The Transmigrated Novelist

Feeling that he had jumped around enough and that he should probably be safe now, Roy finally landed upon a tree quite a bit away from the battle site, looking at the happenings.

He understood that the current situation was just a fake and controlled situation by the Masters around Young Noble Fjord and Master Gorg.

The reason for doing so!? Pretty simple, if he could think about Master Troy and Young Noble Clark and his Master then these people could do the same too.

Not to mention that with their strength, their abilities, and their skills, it was impossible for them to not understand even more of this current situation.

So while they were helping the soldiers in the first line they were doing so at the least expense of energy possible.

None of them wanted to expend their strength and power on these weak beasts, and then be easy targets to the true dangers behind all this.

In fact, Roy could think of even another reason why Master Troy and Young Noble Clark had decided upon this trick and trap to deal with Master Gorg and Young Noble Fjord.

Most probably they were thinking of striking another two birds with the same stone. After all, what better bait would there be for the two Rank 5 beasts, than the blood of humans and their brethren.

Who didn't know that beasts could increase their rank, and cultivation by consuming the fresh corpses of the human warriors, or mages, by some strange method!

And for two wounded beasts, what better location would there be to not only recover from their wounds but also an opportunity to get stronger and evolve more.

So the true purpose of the trap most probably wasn't Master Gorg, and Young Noble Fjord they were just additional benefits.

After all, they had even found the lair of the Green Horn Snake but there was no sign of him in there, which made them think of this other plan.

If Roy could think about this, it was impossible for Master Gorg, and Young Noble Fjord to not understand the same.

After all, if they wanted to truly escape from that place, while they would have to sacrifice one or two tramp cards they would still be able to make a run for it.

Yet, they were still standing in their place dealing with the wave of beasts coming their way without thinking much about the current situation.

While Roy didn't know their full plan or thoughts he could guess what they were thinking. Most probably they were thinking of using this trap against the plotters.

What made him feel a bit strange though was what would happen once the two Rank 5 beasts didn't appear in this trap.

Still, at this moment he decided to just wait and see what was going to happen. After all, this camouflage technique he was using seemed to be even better than he had thought.

When he had jumped over the trees at first he could still feel like someone or something was watching him, but now there was no such weird and disgusting feeling inside him.

Now that he felt safer about himself, he thought that this would be a great opportunity for him to learn more about the fights between Masters and experience their battle.

Even though he would want for Master Gorg as his future father-in-law to win, he knew that it wasn't going to be easy for him.

As he thought like that, a weird thought passed through his head, what would happen to that Lady Fiona when her husband died? Who would take care of her?

Certainly, that Earl Clark would surely love this to happen, but she would never give her body or herself to someone that could have killed her husband.

So, he felt a strange feeling like it would be his 'duty' and 'responsibility' to take care of her if something like that happened.

But the next moment he quickly throw these thoughts to the back of his head, as he saw a few Masters by Young Noble Fjord's side started to use stronger and flashier techniques.

While most of them were Rank 3 just like the strongest of the beasts in the wave, their techniques seemed to be flashy and attention-grabbing, but unfortunately trash.

One of them used his Warrior energy to create two eagle claws, looking extremely cold and fierce, like they were some true metallic claws.

Everyone would think about what kind of impact would such a technique have on the poor beasts, but those two flashy claws only managed to scratch a Rank 3 beast's fur.

Of course, not all of them were as trash as that, but even the best technique only managed to leave a deep wound inside the body of a Rank 3 beast, nothing more.

Even though it was probably not expected their flashy techniques attracted the attention of the strongest beasts, as the archers, and the mages rained them with their arrows and magic attacks.

Looking at this situation, Roy couldn't help but think that this was what most people would call an idiots luck.

They do some stupid actions, but the result seemed to get even better than going through the logical path. This was an eye-opener even for him.

The only people who still hadn't done a serious move yet were Master Gorg, Amelia, Young Noble Fjord, and three more people beside him.

One of them was the general commander of the soldiers, the second one was that Rank 4 Warrior, and the remaining one was a hooded guy whose face wasn't visible.

This was the first time for Roy to see this man beside Young Noble Fjord. Despite not being around the camp for long, and intentionally dodging Young Noble Fjord it was still a bit surprising.

But he didn't think much of it, after all, he would be able to look at the guy and his skills in a short time!

Despite being a bit overwhelming the crowd of beasts seemed to have lost their edge, and were slowly on the losing side, after all the opponents had more Masters.

It was just like having a plastic knife cut through one's hand, while it would work at first, it would still end up stuck in there, as it was unable to cut further.

While the beasts were extremely ferocious and were fighting without much regard for their lives, they were still unorganized and attacking through sheer instinct.

On the other hand, Young Noble Fjord's soldiers were extremely coordinated and were acting like a close-knit bunch.

Seeing this situation though quite a few Rank 3 beasts seemed to get even more angrier and desperate, as they decided to finally use every bit of their strength to break through the first line.

The first to do so was a Rank 3 Titanic cat, that used her body as a ram towards the wall of big shields and used its back to breakthrough.

But before the Rank 3 beast could even come close to the wall of shields, suddenly Amelia pulled her sword and sent a crescent sword energy towards the beast cutting it open in two parts.

Her face was a bit red, and her breath was a bit rough, as most probably this was the extent of her strength, but it certainly was something that she could be proud of.

She had managed to cut a Rank 3 beast into two while being just a Rank 3 Warrior, this was extremely rare.

But what everyone was startled about, and looking intently wasn't her deed, but the sword in her hand that seemed to still be glowing a bit.

The one who had the ugliest expression, and the worst thoughts though most probably was Young Noble Fjord, who seemed to have understood just what kind of perverted genius this young woman was.

On the other hand, Roy was perfectly calm about it, in fact, he saw that as something that he could take pride in, as she was going to be his woman one day.

In fact, looking at her cold and detached composure, or to be more exact what he thought to be a cool stature he couldn't help but get a bit excited.

If he didn't have his camouflage activated right now, most of the soldiers and Masters down there would see something more startling than her sword energy.

After all, his sword didn't have a sheath at the moment and was standing as straight as a pole, looking at its prey.

Thinking like that he couldn't help but chuckle a bit at his stupid and unrelated thoughts to the situation, as he continued looking downwards.

What surprised him the most though was the fact that the strongest beast he had seen until now was a Rank 3 beast.

Where were the others, shouldn't there be at least a few Rank 4 beasts around this place!?

What he didn't know though was that he was thinking a bit too highly of the bewitching powder, while it was indeed useful and bendy, it wasn't all-powerful.

A Rank 3 beast was already the limit that the bewitching powder could turn crazy and attract, which should be considered as a great feat.

At the same time, he was underestimating the intelligence of Rank 4 beasts, while they weren't as smart as these old fogies, they were still able to notice a trap.

So while they had approached close to the battle area, none of them was showing itself, and waiting for those damn humans' next move, or the arrival of their strongest.

Like this, the battle reached a stalemate…