The four squads deeply regretted their decision to make light of Levi’s warning.
The enemies’ attack had caught them off-guard, and they sustained heavy damage.
The Wolf squad and the covert sentries had sustained the most damage.
Only then did everyone understand why Levi was dispatched here by the Dragonites.
Despite Levi’s physical incapacitation, his mind was still as sharp as ever. He was nothing short of a brilliant military strategist.
Right then, Phenix and the others felt their faces burning with shame.
They had been humiliating Levi just seconds ago, only to experience the truth of his predictions.
Regret was, however, a useless emotion in the face of battle.
“Protect the cargo! We can’t lose it!”
Drakon and Panthera rushed forward to take on the enemies.
“How are the injuries?” Drakon asked.
“Four men in the Wolf squad suffered mild injuries, and the covert sentries lost four out of twelve men. The other eight sentries are injured as well,” Salem replied.
“Panthera, Lenix, and Phenix, watch the cargo! I’ll deal with the enemies!” Drakon ordered.
Soon after, he led the remainder of the Wolf squad and the covert sentries to patrol their surroundings.
A mild fog had descended over the forest, giving it a spooky feel.
“Who dares to rob us in Oakland City? Show yourselves!” Drakon thundered.
A rustle, and battle immediately broke out.
Mask-donning men emerged from both sides, crowding Drakon and the squads.
They moved as rapid as lightning—nimble, agile, and utterly deadly.
After a round of fighting, the covert sentries were all dead.
The four men in the Wolf squad were fortunate enough to keep their lives.
Their enemies finally materialized before them, giving off murderous vibes.
Yet, the real danger came from the men leading these masked underlings. They stepped forward once their lackeys cleared a path for their entrance.
When the four men stepped forward, Drakon and the others gasped.
“It’s you!” Phenix exclaimed in horror.
The four elders smirked. “Huh, I didn’t expect anyone to recognize us after all these years.”
“Brett Fender, the Mass Murderer, traitor of the Great Family of Eastford! Stan Langston, the Evil Genius who betrayed the Great Family of Westford! You’re the notorious Venomous Lord, Mikael Fisker of the Great Family of Southford. And y-you! Horatio Zedd; the Sword Tyrant ousted from the Great Family of Northford!” Phenix uttered their names in fear.
As the intelligence unit of the Dragonites, the Phoenix squad was naturally aware of their identities.
The four men before them had especially notorious reputations.
Each one of them was crueler than the last and had done their fair share of dirty deeds.
To put it lightly, they were devils who instilled fear in all who crossed their paths.
They had ignored the agreement of the Four Great Families and infiltrated the commoners’ lives, wreaking havoc and bringing harm to many innocent people in Erudia.
All four were wanted criminals in Erudia and labeled traitors by their own families.
However, they had never been arrested thanks to their exceptional strength and skills.
Efforts to capture them had instead consumed many resources.
Despite this, the Dragonites’ efforts had forced the four into hiding for many years.
Their reappearance at that moment, however, was wholly unexpected.
It belied a more horrifying revelation about their enemy’s ability to summon these four elders out of hiding.
They had, after all, slipped through the Dragonites’ grasp for many years.
They would be rotting for eons in a maximum-security prison if caught.
Yet, here they were, acting on someone else’s orders!
Who could have this much sway over them?
“We’re not their match. We can only delay them.”
“Some of you go delay their advance, and the rest should stay with the cargo. We can only wait for reinforcements to arrive.”
Drakon and the others had lost their will to battle once they recognized the elders.
The only strategy is to delay.
Mikael, on the other hand, smiled wickedly at his orders. “Hand the goods to us, and we promise to let you off alive.”
