Oh no! After I Reincarnated, My Moms Became Son-cons!

The anthropoids weren’t in the elven lands. Perhaps they never intended to attack the elves here. Or maybe they felt it was unwise to attack the elves right now. Whatever the case may be, the anthropoids only stopped there for a short while.

I underestimated the anthropoids’ ability to think. Ling Yue said that the anthropoids are virtually brainless, only killing and destroying. Therefore, I didn’t consider the purpose behind each step they took. I was under the impression that the things they did served no purpose. I never expected the anthropoids to act with a plan in mind.

They weren’t after the elven lands here; at least, not now. My guess is that was because they knew that it’d be impossible for the lead team to conquer the elven lands. If the anthropoids over on their side are afraid of the Galadriels, they will be very cautious against the elves.

What the anthropoids want right now is Troy City.

They only wanted the resources from here, the elven lands.

They failed in their attack on Socina City, because they didn’t have appropriate weapons for capturing a city. This time, however, they chopped down a large number of trees in the Eastern forest. They’d have spare wood after building siege towers, let alone ladders. If I made it back one day earlier or Mom headed out one day earlier, maybe we could’ve stopped them returning South to attack us with a large force. Alas, it’s too late now.

The anthropoids should be rushing toward Troy City now. Troy City is the city that sits on the border of the elven and human border. If they manage to conquer it, they’ll be able to threaten both elves and humans. The anthropoids from Socina will be able to gather at Troy City and even turn it into a weapon and tool factory on the frontlines. The anthropoids on the frontlines charging at us may be brainless, but their commander in the rear is a highly-advanced anthropoid as Ling Yue is.

I underestimated them.

I can still make it in time. However, I need to find an old friend, or maybe an ill fate. I‘m referring to the White Deer King.