The Medallion novel Chapter 1591

A moment later, the fancy carriage screeched to a halt. A man over sixty years old stepped slowly and carefully down the small steps. Although his hair was as white as snow, it was impossible to ignore his domineering aura.

Seeing this, Phelps exited his ride and sauntered over to welcome him.

"Nice to meet you, Elder Lenard," Phelps greeted politely, cupping his hands.

"Did your commander agree to my master's condition?" Elder Lenard asked, skipping over all the pleasantries.

"Commander in Chief Mu has agreed to the condition. She asked me to meet with your master in person and reach an agreement with him. So, where is he?" Phelps replied, trying to see into the carriage behind the old man.

"It's too much to ask my master to come here. Since your commander in chief has already agreed to the terms, we will form an alliance with you. And take this. This is my master's gift for our meeting. It's a map showing the distribution of soldiers and the information on each checkpoint in the whole border battlefield..." While Elder Lenard spoke, he took out a piece of parchment.

"Thank you. Please express my gratitude to your master when you get back." At first, Phelps was stunned. He hadn't been expecting them to present him with such a precious gift, but he immediately clutched it in both his hands.

"I will." After saying that, Elder Lenard climbed back into the carriage and left in a hurry.

Meanwhile, Rocky, who had been secretly observing them, also felt confused. Judging from what he had just heard, someone from the human race had sold the information of the human army to the spiritual race, likely for personal benefits. But who was that person? And how did they get their hands on that map? Whoever it was, they must be powerful.

'The army of the spiritual race came here in such an aggressive way. It turns out that they wanted to get this map of the border battlefield. As long as they have the map, I'm afraid the fate of the human army isn't looking good. Hmm... I have to steal the map!' Rocky thought, feeling a plan starting to form in his mind.

Without wasting any time, he snuck into the troops of the spiritual race.

After receiving the precious gift, Phelps did not continue to advance. Instead, he led the army back to the Tiger Whisker Pass.

Rocky saw his opportunity and killed a soldier from the spiritual race who was marching at the end of the troop. Quickly, he dressed in the soldier's clothes and blended in with the other spiritual soldiers. He was going to return to the Tiger Whisker Pass with them.

When they reached the pass, the troops of the spiritual race were dismissed and ordered to rest.

Rocky walked with a group of soldiers, but when they reached an empty corner, he slipped away and disappeared from everyone's sight.

At the same time, Phelps and the other commanders took the map into his own camp.

"Congratulations, Grand Commander Phelps! You have successfully completed the task assigned to you by Commander in Chief Mu. I'm sure you will be rewarded," one of the commanders flattered.

"I don't care about a reward. The most important thing is this map. Now, we can familiarize ourselves with the military deployment of the human troops," Phelps said as he unfolded the map.

"But how can we be sure that this distribution map is real?" another commander asked, frowning down at the piece of parchment.

"It's very simple. We will send some spies to the front line of the troops in the left corner to check. If what they find matches the map, it means that the map is real." It seemed like Phelps was at least three steps ahead.

"Impressive! Grand Commander, your plan is brilliant!"