coax the dark ones out, but failed. Why did they choose to come out of their hiding without any provocation?

Was it a psychological tactic?

”How many?”

”It's too darn dark, but based on the seismic reading, there have to a motherload of them. What's your call, boss?” Tan Bu's hands were curled into fists.

”Do you think it's a trap? Or maybe it is Moye arriving earlier than our estimate.” Ye Zi asked grimly; something was not right.

Wang Tong kept his silence as he mauled over his options, trying to decipher the Zergs' real intention. Was it a trap? Absolutely! The dark ones had set this trap for him, but they didn't know they were the ones being trapped.

”Let's move!”

Wang Tong's decision was final, and everyone moved out without any doubt about his judgment.

Harmon stood on the top of the city wall as he was reflecting on his plan. He had got the report from the dark lord that they would be returning earlier than expected. He would be back in the dark city no later than tomorrow morning.

He had been dragging out the war for over three days, and finally, he would reach the finish line. When Moye came back, he would observe carefully and take notes about Wang Tong's real power, reporting it back to Patroclus.

It would not only be Wang Tong's power at display; Guan Dongyang and other legendary warriors would have their work cut out for them as well, since they would have to deal with the mighty purple guards.

Regardless of the outcome of the battle, the immortals would always be the winner.

That being said, the victory would be beneficial for the immortals if the humans were to be eliminated after this fight. In order to make sure of that, Harmon had decided to offer the dark ones a little help, and lure the humans to cast an exhausting spell on the cannon fodder. It would take them at least a week to fully recover from the spell; by then, Moye would have already swooped down on them.

”Mr. Harmon, do you think our surprise attack would work?” A level A dark one asked uncertainly.

”Hehe, of course! They had been at it for three days, and they must be tired. Don't you want to use their skulls as a gift for your dark lord when he returns? Your promotion is not that far away, my friend.”

”Ha, yes, yes. Thank you for your guidance! I wager this is some kind of human battle tactics, isn't it?”