"The weapons we prepared for war have lost the most crucial materials."
"But you still have the finished plague buckets, right?"
Huggesen spoke in a hoarse voice, not bright, but it made the Old Wolf Man shiver. It said:
"We have them, but..."
"We won't need those things anymore! Using plagues obviously can't defeat the Transia people, especially their war spirits. Bringing these things requires specialized plague wizards to preserve them. Next, we need to quickly advance through the desolate mountain area, the road is difficult, so send these to the Brass Fortress instead.
The Manson Priest beside Huggesen whispered:
"The retreat of the Blood Scar Clan has infuriated Chief Gorman. This batch of plague can justly quell his anger, and it's a siege battle over there, so the plague buckets will obviously have more room for performance. What do you think, Your Excellency the Divine Chosen?"
"Yes, very prudent thinking, let's do it that way."
