Logically speaking, after suffering the loss of an entire squad and a series of malicious attacks, the next thing the Infected Patrol Squad should have done was gather their forces.
They should have abandoned the “Calabash Brothers rescuing their grandfather” strategy of sending their men in one by one and instead united their strength like the Calabash Vajra to wipe out their enemies in one fell swoop.
That’s how power-fantasy novels are written.
First, send a few minions to give the protagonist experience.
Then, after the protagonist levels up, send everyone in one wave to get wiped out.
Everyone goes home happy, cheering that justice has once again triumphed over evil.
The Infected Patrol Squad should have done the same.
After all, skipping the chain of command and reporting directly to their superiors, asking them to deal with their own small fry, would be incredibly embarrassing.
It would also damage their image in the eyes of their superiors.
But things were unpredictable.
Mo didn’t know whether the higher-ups of the Infected Patrol Squad were simply too smart and had seen through his delaying tactics, or whether they were too cowardly to deal with the problem themselves.
Either way, they actually skipped the step of handling the matter themselves and went straight to the Ursus Army.
And now, the Ursus Army had arrived.
It was illogical, but it was also very typical of the Infected Patrol Squad.
These people had always known only how to bully the weak through numbers and suppress others through brute force.
There was truly no one else quite like them.
The sheer shamelessness of this move was comparable to getting into a fierce fight with a huge white goose at the entrance of a village, only for that goose to call over every other goose in the entire village.
What was this?
What was this?!
Were they trying to launch a dimensional strike?
Did they have no concept of martial ethics at all?
Young man, I advise you to take care of yourself.
That was essentially the situation.
The Infected Patrol Squad couldn’t accept losing, so they simply flipped the table.
They turned around and reported their opponent for not putting the chess pieces back into the box.
It was ridiculous.
Fortunately, the movements of the Ursus Army in such a small border town were not difficult to track.
The camp’s intelligence department quickly detected the Army’s movements and immediately issued a warning.
To the Ursus Army, all the defensive measures currently in place around the camp were nothing more than a formality.
Faced with this situation, Mo transferred the women, children, and elderly to the escape tunnel behind the camp.
Then he ordered the Infected to take everything they could carry and completely empty the camp.
If Mo failed, the Infected could at least continue living with the supplies they had taken with them.
In truth, Mo had no confidence in facing the Ursus Army.
He was no longer the battle-hardened warrior he had once been.
On the battlefield, there were only two ways a Wendigo could die:
Being buried beneath endless waves of enemies…
Or being surrounded and killed by powerful elite combatants.
There had never been a case of a Wendigo dying simply because it was too weak.
But Mo was just an ordinary transmigrator.
The small skirmishes on the ice fields were incomparable to fighting an actual army.
Heh.
It’s only at times like this that I remember I’m a transmigrator.
Risking my life for others?
That’s an experience I’ve never had before.
I’m really looking forward to it!
Mo put on his beggar-version armor once again, strapped his javelins to his back, picked up his spear and shield, and walked toward the distant battlefield.
It was just like the first time he had set out.
Interestingly, this beggar-version armor was actually the piece of equipment with the highest defensive power in the entire camp.
He really…
I’m crying to death.
Unfortunately, the Tetanus Blade was gone.
That sword had been far too broken.
Mo stood alone in the open snowfield, far from the camp.
He closed his eyes and waited for the Ursus Army to arrive.
From within the camp, Roman gazed into the distance at the black figure standing alone on the snowfield.
After seemingly making a decision, he turned around and walked toward the mountains.
A violent wind swept across the vast snowfield, whipping fine snowflakes into the air.
The world was vast and boundless, making it impossible to tell where the sky ended and the earth began.
The cold wind howled around Mo, whipping his cloak.
Upon that endless ice field, his figure appeared exceptionally lonely.
Yet at the same time, it was incomparably firm.
In the distance, the Ursus Army slowly advanced.
The torrent of steel moving across the ice and snow appeared solemn and imposing, like a group of dormant giant beasts.
The Army soon discovered Mo standing outside the camp.
After all, on a white snowfield, a lone black figure was simply too conspicuous.
The Ursus Army immediately adjusted its formation, ensuring that Mo remained within their attack range and preparing to launch an assault at any moment.
Seeing that Mo showed no reaction, the Army’s Commander pondered for a moment.
He was not like those ignorant members of the Infected Patrol Squad.
He could clearly recognize that the man before him was a Wendigo.
As a race renowned for its violence, the destructive power of a Wendigo was unquestionable.
At the same time, there were other questions he needed to consider.
Why had a Wendigo appeared in Ursus?
What was his purpose?
And what exactly was his intention?
All of these were thorny problems.
The Commander waved his hand and summoned a messenger.
“Go and negotiate with him.”
While the messenger advanced, the Commander himself continued issuing orders through the communication equipment.
“Wendigo, this is the supreme territory of the Emperor of Ursus. What is your purpose in appearing here?”
“I have come because of a prophecy.”
Mo’s expression was solemn as he answered with a straight face.
“In the future, the Wendigo will set foot upon this land. As for the manner in which that happens…”
“That depends on your choice.”
Couldn’t the statement I fabricated beforehand be considered a prophecy?
Besides, the Wendigo will come sooner or later anyway, so you can’t exactly say I’m lying.
As for the choice…
if Big Daddy sincerely brought the entire Wendigo race out to join Ursus, would the Emperor really refuse?
Besides, even if he did refuse, I’m here, aren’t I?
Am I not a Wendigo?
Heaven have mercy.
Every word I said is absolutely true.
Everything I said is real.
Thanks to the Wendigo’s formidable reputation on this land, coupled with the significance of the matter itself, the Commander seriously pondered Mo’s answer.
“In other words, the Wendigo will relocate their entire race to Ursus?”
“Yes.”
Mo nodded.
“I have come to Ursus following the prophecy, awaiting the arrival of my kin.”
Mo had never considered himself a liar.
He really was staying in Ursus to wait for Big Daddy.
It definitely had nothing to do with the fact that he had no idea how to leave Ursus.
“I will report your prophecy truthfully to His Majesty.”
The Commander’s voice became colder.
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“How dare you stand before the blade of Ursus?”
After a brief moment of thought, the Commander decided to leave the matter of the prophecy for his superiors to resolve.
But as the Commander of the Ursus Army, being blocked on the road by a single person from the other side was an intolerable humiliation.
It was contempt not only for him, but for Ursus itself.
The Ursus Army’s challenge was within Mo’s expectations.
The Ursus Army was not an opponent that could simply be intimidated into backing down.
Mo swung his spear violently.
The spearhead tore through the air, generating a fierce gust of wind and sending ice and snow swirling into the sky.
He flicked the spear, pointing its tip directly toward the Army’s formation.
“The Wendigo will not submit to the weak.”
“Before my kin arrive, I want you to prove to me whether your strength is worthy of the Wendigo’s allegiance!”
“The Infected have shown me kindness, and I helped them build this camp.”
“Now that you have come to attack them, I must naturally repay that kindness.”
The Commander sneered.
Someone actually dared to provoke the Ursus Army?
It was simply a death wish.
“Ursus never fears battle.”
“I will report everything that happened here to His Majesty, and His Majesty shall decide your fate!”
“…Retreat.”
The Commander issued the order.
Then, under the puzzled gazes of the soldiers, he slowly walked into the carriage and sat down.
A moment later, a bead of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.
Are you kidding me?
Using such a small force to fight a Wendigo?
Are you crazy, or am I crazy?
That’s not how you throw your life away!
The Ursus Army was strong.
But that strength was relative.
A combat unit like a Wendigo was not something this small troop could handle.
A Wendigo could only be countered by elite forces.
Right now, the most important thing was to report this challenge to the Empire, along with the Wendigo’s prophecy, to His Majesty.
Such a major matter should be decided by His Majesty himself.
Nani?
You say the Infected camp?
That’s just a group of Infected.
Leave them alone.
What big deal could they possibly cause?
Nani?
You say the Infected Investigation Team?
And their business?
A bunch of dregs.
Let them die.
Who cares?
Nani?
You ask why I ran?
If I didn’t run, should I have stayed there waiting for my funeral?
The Ursus Commander quickly led his troops toward the city.
He had to report everything that had happened here immediately.
This matter had already gone far beyond the scope of what he was capable of handling.