When André emerged from the dirty sewers, the sun had risen, bringing light and warmth to the island.
Even though the energy wall separating the entire city had yet to disappear, many residents still cautiously walked out of their homes and looked in the direction of the upper city and the fortress.
They weren't fools. Last night, there had been the deafening sound of cannons and the deafening battle cries. There had to have been an intense battle. In particular, the small guilds that Jesparot had gathered in the lower city were especially concerned about the changes in the situation. They had all sent people out to find out what was going on.
After all, the allied noble army had set up camp and started to reorganize after taking over the castle. They didn't announce their arrival with great fanfare, nor did they raise any symbolic flags.
Only the collapsed city gates and the corpses of the Ratmen littered the streets of the upper city told of how frightening the night had been.
Perhaps because he had been too excited after his conversation with Orlando, André wasn't very tired, despite not sleeping for an entire night. He strolled alone on the empty path, enjoying the warmth of the sun on his body. He didn't seem to be in a hurry to attack the underground guilds in the upper city.
He knew that even though the soldiers of the allied noble army were well-trained and could obtain victory even if they immediately launched a fierce assault on the remaining enemies after taking over the castle, the result of doing so would be heavy losses for themselves. The gains didn't make up for the losses.
It was important to note that clearing out the enemy forces in the city was only the first step of the final plan. Next, eliminating the Pirate King Francis was the most important.
Just as André was considering how to set up a massive pocket formation based on the limited terrain and sea of Valen Island's harbor, he suddenly discovered a beautiful figure blocking his path forward. She was none other than the Charming Witch — Maris.
This ambitious woman wore a crimson V-neck dress today, revealing a large patch of her snow-white and plump skin. She had a charming smile on her face.
There were six strong bodyguards behind her. It was obvious that they had been waiting here for a long time.
"Is there something you need from me?" André stopped in his tracks and asked with great interest.
"Of course!
I wonder if a busy person like you could spare some time to have breakfast with me. I have a lot of questions that need answers, and at the same time, I have something to tell you. "
As she spoke, Maryse took two steps forward as if there was no one around. She bent her knees and performed a standard salute. The bottomless cleavage on her chest instantly made several men around her gulp.
She didn't know if it was because of the increase in power in her hands or because she had been nourished by too many men, but her entire body began to exude the charm of a mature woman. Even if many men could tell at a glance that she was definitely a slut, they still couldn't suppress their primitive urges.
But it was a pity that Andre wasn't among them.
He raised his head and glanced at the position of the sun. After thinking for a few seconds, he quickly nodded. "No problem. I can spare half an hour. But after half an hour, you and your men must be ready for battle because the final plan is about to enter the countdown."
"Haha!
As you wish, please follow me. "Maryse couldn't wait to grab André's arm and quickly walked to her nest.
As she walked, she cautiously observed her surroundings. Whenever she encountered a suspicious target, she would immediately let the bodyguards by her side check it out. That nervous and uneasy look made it seem as if she was hiding from being hunted.
Although André wanted to ask the reason several times, he held back in the end. He planned to wait until they reached a place where there was no one around. After all, no one could guarantee that there wouldn't be any enemy spies on the streets. Especially at this critical moment, safety was the most important.
Ten minutes later, the group finally arrived at the entrance of Thousand Sails Inn.
This place was supposed to be filled with drunkards, brokers, sailors, and prostitutes. However, due to the turbulent situation, there was not even a single guest at the moment. There was only a group of fierce-looking fellows sitting in the hall. They were either sipping from cups of cheap ale or whispering to each other. Every one of them had a weapon within their reach.
Seeing Maryse walk in from the door, they hurriedly stood up and bowed respectfully.
"Boss!"
"Boss!"
"Boss, how is it outside?
When are we going to join the battle? "
"That's right!
I'm about to fall sick from being cooped up here all day! "
…
In an instant, countless people came up to ask questions or complain. The originally quiet hall instantly became lively.
However, Maryse clearly didn't have time to answer them one by one. She slammed the table and yelled, "Shut up!
All of you, behave yourselves!
I'm going to discuss something with an important guest. All of you, be quiet. In at most half an hour, we might start a full-scale war with the Underground Guild. Be prepared! "
As soon as she finished speaking!
A half-beast man about 2 meters tall with 2 sharp fangs on his face stood up and roared excitedly, "Hahahaha!
The war has begun!
The war is finally going to begin!
Long live! "
Following the unique roar from the Orc's throat, the muscles all over his body bulged rapidly. He immediately crushed the wooden wine cup in his hand.
Infected by the fanatical atmosphere, the rest of the people stood up and cheered. They were like a group of bloodthirsty thugs, looking forward to using their weapons to tear open the throats of their enemies and use their blood to pave the way for the future.
Maryse seemed to be a little proud of the manic behavior of her subordinates. She turned her head slightly and asked André behind her, "How are my people?
Aren't they very valiant? "
"Hehe, how do you want me to evaluate them …" André shrugged helplessly and asked in return.
"Just tell the truth!"
Maryse acted as if she didn't see his troubled expression and put on an expression that said, "Come and praise me."
After all, she had only taken over this territory for about a month, but she had already gathered more than 30 experts. Many of them were professionals, especially that Orc Warrior just now. He was at least level 4 and above. In terms of ability, he could be described as outstanding.
But unfortunately, André's next sentence made her tremble in anger.
"Although I'm very sorry, my evaluation of your subordinates is that they are a motley crew.
They may be able to gain the upper hand in a one-on-one battle or in a small team, but in a real war with more than a hundred people, their role is very limited. About one or two hundred professional soldiers can slaughter them. "