You promised to wreak havoc on the dungeon, but instead you've got Dragon Slime!

"They outnumber us, so it's a real tug-of-war, and our logistics are unstable."

“Especially our current supply lines are all maintained by Rift Rock Fortress and Snake Bone Valley.”

"Bacchus is cunning. I'm afraid he won't fight head-on, but will flank us."

Ron nodded: "He really likes that."

"Therefore, we need to force him to confront us head-on."

Claudia was taken aback: "You want to lure him into attacking us?"

"It's not enticement, it's 'invitation'."

Ron pointed heavily on the map, indicating a narrow valley between Riftstone Keep and Ironbone Wasteland.

"Let's set up camp right there."

"No hiding, no dodging, flags up, troops out in formation, defensive lines up."

"If he wants to fight, he has to go head-on."

"If he doesn't fight, he'll just have to watch us push all the way to his rear."

"Let's see what he chooses."

……

That afternoon, the entire army of Rift Rock Fortress was mobilized.

Ron led the main force, Viser brought up the rear, and Claudia was in charge of logistics. The entire army bypassed the main wasteland and went directly through the valley on the south side, setting up camp along the "Twin Bone Gorge" line.

The canyon is not wide, and its terrain is uneven, making it ideal for defense.

Most importantly, this place is backed by the Ironbone Wasteland, but the terrain is just right, allowing only frontal advances and no flanking maneuvers.

This is the meaning of "inviting the enemy into the trap".

Upon arriving at the camp, Ron stepped onto the hard ground, his gaze indifferent:

"We'll wait for them here."

……

three days later.

The outer alliance camp.

Bacchus sat on the high platform, his scepter pounding the ground with a loud thud.

The five adjutants below him had different expressions; some were eager to act, while others remained silent.

"He's here." Bacchus chuckled as he looked at the latest battle report brought by the messenger. "He's here faster than I expected."

"They also chose 'Twin Bone Gorge'..."

"He's not fighting a war, he's trying to lure me in."

The adjutant frowned: "He's a madman. Who exposes their formation in the open?"

"He's clearly trying to force us to cross his lines."

"How about we go around? We can cut in from the southeast and directly attack their supply depot."

"Circling around?" Bacchus didn't move, his scepter slamming heavily on the ground. "You think he can't see through it?"

“He dared to set up camp there because he knew that if we moved our flank, we would expose our long line.”

"Right now he's gambling on whether we dare to bite the bullet and crash into him once he's set up his trap."

No one said a word.

Bacchus closed his eyes, and after a moment, whispered:

"Then let's crash into it."

"Didn't he ask me to come up and fight head-on?"

“I’ll call him right now and show him.”

"Let's see if Ron can hold out this time, or if I, Bacchus, can devour him."

……

Night falls.

Along the Shuanggu Gorge, campfires burned continuously; the war drums had not yet sounded, but the smell of gunpowder already wafted in the wind.

This is not the prelude, this is the eve.

The foreign alliance has made its move.

Ron stood on the high platform, watching the campfire slowly rise on the distant mountaintop, his voice soft.

"coming."

Viser gritted his teeth: "You really lured him here."

Ron said calmly:

"I've been waiting for him for a long time."

The night wind in Shuanggu Gorge always blows horizontally, and the wind is full of sand. If you inhale it, it can make your throat bleed.

There was no moon in this place, and the clouds were so thick they pressed down on us like stone slabs, so we could only rely on the campfire to provide some light.

During the second watch of the night, as the night watchmen changed shifts, an urgent report suddenly came from the forward scouts.

"Enemy attack——"

The sound was drawn out, as if someone had their throat slashed and was letting out their last breath.

Ron stood on the high platform of the main camp, staring at the raging fire in the distance, his expression unchanged.

"coming."

Viser quickly donned his armor and ran up to whisper, "A small force, about four hundred men, their tactical formation resembles a breaking formation."

"That kind of formation has a fast charging speed and heavy attack, but it is not strong in duration. It is a typical 'night raid and quick attack'."

"He really wanted to test how thick our defenses were with a single strike."

After listening, Ron simply uttered two words:

"do not move."

Viser was taken aback: "You really won't fight back?"

“If I make a move, he will know the strength of our front.”

"He still doesn't know how many real soldiers we have and how many illusions we have."

"Tonight, let him fight a battle he 'can't understand'."

……

On the other side of the foreign alliance, four hundred men, like wolves and tigers, cut diagonally through the southeast side of the canyon.

The leader was an old general named Semi, one of the three battalions under Bacchus.

He doesn't talk much, but when he gets physical, he's ruthless.

The vanguard archers unleashed a barrage of fire arrows, their arrowheads glowing with oil, leaving a bright red arc in the air like whips lashed down from the heavens.

Rockets spearheaded the attack, followed by a volley of fire, then infantry charged forward, their target the central camp's main flag.

But as soon as they stepped into the central area of ​​the canyon, all the "patrolmen" standing on their positions stopped moving.

No, it's that they're all "watching them".

Sam's heart sank suddenly.

"Fall back!"

By the time he shouted those two words, it was too late.

The next second, the ground suddenly sank, and the middle section of the canyon seemed to collapse by half a foot. Then, dark shadows emerged from the ground.

The shadows wore armor identical to real soldiers, their faces blurred, but they held real weapons in their hands, slashing at them one by one.

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The illusionary soldiers have become real soldiers.

No, it's an illusion mixed with real soldiers; no one can tell who's real and who's fake.

The battlefield was in complete chaos.

Semim watched as his front thirty men were trapped by the "cutting array," which was not fire but wind, a kind of wind like needle and thread that would cut people into pieces once they were caught in it.

He gritted his teeth and charged backward, but then he heard a soft rustling sound behind him.

He turned around abruptly and saw Ron standing on the farthest hillside, holding a bone staff and pressing it inch by inch into the ground.

He got it.

This isn't a garrison; it's a trap to lure you into a snare.

Ron let them in on purpose.

……

Inside the camp, Viser looked at the battle situation before him, and while deploying his troops, he cursed, "This madman isn't playing tactics, he's playing psychology."

“What he wants now is not to kill, but to ‘shatter your understanding of reality’.”

"He makes it so you can't even tell if you're stepping on the ground."

A messenger nearby received new instructions and shouted, "Commander's order! Do not pursue the front line; immediately regroup and consolidate your lines!"

Viser frowned: "Not going after them?"

"Are you just going to let them go like that?"

Ron stepped out from behind, his tone calm:

"Let them go."