Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 133: Night Raid

Chapter 133: Night Raid

Furiously tossing aside the now useless "Hawkeye" scroll, Beverly, filled with anger, glared at the distant hillside and roared:

"This is a merchant caravan? A simple caravan with only four or five hundred professionals? A caravan where only adventurers can fight?"

"Clay golems, heavy crossbows, fully armed guards, heavily armored barbarian infantry..."

"They're almost stronger than the elites of Bloodmoon City!"

"What the hell is Raeld up to? How did he gather this intelligence?"

The rogue standing beside him trembled in fear.

Afraid that with just one wrong move, Beverly might vent his anger by cutting him down with a single sword stroke.

However, he was fortunate. Beverly thought he was still useful and coldly said to him:

"Notify Raeld, gather the others. I want them here by dawn!"

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, the rogue quickly nodded, mounted his horse, and sped off.

The reason Beverly hadn't used "Communication Magic" was to maintain secrecy.

The Netheril Empire's patrols were always watching this area!

Rubbing his slightly swollen wrist, Beverly circulated his combat energy, trying to cleanse and restore the area, accelerating his recovery as much as possible.

He turned his head again, glaring at the small hill hundreds of meters away, whispering to himself:

"Why is the Ser Family investing so much strength and resources into the easternmost part of the Eastern Province..."

"Could it be that they've really discovered that ruin?"

"Impossible... no one but our family should know!"

......

Matthew had no idea that the high-tier warrior hundreds of meters away had mistaken him for a pawn sent by the Ser Family to scout the way.

He was currently listening to Adam Smith tally the casualties.

"Two clay golems destroyed, four severely damaged, affecting their combat capabilities."

"Twenty-two caravan guards killed, six seriously injured, but their conditions have stabilized."

"No other casualties!"

"We killed a total of 472 enemies... no survivors!"

As he spoke those last four words, Adam Smith couldn't help but look up and sneak a glance at the Arcanist, recalling his cold command from earlier:

"Leave none alive!"

With nearly 30 casualties and almost 500 enemies killed,

Even with the advantages of intelligence gaps and the power of gold,

It was undeniable that Adam Smith's defensive arrangements and crisis management had been quite effective.

Matthew nodded and said in a calm voice:

"Well done. Share this news with everyone."

"However, the battle isn't over yet. Arrange for them to rest in shifts."

"Notify all the adventurers that their opportunity to make money has arrived!"

"Announce the 'Defend the Territory' task: kill one bandit, earn 10 gold coins!"