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The War of the Red Knight – The Fist of Avalon – Additional Release [18/25]_3 1337: 451.
The War of the Red Knight – The Fist of Avalon – Additional Release [18/25]_3 “Sister Pogranate is right, we’re few in number, so we have to be smarter about how we fight.
The only support force on the southern line is the Avalon Church, so we need to make full use of this advantage.
Actually, on the way here, I already ca up with a preliminary idea.
Look, I’ve decided to use these!”
He fished out a handful of colorful seeds from his herb bag and passed them to “Lady Shui”, who was a bona fide Priest of the Avalon Church, naturally aware of what Brother ow’s seeds were for.
She took them in her hands and identified, saying,
“Among these are defensive Tumor Wood Guardians, reconnaissance Constricting Vine Spirits, offensive Combat Treants…
Eh, what is this red one?
Why haven’t I seen it at Mother Mary Ann’s?”
“These are Bloodwood Seeds exclusive to the Red Knight of War, a trait of my profession.”
Brother ow explained,
“Once planted, these seeds grow into Bloodthirsty Treants that are more formidable and aggressive than Combat Treants and can even draw blood to grow.
The only problem is they don’t last long, but they are very useful for setting up defensive traps.
I have plenty in my bag; you take these to use for now.
My idea is, we purchase a large number of these oak seeds from the Avalon Cathedral and scatter them along our route of attack.
Although the swamp terrain isn’t exactly the preferred terrain for us Nature Walkers, the Natural Psychic Power there is much higher than in other areas.
With proper cultivation, maybe in just a week, we could have a ‘natural army’!
About a thousand Treants should do.
Though Treants are slow-moving, they have much higher health and stamina than the Skeleton Army, and can even root themselves to form a living wooden wall when needed.
Nourished and replenished by ample Natural Psychic Power, they will also undergo ‘natural adaptation and tamorphosis’ according to the swamp terrain.
If we assign soone to oversee this, who knows, after the campaign is over, we might have a permanent large force in the swamp.
Let’s not even talk about the grand project of transforming the entire swamp afterward.
The re spread of these natural offspring in the swamp is not a bad thing!
Not only can they counteract the Skeleton Army’s wandering everywhere, but if they are nurous enough to form forest settlents, then when the Black Disaster cos, we can buy ourselves a bit more ti.
So, I have nad this battle plan ‘Avalon’s Fist,'”
“Wow, that’s a pretty good plan and idea.”
“Lady Shui” originally had her own tactics, but after hearing Brother ow’s idea, she imdiately realized that won really don’t think as much about war as n.
Compared to Brother ow’s tactics, her original tactics not only seed outdated but also failed to consider the aftermath.
She imdiately abandoned her plans, didn’t even ntion them, but kept nodding instead.
She rubbed her cheeks and said,
“Since we’re doing this, let’s go big!
Let’s take this opportunity to cultivate a permanent outpost for natural forces in the swamp.
Plant at least three thousand Treants in there!
Let them roam free after the battle, and we’ll set up a Druid camp here.
This can also be seen as spreading the Lord of Avalon’s mighty power and majesty.
Lady Natalie might not care about these things, but this argunt will certainly persuade fanatics like Old Eugene – honestly, in Transylvania, it’s also hard for us to find an area where natural forces are as effective over such a large range like the Polluted Swamp.
But we need to find a professional to cultivate the Treants and manage the future Druid camp…”
“You sure don’t aim small, but the good news is I’ve already found a candidate.”
Brother ow laughed and said,
“Little Brother Fu’s lackey, Belly Brother, the one who helps train his Scorpion Lions, is a professional breeder and has already decided to follow the path of a Druid.
He’s a real professional!
Who knows, he might even beco a ‘Tree Herder’ in the future, I’ve already ssaged Little Brother Fu.
He and Belly might arrive by this afternoon.”
“Excellent!
Then we’ll do as you suggest and cooperate with you fully.”
“Lady Shui” decisively said,
“Is there anything you need us to do?”
“Er, money!
I want to borrow so money from Little Wei Ming to buy enough seeds in Morlan village.”
Brother ow scratched his head sheepishly and said,
“Our team’s money all went into buying Wind Eagles and updating our gear.
Those Mountain People, I don’t know what’s gotten into them.
They used to be so simple, yet overnight they’ve beco obsessed with money.
I’m guessing so no-good NPC gave them pointers, but regardless, this investnt is bound to make a profit.
The gear provided by the Mountain People suits us Nature Walkers perfectly.
I suggest you and Orchid visit the Ancestral Woods before entering the swamp and get yourselves a set of ‘Spirit of the Mountain Woods ceremonial attire’ and Woods Walker’s battle armor.
They also have Druid staffs made from millennium-old wood, said to be sacred relics passed down through generations in the Mountain Tribe.
Just by its looks, it’s extraordinary and it’s certainly better suited for a healing profession than the scythe you’re currently wielding.
When you get there, just drop our nas at the Mountain Elder’s, our reputation is already at worship level there.”
“That does sound good.
I’ve seen Little Sheron wearing traditional Mountain Woods attire before, and it was quite beautiful—an aesthetic of natural beauty that I’m not familiar with…
Little Wei Ming!”
“Lady Shui” lit up and turned to call out,
“How much Gold Coin do you have left in your bag?”
“Uh?”
Little Wei Ming turned back, blinking as he replied,
“Just tell how much you need, I can buy more on the forums.”
“Give those poor players a break; you’ve already stripped their bags clean.”
“Lady Shui” sighed, then looked back at Brother ow and asked,
“I still have so personal savings.
Would 30,000 gold coins be enough?”
“More than enough.
We are insiders of the Avalon Church, and I refuse to believe those Witch Hunters have the gall to demand a king’s ransom.”
Brother ow rubbed his hands together and said,
“I’ll set off now.
Let’s et here tomorrow and head to the swamp together to look for the Witch Hunters’ Vanguard Camp.”
“Alright!”
“Lady Shui” nodded, handed Brother ow a nad card, and he quickly left for the administrative office in the Crimson Castle to exchange it for Gold Coins.
30,000 tangible Gold Coins were enough to crush him ten tis over; “Lady Shui” couldn’t possibly carry that much herself.
The administrative office did handle exchanges, but now there were only a few big clients anyway.
Old Huo had wanted to break into the banking business, but after seeing the situation had lost interest.
The prerequisite for becoming a banker was that everyone needed to have money on hand.
With the way things were in Transylvania now, even Mr.
Buffett would starve.
“Being rich must be nice.”
Brother Black Silk sourly said to Three Five Battles beside him,
“I really wish a gentle and beautiful rich woman could see past my stubbornness to my sensitive side, and take care of with so much money that I wouldn’t have to worry about anything for the rest of my life.”
“Ha, a rich woman?
Aren’t there plenty of those?”
Three Five Battles laughed, pointing at the girls from Silver Moon Group,
“Go on, lick their boots, see if the real rich won would even look your way.”
“Forget it, each and every one of those girls is ‘superhuman.’ I can’t afford to ss with them.
They’d finely chop up and find my brain too watery to even stuff dumplings.
So, let’s just look at the distant swamp, folks.
We’ll be spending the next month in this godforsaken place.
Damn!
If I’d known, I’d have brought a bottle of ‘Six God’ in with .
I’ve heard from the students that the insects here are dreadful, not only do they suck blood but also spread disease Debuffs.
Sigh, I just hope they won’t carry off while I’m asleep at night.”
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