Chapter 750: Volume 22: Revival and Rise - 10: Deadly Trick
Without a sound, Dashler nodded his agreement with Shami’s view. Mortals have always treated the Beamon Tribe with a condescending attitude, viewing them universally as the epitome of brawn over brains, never able to stand on equal footing with mortals. Even when the Beamon frequently caused harm to mortal kingdoms, they believed it was because the mortals did not take them seriously or because of internal strife. As long as mortals were serious, with their far superior manufacturing capabilities, trained organizational discipline, and unique magic skills, the Beamon Tribe would always be relegated to roaming the Mogan Wilderness.
Mortals harbored an attitude of exploitation and manipulation towards the Beamon, especially those with special powers, who thought they could toy with the Beamon Tribe at their own discretion. But Dashler knew that the mortals would eventually pay a painful price for their arrogance, and that moment seemed to be gradually approaching.
"Shami, how far do you plan to go?" Dashler still did not lift his gaze.
"How far? If I could completely destroy the resistance of The Kingdom of Nicosia, that would be my greatest wish," Shami said, "but it seems that it won’t be easy to achieve that in one fell swoop. However, this opportunity is too rare. As long as Nicosia’s Royal Court Magicians leave Jazair, I believe we can take Jazair. Then, even if we cannot defeat the Nicosians in one stroke, as long as we control Jazair, the entire north and central region of Nicosia will lie prostrate before us, including most of the region to the east. That is my minimum goal."
Shami Taegor’s furry fingers moved across the map hanging in the tent, a map of the Northern Region of the Blue Continent. The Beamon Tribe had also gradually learned to use maps in their prolonged warfare against mortals, combining their intuitive and judgmental approach with this more scientific method, significantly increasing the efficiency of the beastman army’s marches.
"Look, Dashler, here are The Kingdom of Nicosia’s two major lords in the north, who have built a rather solid defensive line to the north. Breaking through there would cost us dearly," Shami continued, pointing at the map. "And if you look here, breaking through from either of these two sides would allow us to strike directly under the walls of Jazair City. Once we occupy Jazair, the entire north of The Kingdom of Nicosia would open its arms to us, exposing Galle and Homer at once, which would be so advantageous to our next move! By that time, the whole of Nicosia would be at our disposal, and our Beamon Tribe could easily enjoy all the finest things in the world!" With his voice growing louder, Shami seemed inspired by his own plans.
"Shami, if that’s the case, then what are you worried about? Why not take the whole of Nicosia in one fell swoop?" Another voice cut in, slightly hoarse and deep. The lean man who had just opened the tent flap came in, rubbing his hands together, his eyes already fixed greedily on the map on the tent canvas.
"Carter, perhaps we could make a long march to every corner of Nicosia, but can we conquer each castle and fortress? No, we are not ready yet. The power of mortal Mage Corps is too strong; the Shamanic Power that the High Priest has painstakingly cultivated is not yet able to withstand such a tremendous strain. We cannot be satisfied with a momentary pleasure; this small amount of Shamanic Power has taken us more than twenty years to prepare, and a new batch of Shamanic Power is still in training. We need more time! If it this opportunity weren’t so excellent, I wouldn’t want to reveal our true strength prematurely, but if we can take down Jazair, it’s worth it," Shami said, standing with his hands clasped behind his back, his tiger eyes gleaming as he stared intently at the city of Jazair marked in the center of the map. "Without Jazair, The Kingdom of Nicosia would become scattered, no longer possessing the ability to pose a threat to us. And once Nicosia falls, the mortals of the entire Northern Continent will no longer be able to ignore us as they have in the past. We will win more!"
Carter Wolfe was clearly moved by Shami Taegor’s words. Roaming the mortal territories had always been Carter’s dream; since he was young he had dreamt of leading an invincible force of Wolf riders sweeping across the continent. However, the mortals’ deceptively weak but resilient defense lines, like a taut tendon wrapping tightly around the Beamon Tribe, especially the power of mortal mages, was a nightmare for the Beamon. Their presence meant repeated success and repeated frustration for him, and the lack of power to counteract mortal mages meant the Beamon Tribe was never able to perfectly complete a campaign. But now, as Shami said, maybe this was the best opportunity the Beamon Tribe had in years.