The sparse and dense trees, the height of the terrain, the changes in the wind direction, and the wide and narrow vision.

These battlefield elements that Amy had never noticed were now floating through Amy's clear eyes together with the clouds in the sky. Any element that is ignored may cause ten or even a hundred times of casualties. In order to defeat the enemy at the level of the Great Elf, she must sharpen every detail of the combat plan to the extreme.

The wind suddenly changed, from the northwest wind to the top-down wind pressure. Draguè slowly descended from the sky in a half-dragon and half-man posture, waving his red wings and opening his golden eyes.

She raised her left hand and pointed to a hill not far away.

"There is a breath of life there, and the number of people is forty-three. The magic level is not high."

"Draguer." Amy looked in the sky without blinking, "Why are you here?"

"Come and help you," replied Draguer, "I want to beat Nesavalcoyotel, too."

"This is a lie," said Amy. "You have signed a contract with His Majesty. Moreover, you have no intersection with Nesawar Koyotel."

“…I’m here to help you.”

"Your Majesty sent you to monitor me, right?" Amy said, "She must have asked you to rescue me immediately when the situation is not good, right?"

Draguè didn't know how to answer for a moment. Her lie had been seen through by Amy, but the specific content revealed was a little incorrect.

"Go back and tell Your Majesty that I will win if I don't need her care."

Draguè stopped in the air, motionless.

"Why haven't you gone back yet?"

“…I’m here to help you.”

"You still say so... OK, since you are helping me, will you listen to my order?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Can you do it by flying north along the coastline and find the Movara Niga and the flying Chrislander, take the statue from there and bring it back to me?"

Draguère was hesitant - traveling thousands of miles to get a statue with no actual value. Amy's order was equivalent to transferring her directly from the army and preventing her from following. But Amy had instructed her again not to let Amy discover her intentions. In order to dispel Amy's suspicion, after thinking for a while, Draguère nodded, spread her wings and flew towards the sea.

After watching Draguère leave, Amy turned around and asked the soldiers to find Bjorn.

"There may be a small enemy army on that hill." She said to the hill where Draguè had just pointed to her, "Bjorn, take a squad and get rid of them."

"Is it okay to deal with it?" asked Bjorn. "Will you alert the snake and expose where we are?"

"It is to alert the snake. Not only do it, but it also needs to let them clearly see Bjorn, and finally put a few more living things back."

"Put it back? Why?"

"The so-called ambush is to be carried out at a place we prepared in advance," Amy explained. "Our whereabouts can be exposed to Nesavalcoyotel."

Bjorn nodded and waved his hand, and more than a dozen soldiers followed him to the opposite hill.

A few days later, in a city-state on the Aztland border, Ivar received information from soldiers who had survived death. At that time, he was sitting alone on the balcony on the second floor, smiling at the sun that was setting.

"You mean, you have found the main force remaining in the rebels?"

"Yes!" the soldier cried, covering his injured shoulder, "I saw Bjorn killing us with my own eyes!"

"Bjorn."

Ivar laughed meaningfully and put his body forward from the chair.

"You have such a great face? You actually need Bjorn, who has reached the second era of magic, to kill you in person. Can you even escape back safely?"

The soldier was so scared that he shivered: "I...I did see Bjorn!"

"I got it, I didn't say you didn't see it."

Ivar lay back on the chair again and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was preparing to take a nap.

"Don't worry about them. Whatever they do, we'll be stationed here."

The calm for several consecutive days made Amy and her group feel abnormal.

"What should I do if Nesawar Kojotel didn't seem to be lured by us?" asked Bjorn.

Amy grabbed his hair in annoyance: "It is indeed a correct judgment. We are hiding outside the border of the empire, and no matter what we do, it has no impact on the empire. Moreover, we are short of food. There is no need for him to take the initiative to seek a decisive battle with us."

"Then what should we do? Will you pull him out after attacking the border?"

"That would only lead to his ability to take the initiative. To defeat Nesawar Koyotel, we cannot lose the initiative to choose the battlefield."

"But he is unwilling to take the initiative to attack! As you said, we lack food. As long as they delay time, we will only fail!"

"Nesaval Koyotel may not know that we are short of food." Amy sprinkled his hair pulled from under his head on the ground, "Call Sitramina."

A few days later, Ivar received a second report about the rebels.

A warrior knelt on the ground and excitedly told Ivar that he had obtained my information: "We successfully investigated the enemy's granary warehouse and retreated the troops stationed. Unfortunately, we were not equipped with enough manpower. After the enemy's reinforcements arrived, we had to retreat. But I still remember the location of the granary, Tratoani, please send a large army to attack in this direction!"

Ivar stood by the bucket and washed his body that had just finished exercising with cold spring water.

"You have attacked once, and can you still expect the enemy to continue to set up the granary in place and wait for you to attack for the second time?"

"this……"

“How much food do they have?”

"Follow the quantity, it seems to be enough for one year!"

"Are you sure it's really food?"

"I'm sure! I've seen it after opening a few packets!"

"Okay, let's wait for a year." Ivar smiled and put his clothes back on him. "Anyway, we can ship them no matter how many years it takes."

——"Nesaval Koyotel is still not ready to take the initiative to attack. And our food is almost over."

Walking among the soldiers who were busy laying traps in the woodland, Bjorn said nervously.

"According to common sense, we can't afford to spend money on our side, so we should take the initiative to attack. Nesavalkoyotel obviously saw through this."

Amy looked at the stars in the sky in confusion, feeling a little exhausted.

"Since it is based on common sense... then according to Your Majesty's words, is it enough to transcend common sense?"

"Beyond common sense?"
Chapter completed!