System's POV Chapter 488: Preventing The Worst Case Scenario From Happeni

After traveling for three days, Thirteen's group finally arrived in the Fangiss Swamp.

Even from afar, they could hear the sound of an ongoing battle, which made Sharroc frown.

"Let's hurry!" Sharroc shouted. "They might need our help!"

Thirteen nodded and ordered everyone to quicken up their pace.

They had brought the wagons with them on this journey, using them as a resting place, as well as a ans to store their weapons and other items needed for the battle.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived just in ti to see dozens of Ratn breaking past the defenses of the Lizardn and engaging them in close combat.

When Sharroc saw this, he didn't hesitate to charge forward to assist his comrades, leaving Thirteen and the other Wanderers behind.

"Everyone, grab your weapons and follow ," Thirteen ordered. "Listen to my orders well, and do not engage in close combat. We are not in our peak condition, so we will only use range weapons to attack the Ratn.

"If so of them decide to attack us, the Hunters and the Cygni Faction will deal with them. As for the rest, do as practiced, okay?"

""Yes!""

"Blow the horns!" Thirteen ordered.

All the supporters who weren't proficient in fighting imdiately blew the horns that they were carrying on their bodies.

This loud and intimidating sound spread across the battlefield, making the Lizardn and the Ratn subconsciously glance in their direction for a brief mont.

He ordered them to sound the horn to tell their allies that reinforcents had co, and to make the Ratn feel pressured from knowing that there were more enemies for them to fight.

With all the Wanderers following behind Thirteen, he imdiately summoned his bow and arrows and began shooting the mont he ca within striking range.

Each shot hit its mark, making the Lizardn whom he had helped look in his direction.

The teenage boy prioritized attacking the Ratn who were on the verge of killing or dealing serious injury to the Lizardn.

Right now, they needed all able-bodied fighters on the battlefield, so if he could save one more Lizardn, the better.

'Sharroc wasn't lying when he said that the enemy's numbers are greater than the Lizardn,' Thirteen thought as he fired one arrow after another.

Thirteen gave the other Wanderers a crash course on how to use a bow and arrow.

Although they hadn't beco proficient in using them, they at least knew how to properly use them.

In fact, Thirteen didn't teach them how to aim.

No.

He only made them understand how far their arrows could reach when fired from different angles with their bows.

Because of this, dozens of arrows rained down on the rear of the enemy forces, making them cry out in pain and anger.

The other archers in Thirteen's team weren't as proficient as him, but they played their role well.

Although not all of their arrows hit sothing, it made the Ratn more wary, knowing that they could get hit by an arrow anywhere, anyti.

Seeing that their reinforcents were helping them push back their enemies, the Lizardn regained their morale and cried out their warcries, boosting their group's overall fighting prowess.

It didn't take long for the Ratn to understand that the longer they stayed, the more of their brethren would be killed.

With a screech of anger that spread on the battlefield, the leader of the Ratn ordered his subordinates to retreat.

Just like a receding flood, the Ratn pulled back as quickly as they ca.

The Lizardn wanted to pursue them, but a loud shout stopped them in their tracks.

"Stop!" the Commander of the Varesti Tribe, Drazzat, shouted, stopping his subordinates from leaving their camp.

After ensuring that the Ratn had completely retreated, Drazzat imdiately ordered for the wounded to be taken to the rear of the formation, where their shamans could heal their injuries.

When all of the injured had been taken care of, he ordered the warriors to take care of the dead and the dying.

Not all Ratn had died. So of them were rely playing dead on the ground or had beco unconscious after receiving a good strike in the head.

Because of this, the Lizardn Warriors would stab their enemies' chests as a safety procedure to ensure that all the Ratn were exterminated.

There had been cases when the Ratn had waited for the right opportunity to strike, taking a Lizardman or two with them to the afterlife.

To prevent this from happening again, the Warriors took this duty seriously.

Only when they were certain that all the enemies were dead did the Commander finally glance at Sharroc, who had co to help them during their dire mont.

"I've received word that the Tribe is going to send reinforcents," Drazzat said. "So are these the new batch of humans that have been captured during the past few days?"

"Yes," Sharroc replied before pointing in Thirteen's direction. "Right now, they are following the orders of that teenage boy. His na is Zion Leventis."

"Zion Leventis?" Drazzat frowned. "I think I have heard that na before."

Aside from Thirteen's team, there were other humans who were also present in the camp.

So the mont their gaze landed on the teenage boy, so of them beca ecstatic because they recognized him right away.

Thirteen glanced at the twenty or so teenagers, who were already inside the Lizardn Camp and saw no familiar faces among them.

He made a ntal note to talk to them after Sharroc had finished introducing his team to the Commander of the Varesti Tribe.

"To those who are in coachman duties, take the wagons inside the camp," Thirteen ordered. "The rest, follow ."

After giving out his order, Thirteen walked confidently toward Drazzat and Sharroc, who were eyeing them from a distance.

The teenage boy was thankful that they arrived at the right ti, which benefited their position in the Varesti Tribe's forces.

Since they were able to save them from being overwheld by the enemies, the treatnt they'd receive would definitely be better than the Wanderers who were currently in their camp.

"It's an honor to et you, Great Commander," Thirteen pressed his fist over his chest and gave Drazzat a respectful bow. "My na is Zion Leventis, and we have co to aid you in battle. Feel free to just call Zion."

"Well t, child," Drazzat replied. "Your archery skills are good. Make sure to continue to put it to good use."

After saying those words, the Commander of the Lizardn turned around to check the reports of his subordinates.

They had suffered many casualties during this sudden raid by the Ratn, and because of this, he planned to change camp to a place that would be easier to defend with their current numbers.

Thirteen watched as the Rank 5 Alpha Monster walked away to do his duty.

Although he had a calm expression on his face, deep inside, he already knew the fate of all the Varesti Tribe's Defenders who were protecting the Fangiss Swamp.

'They are going to lose for sure,' Thirteen thought.

A glance was enough for him to know that Drazzat was a Cannon Fodder.

This ant that soone powerful from the Ratn Clan would co to take the Commander's head at a later ti, boosting that monster's influence among its kin.

Knowing his final outco, Thirteen knew that he needed to make his own preparations to prevent the worst-case scenario from happening.