"Wizard, are we heading to Fire Oil City now?" After Ryder settled the gathered poor in the square, he turned to Anthony beside him and asked.
"Indeed, sooner rather than later. Right now, there should be very few guards in Fire Oil City." Anthony nodded his head in agreement, then added with a smile, "They would never expect us to launch a counterattack now!"
Everything was going exceedingly well with their plans. For tonight's decisive battle, the Church had deployed all their elite troops, leaving no more than three thousand to guard Fire Oil City.
Most importantly, those two legendary clerics should be absent—there was no one to stop their assault!
"What about Dean Lynn's part?" Ryder hesitated for a moment, speaking with a hint of uncertainty.
The enemy's main force had been drawn away, and on their side, the battle was going very smoothly, but Ryder couldn't help worrying about the situation on the other front.
