Chapter 146 - Rest and Reorganization

Chapter 146: Chapter 139 Rest and Reorganization"Say that again?" Lulu felt she might have heard wrong.

The butler repeated the intelligence, "In response to the young lady’s query, the ambush at Linlin Town orchestrated by Feren has failed, and he himself has fallen in battle there."

"That useless trash!" Lulu smashed the teacup in her hand in anger and shouted, "Where did those people escape to?"

The butler shook his head, "The ambush was a disaster. According to soldiers who fled back, the hundred men on the other side were all elite fighters with extremely rich combat skills. They also possessed a skill for wide-ranging magic prohibition."

"Hmph! All excuses!" Lulu took the detailed report from the butler and, after reading it, sat back down, murmuring, "Thirty thousand men were killed, nearly eight thousand of them, and not a single one of them was lost on the other side. With that kind of strength, we absolutely cannot let them return to the Imperial camp!"

"However..." Lulu changed her tone, "It proves that they are quite formidable."

Saying this, the girl picked up a sketch that had just been completed on the table and started to add eyes to the figure. With this, an image of Lu Hong came to life on the paper.

"How did he perform in that ambush?" Lulu lifted the sketch, asking the butler.

Responding to the young lady, "It was the magic prohibition skill he used, and it was he who killed Feren, defeating our army."

After receiving the butler’s confirmation, Lulu smiled even more joyfully and then asked, "Butler, do you think my drawing is pretty?"

"Good," the butler replied with a kind smile, "Miss, your drawing is very good indeed."

"Hehe." Pleased with the praise, Lulu’s face lit up with a smile, then said, "Notify the third legion, the seventh legion to advance toward Baiyun Mountain. I want to bury the Empire’s dogs in Baiyun Mountain!"

"The old servant will see to it right away," the butler bowed and excused himself. Lulu, gazing intently at the somewhat handsome young man before her, said, "Ever since I was little, they’ve all cursed me as a monster, wanted me dead. Even my mother killed herself to protect me. Besides you, butler, you are the first person to show me kindness!"

"So..." Lulu’s tone took on a sinister edge as she spoke, "I want to keep you by my side forever, always, always by my side..."

Turning attention back to Lu Hong, with old Hank, who was well-versed in survival skills, guiding them, Lu Hong and his companions had set up a temporary shelter in the remote wilderness.

"Old Hank, are you sure it’s safe here?" Lu Hong looked around. Despite the dense forest providing cover, they hadn’t traveled far, risking being found by the Golden Family at any moment.

"How long have I been fighting them? If I say it’s safe, then it’s absolutely..." Mid-sentence, old Hank saw a soaring hawk in the distance and quickly warned in a low voice, "Everyone hide!" Lu Hong was also pulled by old Hank to duck into the bushes.

"Is the enemy here?" Lu Hong asked nervously.

"No, it’s a magic familiar of the Golden Family." Old Hank pointed to the eagle circling in the sky, "That’s a Golden Eagle, bred by the Golden Family, with modified eyes, capable of sharing its vision with its master."

"Then let’s just take it out," Qi Rong suggested, worming his way over like an earthworm.

"Don’t move rashly!" Hank hissed, "Are you out of your mind? If it dies, wouldn’t that indicate our presence here?"

Qi Rong was stunned and couldn’t help but exclaim, "You make a good point."

"Idiot!" old Hank rolled his eyes, then said, "As long as we hide well and wait for this eagle to finish scouting the area, we’re basically safe."

Half an hour later, the eagle circling in the sky appeared to find nothing and finally flew away.

"We’re safe now," old Hank stood up, patting the dirt off himself.

Once they confirmed the alert was over, the Thunder Warriors began to check their wounds. Although they had lost none of their comrades in the battle in town, many had sustained fatal wounds that required immediate attention, or they would be in mortal danger.

"I’ve still got some potions Caesar gave me. Why don’t you check them out and see which ones are useful?" Lu Hong took out a hundred bottles of magic potion that he was supposed to deliver to Lai Li.

Old Hank took a look but did not receive them, "Didn’t Caesar tell you the purpose of these magic potions?"

"No, he asked me to give them to... Xiaoxiao," Lu Hong almost blurted out Lai Li’s name.

"Let me see, let me see." The alchemist master, Qi Rong, having not been harmed in the recent combat, seemed to be well understood by old Hank for his importance, so he was specially protected from all sides.

"Holy shit! Is this Divine Blood?"

"Holy shit! This is Black Accumulation Pill?!"

"Fuck..."

"Fuck..."

Qi Rong’s list of potion names, to be honest, Lu Hong didn’t understand a single one.

"Brother Tu, where did you get these from? These are all premium potions, with specialties from various planes included."

"Will these be of any use for their injuries?" Lu Hong didn’t care where these things came from, he just wanted to atone for his past mistakes.

"They’re useless." Qi Rong shook his head, "Most of the potions here are for replenishing soul power and recovering lost magic power, they won’t help with their external injuries."

"Alright then." Lu Hong reluctantly took back the potions; it seemed Caesar really had prepared them all for Lai Li.

The old man Hank knew what Lu Hong was thinking and said, "We have our own healing potions; these injuries are nothing, they’ll recover in a couple of days."

"Hey! Are you looking down on me?" At this point, Qi Rong spoke discontentedly to old man Hank, "With me here, do you think I’d let them suffer for another two days?"

As he spoke, Qi Rong took out a bottle of potion from the Space Ring and handed it to old man Hank, "Find some clean water, dilute it a hundred times, and apply it on their wounds, I assure you, in less than an hour, their wounds will heal as if new."

"It’s that effective? An eighth-level potion?" A potion that could achieve the effects Qi Rong described must be at least an eighth level, but potions of this level aren’t something that ordinary people can afford, at least their Thunderclan couldn’t.

"Heh!" Qi Rong said scornfully, "Do you think I’d let you dilute an eighth-level potion a hundred times? This is ninth level, do you understand? Ninth level!"

"Ninth level?!" Old man Hank smacked his lips. A ninth-level potion could sell for millions of Gold outside, and suddenly old man Hank felt his hand trembling while holding the potion; it was too valuable!

"Of course, this is the famous external injury Magic Potion, Spiritual Healing Water, from the Qi Family, a bestseller across all the major planes." Qi Rong said somewhat proudly, "If I hadn’t brought so little when I left home, I could have given you a few bottles."

"I thought you made it yourself." Old man Hank muttered a few words, and then proceeded to apply the potion to the wounded Thunderclan warriors as Qi Rong had directed.

Indeed, in less than an hour, wounds from swords and knives healed as if they were never there, and for the damages caused by magic, such as frost and burns, Qi Rong also took out some effective potions to treat the Thunderclan warriors.

"Indeed, bringing him along was the correct decision." The squad, which originally needed two days to recover their combat strength, improved their efficiency countless times through Qi Rong’s intervention.

What’s most terrifying about an alchemy master is their ability to maximize the use of potions to their full potential, vastly reducing the time needed to recover combat strength; in a war of attrition, an alchemy master could invisibly increase their side’s chances of victory.

"Hey!" As night fell and after dealing with the affairs of his own clan, old man Hank plunked down next to Lu Hong and said, "You’re not going to do any more stupid things, are you?"

"No, I didn’t think a girl who hadn’t even undergone her First Transition could cause such a complication," Lu Hong racked his brains but couldn’t figure out how the girl Lulu had woken up and sent a message to the Gold Family so promptly.

"I didn’t expect it either," old man Hank said, "But now that we’re involved in this war, we must never show any mercy, especially since we’re on the enemy’s territory, any misstep could lead to an irreparable situation."

"If it wasn’t for your roar today, we would probably have been trapped and killed by Feren using remote professions in that small town." Even now, old man Hank had a vivid memory of the intimidation skill: "And that last roar, it even disrupted my own magic power, completely stopping its flow. What exactly was that skill?"

"Intimidation, a low-level skill that warriors can learn upon their Second Transition, specifically to control professions that use magic skills."

"No way? I know about the Intimidation skill; it’s supposed to only affect those who are one level lower than oneself, and both Feren and I have high resistances, so how could Intimidation affect us at this level?"

"I can only say that there was a deviation during the inheritance of this skill, and it lost its original power," Lu Hong didn’t know how else to explain it. He certainly couldn’t say he possessed Divine Blood; that would be too shocking.

"Okay, but this move is indeed very useful, even capable of affecting the outcome of a battle," old man Hank had a high regard for Intimidation, and then asked, "Since you have this skill, why didn’t you use it when you dueled with me?"

Lu Hong didn’t answer old man Hank; he just rolled his eyes at him. Without the huge boost from Bloodthirst, he couldn’t possibly have disrupted a Third Transition expert’s flow of Magic Power. In their last duel, even by shouting himself hoarse, it was futile.

"Heh heh, come on, have something to eat." Old man Hank took the jerky and big steamed buns from his clan member and said, "These two together are the perfect match."

"Right, right, delicious!" Qi Rong was devouring his with relish; for him, who had been clothed in silk and fed on fine food since youth, occasionally tasting such rustic countryside fare was quite a unique flavor.

"Thank you." Lu Hong took the food. Old man Hank seemed to have forgiven Lu Hong for the errors he had previously made, after all, he had made a significant contribution in this breakout, which could be considered as redeeming his previous fault. Sёarch* The Novёlƒire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Now that we’ve completely exposed ourselves, the road back to the empire’s camp might be blocked," old man Hank munched on his food while speaking with some concern, "Moving forward within the Gold Family’s territory might become exceedingly difficult."

"Then let’s fight through, just like how the Thunderclan used to stir up trouble in the past, let’s continue," Lu Hong had thought it through. Since they’d been exposed, they might as well cause a big commotion.

"Okay, let’s freely wreak havoc and thoroughly mess up the Gold Family’s rear," old man Hank wiped his hands clean, "I’m really good at this kind of stuff."