The terrain of the Vierlin Plains was no more than five meters apart, and it was a plain in every sense of the word.
Therefore, in the absence of high ground, in order to obtain a good field of vision, some other methods were needed.
At the moment, Zonyan was standing on a high platform the Camel Humps had built and looking out at the nearby Grayclaw base.
"This isn't good …"
Ever since he was young, he had been studying hard to become a chief, so he was very familiar with this camp.
In fact, some of the defensive measures were even repaired when he was first appointed chief, and he never imagined that he would one day be attacking the base from the standpoint of an enemy.
"We've tried to deliver a batch of surrender documents with bows and arrows," Joey, who had changed his class to Junglewalker said to Zonyan, who was staring blankly at his homeland. "But there's no reaction at all …"
"Is that so?" Zonyan replied.
It was clear that he was trying hard to control his emotions, but there was still a hint of sadness in his voice.
Clearly, such a bizarre situation wouldn't have happened unless Zonyan was truly unpopular during his time as chief and there wasn't a single person in the tribe who sided with him. Even if the Grayclaw tribe didn't dare to directly respond to the call to surrender due to Swordtail's tyranny, they would at least react a little.
Even Joey, who didn't know much about Zonyan's past, could mostly guess what happened in the base.
He wanted to console Zonyan, but didn't say anything in the end, and simply clapped Zonyan on the shoulder.
Whatever the case may be, the Players would always stand on their own side — unless Xi Wei started PvP.
"It's fine. I've prepared myself mentally after I understood that Swordtail's heart was completely rotten …"
Zonyan took a deep breath and did his best to sound relaxed. "And we haven't seen the truth yet. What if the people who were close to me are just being held captive by that bastard?"
"Yeah, that's true." Joey nodded in agreement.
He looked up at the skies. It was gloomy and the clouds were churning incessantly, as if countless vengeful spirits were struggling to escape from the chaos.
Joey shook his head, throwing away his inauspicious imagination.
That was when Vulcan climbed up the platform as well.
"Most of the Players who could come are here, but Edward and the others might return if you wait another two days …"
"I can't let this drag on any longer."
Zonyan frowned and shook his head somberly. "The weather isn't normal at the moment, and there's a lingering gloom in the camp. It's definitely not an effect our ancestral sorcery could achieve … I suspect that Swordtail might have joined some evil cult."
Zonyan paused at that and didn't continue.
But both Joey and Vulcan understood what he meant.
The Evil Cultists were a group of people who were most capable of causing trouble, and they were the kind who only cared about killing and burying, because they did not care about the state of the world, and would only respond to the call of the Evil God to carry out some terrible rituals.
Most of the time, the cultists would make a big deal out of it, and then they would either die or go completely insane, leaving a mess for the local orthodox church to clean up after them.
That was why any righteous church would not hesitate to wipe out the cultists the moment they noticed a gathering of cultists, lest the lunatics summon some evil god's spawn and destroy the entire city. Even the Brilliant White Church, which was slow to react due to its sheer size, did the same, and one could imagine how annoying they were …
Right now, the situation in Grayclaw's stronghold was clearly not normal. The evil ritual might have already begun, and the Players might be wiped out by tentacles and chunks of flesh if they waited another two days.
Aside from that, Zonyan was a little selfish as well. His family and friends might really be imprisoned, and he could rescue them if he led the Players to take down the Grayclaw Walled City at lightning speed? * * * * * *
"I understand. Do you have a plan?"
Vulcan nodded in agreement and asked.
Now that things had come to this, he was naturally not referring to scheming, but a plan for troop deployment. After all, there were more nonhumans following Zonyan compared to the Players.
"I've thought about it. The Players will be the first to charge."
"Yup."
After all, the Players had powerful skills, and there was nothing better than a sharp knife stabbing into the enemy's stronghold.
"Then, the Players will suppress the defenses of the stronghold."
"Okay."
It made sense when he thought about it. Since they had already broken through the stronghold's walls, it was only natural that they would suppress the various defenses up there.
"Then, the Players will form a surprise attack and harass the enemy's rear."
"Alright."
It was a good idea to harass the enemy once they entered the stronghold.
"And finally, the Players will be the main force to suppress the enemy's resistance!"
"Wait a minute. Isn't that the Players doing the work?!"
Vulcan couldn't help retorting.
"Apart from the Long Ears, the other nonhumans aren't like us — they're dead for real if they die."
Zonyan explained with a pained smile. Being an nonhuman himself, he wasn't afraid that the Players would accuse him of being a traitor, and simply said sadly, "The calamity this time has hurt the nonhumans greatly. Many of the weaker tribes are wiped out, and there's no chance of redemption … That's why even a little would be good, and I want to leave some seeds for the nonhumans."
"Sigh …" Vulcan sighed heavily. "Alright. I'll explain things to the others, but the nonhumans can't just sit around and do nothing. At the very least, they have to wave their flags and cheer for us."
"That's only natural." Zonyan replied.
If they really did nothing and relied on the Players to take down Grayclaw, the nonhumans' morale that they had worked so hard to raise would fall once more. At the very least, they should have a sense of participation on the battlefield.
Moreover, it would strengthen their bond with the Players, and the more introverted nonhumans would accept them better even if the Players were to interfere with the nonhumans' construction. It was killing two birds with one stone.
"Moreover, you'll be paying for the banquet after this mission is over." Vulcan added.
"No problem." Zonyan laughed boldly and nodded firmly.
"Hurry up and say thank you, Brother Vulcan!" Joey joked in a corner.
"Thanks, Brother Vulcan!" Zonyan replied cheerfully.
"Screw you!" Vulcan curled his lips, but in the end, he couldn't help but laugh along.
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