They had spent years fighting alongside their warriors. They knew how quickly a seemingly sound plan could fall apart once blood was spilled and people began making decisions under pressure.
She had been looking at the battle from above.
He had been living inside it.
And because of that, he had noticed things she had overlooked.
For a moment, the Priestess looked across the battlefield again, this time without trying to force what she was seeing into the shape of her original plan.
The Deputy Chieftain wasn’t simply challenging her strategy.
He was showing her where it was failing.
And if she refused to acknowledge that now, then her pride could very well get them all killed.
"I have a plan." The Deputy Chieftain’s expression hardened as he looked toward the warriors still fighting around them.
"I noticed something. The warriors who are moving the slowest and have suffered the greatest drop in their combat strength are the ones who were struck by the poisoned arrows the most. The more toxins they have accumulated in their bodies, the more severely they’re affected."
His gaze briefly swept toward the warriors positioned closer to the center of their formation.
"Those of us at the core, myself included, were only hit once or twice. We’re still affected, but nowhere near as badly as the others."
He paused before revealing the rest of his plan.
"There are only a handful of us who are still capable of fighting at full strength. So I intend to take those warriors and break through."
The Priestess’s expression immediately tightened.
"We’ll carve a path through the enemy and gradually retreat toward the direction we came from. If we can make enough distance, our reinforcements will have a much easier time meeting us halfway."
His voice remained calm, but his expression grew increasingly grim.
"However, there’s a problem." He looked directly at the Priestess. "If I leave the formation, I’ll have to leave your side as well. That means I won’t be able to protect you personally."
His implication was obvious. "And if we’re retreating toward where we came from, our enemies will undoubtedly realize what we’re doing. They’ll do everything they can to stop us from reaching our reinforcements. That means the farther we retreat, the heavier their resistance will become."
He tightened his grip around the hilt of his weapon. "It’ll be dangerous. Very dangerous. But if we stay here and continue waiting for reinforcements, we’re eventually going to be overwhelmed anyway."
He was about to continue when—
Fweeeeee!
A sharp whistle suddenly tore through the air.
The Deputy Chieftain’s eyes widened. "More poisoned arrows incoming!"
He reacted instantly.
His massive bone sword was already in his hands as he swung it in a wide arc, knocking several arrows out of the air before they could reach him or the warriors behind him.
The warning had come just in time.
After suffering through the first volley, the Deputy Chieftain and his warriors had become acutely aware of the enemy’s greatest weapon. They no longer allowed themselves to become distracted, constantly scanning the surrounding thickets and trees for the slightest movement.
The Tigren warriors had learned their lesson as well.
The moment they heard the familiar whistle of another volley being released from the bushes, they immediately raised their weapons.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Steel and bone weapons swept through the air as the warriors desperately deflected the incoming arrows.
Some failed.
A few rogue attack slipped through their defenses while they are deflecting the arrows, drawing blood from shoulders, arms, and legs.
But no one lowered their weapon.
Even when some rogue attacks struck flesh, they gritted their teeth and kept fighting.
They couldn’t afford to hesitate.


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