Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

Wolfe was meditating by the entrance, using [Detect Hidden] to tell if anything was coming toward them when the first messengers arrived the next morning.

He had to go out to meet them since the presence of witches limited their ability to communicate, but they had a lot of good news for him. They hadn’t found any more captives among the retreating army forces, but they had managed to hit four more locations overnight and had marked more expected routes on the map.

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We’ve only used two, one for a giant rhino and one for a mammoth. Both of them were killed with a single shot, and now we’ve got literally tons of meat in the village curing for long-term storage.” The messenger explained.

“That’s excellent news. The more efficient your hunting missions are, the better. I’m sure you’ve heard that we have a lot more witches here now, and we’ve expanded our facility, so tell everyone not to be alarmed when they see us adding observation posts.

We are planning to settle here for quite a while, and I think that with a heavy dose of magic, we should be able to grow excellent gardens here, even if we have to do it underground. It will give us more to trade than just enchanted weapons since you won’t need as many of those once the mundane army is gone for the summer.”

The scout laughed. “You mean the same summer when all the baby monsters start growing up and setting out on their own? Summer is the heavy season for attacks, even when there isn’t a monster tide.

Not that this was a proper one. The army just herded them here so they could ambush as many of the Coven’s defenders at one time as possible.

If you had been here from the start, then we could have delayed some of the attack groups and made out like bandits off of the loot. An incoming army has way better stuff than a retreating one.

Now that we have better gear, we don’t have to hide from them. Do you have a plan for the retreating groups? Do we got them tonight when they’re weakened from their battle with the witches?”

Wolfe shook his head. “We talked it over last night and decided that they need to be taught a lesson. They’ve gotten too used to treating the residents of the Frozen Wastes as pawns in their games, and now it is time to teach them that they’re not welcome here.

I am going to gather as many of my people as I can and hit them right at the border so they’re trapped against the witches’ forces. Anyone that you can spare to send with us would be amazing. I’ll send more ammunition with them for the heavy guns, and we will make the mundane army rethink their escape route.”

The scout snorted in amusement. “It will be a first. The radio says that they haven’t even realized yet that we’re working with you. They think it is all one demon destroying their supplies out of anger.”

“Do you have enough transport vehicles? I can send witches to all six locations to attack, but sending them all in separate vehicles would be a logistical mess.” Wolfe asked.

“We’ve got lots. We’ve been stockpiling the functional ones we captured to use for spare parts next year. How many do you think we need?” The scout asked, and the quills that were mixed in with his hair began to vibrate in excitement.

“One truckload with two heavy weapons teams to each location. With the witches, that should be enough firepower. I will ask them to use magical armour on your teams as well so none of us take heavy losses.”

“We will meet you there. Good luck.” The mutated man agreed and took off at a run back toward his village.

“Time to get up, everyone. We need at least fifty volunteers, sixty would be best, in six teams of eight to ten. If we’ve got more volunteers who want to take the fight to the mundane army today, increase your team sizes.” Wolfe yelled down into the tunnels, walking up a lot of witches who hadn’t gotten mobile for the day yet.

“What’s the plan?” The ranking officer of the Morgana Coven forces asked.

“We are going to attack from their rear while they’re still fighting the coven armies. We will have help from the villages here in the area as well, with the goal of preventing the mundane army from entering the Wastes.

They’ve been cut off from their supply lines, and they’re pulling back to try to restock for another push. I intend to stop them from doing that.”

“Could you send us to the furthest western group? The chances of there being a Morgana Coven force on the other side are high, and it would be better for them to see a friendly face.” The Morgana officer suggested.

Her ulterior motive was very obvious, to hook back up with her troops and go home, so Wolfe marked her down on the requested point and then filled in the rest as other leaders volunteered.

Eventually, they had so many volunteers that sharing a truck wasn’t going to work. There were thirty witches for each location, all minimally armed with a rifle and a pair of extra magazines filled with enchanted ammunition, as well as a few strong spell casters per group.

Once they added the locals, it should be more than enough to deal with even the strongest of the retreating forces.

“There is no time to waste if we’re going to catch them before the border, where the witches will retreat to avoid the lingering effects of the gas attacks. That’s the zone we want to trap them in.

Every group needs to designate a driver and send them to the garage. Let’s get this show on the road.”