The Medallion novel Chapter 1596

"Sir, all you need to do is to assemble the troops and lead them five hundred meters to the west from the Wild Hill Pass. When you arrive there, you will see a hole in the ground in front of you. Don't be afraid to enter the hole and walk along the tunnel. At the end of the tunnel, you will find the Tiger Whisker Pass," Rocky explained clearly.

"Really?" Tucker had no idea that Rocky had created a passage out of nowhere that connected straight to the Tiger Whisker Pass. It was perfect!

All the soldiers that were present also exchanged looks of shock. In their eyes, Rocky was currently as smart as a god.

"Yes. You heard me right. I have taken the time to arrange everything in advance," Rocky said and confirmed, nodding his head.

"Basil, I must admit that you have really thought this out. You're so well-prepared!" Tucker exclaimed, looking at Rocky in pure awe.

"We don't have much time left for chatting. Sir, you'd better get ready and leave as soon as you can," Rocky responded after a flash of a smile.

"Okay." Tucker nodded and then began gathering the remaining soldiers and spirit warriors. He prepared them all to leave.

At the same time, Rocky met with those one thousand soldiers, including Maxwell, and formed them into a small team. He ordered them to collect all the cooking utensils and pots they could find and to make sure that each of the soldiers had one.

When everything was ready, Rocky explained his plan to the team. He asked them to wait until the mist emerged and then to scatter and make as much noise as possible. That would make the army of the spiritual race think that all their troops were launching a fierce attack. In that time, Tucker would have led the troops to a safe place.

After they were sure they understood the plan, Maxwell and the other soldiers followed Rocky to the old city gate of the Wild Hill Pass and prepared themselves.

The soldiers' morale was just high enough for Rocky to display his Army-blessing Scroll.

"Come forth mist..."

As soon as Rocky had finished his words, the sky got darker and the air began to whirl. Gradually, mist seeped from the earth and quickly spread, covering the whole area.

"Take action now!" Rocky whispered to his men.

Then, one thousand soldiers, including Maxwell, split into several groups. They rushed into the spiritual race's camp while beating on gongs, drums, pots and whatever they had to make as much noise as possible. It played out just as Rocky had imagined it.

Meanwhile, the army of the spiritual race was resting in the camp. Suddenly, they heard the sounds outside coming closer and closer. They rushed out of the camp to see what was going on and they realized that a thick mist was crawling through the air. In the mist, they could barely make out some figures.

A commander immediately ran into Phelps's tent and reported, "Sir, bad news! The human army is taking advantage of the rising mist and trying to attack us!"

"What? How dare they? Gather the whole army and get ready to fight!" Phelps ordered as he jumped up from his bed.

It didn't take long for the army of the spiritual race to stumble outside and gather near the camp. They stood around, waiting for the human race to attack them. However, half an hour had passed and the army of the human race had not made a move. All they could see was the outline of people flashing deep in the mist.

"Sir, how about we go into the mist and attack them first?" someone suggested uneasily.

"No. They must have set a trap. They are probably waiting for us to become impatient and enter the mist. Send our spies to confirm their strength first," Phelps commanded in a calm tone.

A few of their spies ran into the mist to see what they were up against, but because the mist was so thick, they instantly became lost in it. They couldn't see, let alone determine their enemy's abilities.

In the end, the spies were forced to return empty-handed and report to their commander, "Sir, the mist is too thick. We can't do what you asked!"