Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 190: The Bait

Chapter 190: The Bait

After hearing Kaman's words, Tres nodded in agreement.

To join the Big Apple City Merchant Guild, the Carlisle family had paid a considerable price.

In fact, the main purpose of developing this ruin was to complete the qualification task for joining the guild.

As long as they successfully developed this ruin, the Carlisle family would receive the promised support vote from Clark of the Pfizer Merchant Guild.

Their chances of a successful application would greatly increase.

There isn't a family that doesn't want to join the Big Apple City Merchant Guild!

Over 40% of the high-ranking noble families in the Netheril Empire have already joined.

The Carlisle family wanted to take it a step further; getting on this track was the best stepping stone.

Therefore, they were determined to obtain this ruin!

The sun set in the west.

The brilliant sunlight gradually faded, and the crimson moon slowly climbed into the sky.

Without the obstruction of the mist, every soldier could see that the flat Misty Swamp had turned into a crimson hell.

No army can march under the glow of the crimson moon.

The Carlisle family's reinforcement troops, who had advanced about two-thirds of the way, arrived at a burned-down temporary camp.

Tres had people check the safety situation.

He specifically dispatched squads to the front and rear.

They stationed themselves at both the east and west ends of the road.

To prevent being ambushed and caught off guard by the enemy.

All his arrangements fell into Matthew's "eyes."

It wasn't that Matthew had Yaya spy from the sky; doing so would easily alert the enemy.

Matthew's arrangement was simple: have Bobo, the little murloc, go and observe openly.

"Whether it's the Carlisle ruin camp or this reinforcement troop, their commanders are quite capable."

After hearing Matthew's words, Angela thought of Brown, who had been leading his troops and waiting around the camp for an opportunity to act. She smiled slightly and asked:

"Should we deal with them first?"

Gently rubbing his hands, Matthew nodded without hesitation and made a gesture to Angela:

"We should pick the soft persimmon to squeeze first!"

Those who had been waiting eagerly all showed joy in their eyes, but also a bit of nervousness, and they all ran to the rear.

Seeing that they were preparing to act, Matthew turned his head and solemnly said to the eager Beelzebub:

"Your task is heavy!"

A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and Beelzebub, bursting with fighting spirit, nodded without hesitation and said confidently:

"Leave it to me!"

Watching his departing figure, Matthew gently closed his eyes and slowly walked out of the tent on the small hill.

Yaya, who had grown to two meters long, was looking at him with excited eyes, exuding a strong fighting spirit.