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Chapter 94 Assassination Plan

"Today's battle has proven one thing: those special dire wolves are mixed in with the beast tide, secretly directing it."

"Like that wolf I nailed to death today," Ryan recalled the scene. "It was less than fifty meters from the city wall."

"This is the opportunity."

Renn looked around.

"My plan is: assassination."

"When the massive beast tide attacks, do not commit all your forces to defend the city walls. In addition to defense, we need to reserve a small squad: composed of regular knights and a dozen or so of the most elite soldiers from each garrison."

"This squad doesn't participate in combat normally; they maintain their physical strength and condition."

"Wait until the battle is at its most intense, until the warg that commands the enemy reveals its location—"

Ryan made a chopping gesture.

"Break through the monster horde and head straight for that dire wolf."

"Once we kill it, the remaining monsters will likely scatter and flee in all directions, just like they did today. At that point, no matter how many there are, they will collapse on their own."

After hearing Renn's plan, the knights in the room looked at each other, still somewhat hesitant.

The knights were all mentally working out the plan.

This is gambling with your life.

Surrounded by hundreds or thousands of monsters, abandon the fortified city walls and take the initiative to kill a heavily guarded dire wolf.

That sounds like suicide.

"That's too risky."

Garrick shook his head: "In that kind of chaotic battlefield, once you're surrounded, there's no way to retreat. Besides, since those dire wolves can command the beast tide, they're definitely not stupid; they must have elite guards around them."

"It's very risky."

Raine did not deny it; his voice sounded like he was stating an objective fact. "But knights, please do the math."

"If we hold out to the death, how long can our city walls hold out against the relentless attacks of thousands of monsters? How many days can our soldiers last? Once the defenses are breached, our entire army will be wiped out."

"And what if we execute this plan?"

"Today, from reversing the offensive to the collapse of the monsters, it only took less than thirty minutes to dismantle the beast tide."

"Is it risking total annihilation to secure a slow death?"

"Should we use an elite squad to try and turn the tide?"

Ryan looked at everyone present.

"To survive this winter, you have to be tougher than those monsters."

The knights remained silent for a long time without answering.

Valen looked at Ryan with a complicated expression.

Valen spoke first: "I think Ryan is right."

"Our current troop strength is simply insufficient to support each other. If we encounter another attack of this scale, we will have no choice but to fight to the death."

"Furthermore," he glanced at Garrick and the other knights, "you are all full knights. Don't tell me you don't even have the guts to charge into a horde of monsters and kill a single wolf."

This statement was like lighting a powder keg.

The knight's sense of honor was stung.

"Who said there isn't?!"

The bearded knight was somewhat excited: "Back when I was hunting howling monsters in the wasteland, you weren't even a novice knight! It's just killing a dire wolf, I agree to the plan!"

I agree.

Garrick took a deep breath: "The terrain at my encampment is narrow. If I can jump down and kill that particular dire wolf, the crossbowmen up there can riddle the rest with bullets. That's better than just waiting up there."

Gradually, more and more knights nodded in agreement.

These knights from the North never lacked the courage to fight to the death in desperate situations.

"Since no one has any objections."

Seeing this, Renn breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"So, this is the core of our next tactic."

"Upon returning, I request that each of you select your most elite soldiers to form your own decapitation squads. Once a large-scale beast tide is discovered, immediately locate that special dire wolf."

"remember."

Raine's voice turned low.

"Only by killing the dire wolf can we survive."

Although this statement sounds absurd, it can give people a glimmer of hope for victory in the long winter night.

"Then it's settled." Garrick concluded at the meeting. "In addition, I have a suggestion: if a large beast tide really comes to each of the outposts, then light red beacon fires; if the beast tide is dealt with on its own, then light yellow beacon fires."

"In this way, we can at least exchange some information and know the general situation of each garrison, which will also make it easier for the garrisons that have not been invaded by the beast tide to send troops to support them."

The knights all nodded in agreement after hearing his opinion.

Garrick stood up: "Don't sleep too soundly tonight. Even though the monsters have scattered, in this situation, who knows what might crawl out of the snowdrifts?"

"rest assured."

Valen leaned back in his chair and waved his good right hand. "I've lost a few of my scouts, but the rest are still out there keeping watch. The alarm bells will ring at the slightest sign of trouble."

The knights gradually dispersed.

They returned to their guest rooms. Raine followed the knights back to the room Valen had assigned him.

As the night deepened and all was quiet, only the guards on watch and the occasional snores could be heard outside.

Raine slowly felt the changes happening within his body—today was the day the Black Rock Breathing Technique was fully evolved once again.

A strange sensation flowed through his body and finally settled into his limbs.

It wasn't the intense pain of the previous evolution [Heart Chapter], but rather a tingling, swollen sensation.

It's like the feeling of lactic acid constantly being produced in the body after a long run.

[Black Rock Breathing Technique - Limbs Chapter (Compression Amplification)] Evolution complete.

Raine slowly lowered the greatsword in his hand, looked down at his hands.

These hands don't look like they've changed much, but beneath the skin, the muscles are undergoing some kind of qualitative change.

Ryan tried clenching his fist.

With a series of clicks and cracks, not much force was used, yet a series of sounds burst forth from between his knuckles. The air was compressed and expelled from his palm.

He grabbed a piece from the corner of the table.

Renn's five fingers exerted a slight force.

No breathing techniques were used, and no life energy was mobilized. It relied solely on the contraction of the muscles themselves.

puff.

The oak wood slowly crumbled in his hands. Wood chips fell through his fingers.

"This grip strength—"

Renn looked at his hands covered in sawdust, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.

This is not just an increase in strength, but a qualitative change in explosive power.

This means that when he wields that two-handed greatsword, his speed will definitely be significantly faster than before.

In close-quarters combat on the battlefield, even a difference of only a fraction of a second can be the boundary between life and death.

"but----"

Ryan frowned and tried to pick up a quill pen from the table.

The moment my fingertips touched the pen shaft.

Snapped.

He snapped the fragile quill pen in two.

"As expected, my fine motor skills have declined." Renn looked at the broken pen and chuckled self-deprecatingly.

He is not yet used to the strength in his hands and finds it difficult to control his power.

But it is not important.

In this critical moment, all he needs to do is swing his sword fast enough and crush the bones of those dire wolves.

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