The Transmigrated Novelist

Damn!

This was the only situation that none of the sides involved in this mess would want to face. A stalemate would surely block every possible outcome.

Roy was sure that even a clean wipe-out of the whole beasts in there would be a much better situation for everyone involved, than this fucking stalemate.

Now, even if the side of Master Gorg and Young Noble Fjord showed an opening who would dare to take his chances.

Whoever did it would most probably be the stupidest guy on the planet, as even Master Gorg's and Young Noble Fjord's faces turned dark and gloomy.

The biggest reason for reaching this stalemate was that the ferocity of the beasts involved had suddenly cooled down by a lot, and there were no new additions to their number.

They could feel a few Rank 4 beasts in the surroundings, but they didn't seem to have any intention of attacking.

Master Troy and Young Noble Clark, but even the others had clearly underestimated the intelligence of these beasts by quite a bit.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Roy couldn't help but have a weird complexion on his face, but at the same time, he was full of expectations.

Now that the situation had reached such a weird stalemate, and he also knew that the Rank 5 beasts wouldn't make an appearance, just what would these guys do?

This would be a perfect moment for them to show their brains, and intelligence, as even Roy had troubles thinking about a solution since both sides didn't want to fight at full strength, and head-on.

If they did so, not only would they endanger their selves, but they would also most probably turn this situation favorable for the Rank 4 beasts waiting in ambush.

Right now there was only one clear thought in the heads of each and every one of the sides present, whoever acted first would either gain or lose the most.

With this weird stalemate reached, Master Gorg and Young Noble Fjord didn't seem in a hurry to kill and dispose of all the Rank 3 beasts, while the rage and fury in their eyes were clearly disappearing.

The effect of the Bewitching Powder was slowly dispersing, as the beasts were regaining their clarity, and even started to retreat, leaving only the carcasses of the dead beasts behind.

Despite the beasts' disappearance though, Young Noble Fjord didn't order his soldiers to break formation and move, as instead, he said,

"No one is allowed to break formation! Standby!"

The soldiers didn't seem happy with their Young Noble's order, but none of them refuted, as they kept their ground.

At this moment, Master Gorg's exploding voice was heard through the area of a few hundred meters,

"Troy you old thing it seems like your trap didn't work! How long are you planning on hiding your sorry ass!

Come here and fight me!"

He was expecting the opponent to come out of his hiding, and scoff, or attack him, but unfortunately, there was no response from him.

That clearly surprised Master Gorg, and Young Noble Fjord, but they could do nothing about it. In fact, neither of them seemed able to know how or where their enemy was hiding.

What stunned Master Gorg even more though was the fact that he wasn't able to sense even that brat who escaped earlier.

Master Troy and the others were a different matter, as they were at least Rank 5 Masters, but that kid was just a Rank 2 Warrior.

How was it possible!?

After all, even if he had died there should be left a body behind right? But he didn't seem to have died, so where the hell was he!?

Feeling Master Gorg check the surroundings with his 'sense area' Roy couldn't help but feel a bit nervous, but soon he was able to calm himself when he saw Master Gorg's facial expression.

The face of the beautiful Amelia was extremely attractive to him at the moment, as she seemed really focused on her surroundings, cold, cool, and a bit worried.

Even in a situation like this, she was still able to keep her composure and not show her worry clearly on her face, which gained Roy's admiration.

Like this slowly seconds passed, seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours, and soon more than 8 hours at passed, as it was slowly getting dark.

All this time there had been no significant change, but with the arrival of the darkness, the soldiers started to get wearier, and since they had been in formation all day they were extremely tired.

Sure they were all Warriors, and they could hang on for a day or two without sleep, but standing all day in the same position, holding a big metal shield was certainly exhausting.

As if that wasn't enough, they hadn't even been able to eat a thing the whole day, making their situation even worse.

They weren't the only ones though, as even Young Noble Fjord who had been on top of his horse this whole time, and had even eaten, and rested, seemed to be able to curse and insult out loud.

The only revelation during this time had been Master Gorg's filthy tongue, as he had managed to curse Master Troy with different curses for one hour straight, and then repeat them 8 times.

Roy had no idea who held the previous record, but he was ready to put his hand over fire that the record belonged to his future father-in-law from now on.

In fact, even Roy was a bit angry at these guys' behavior, and even the way they were acting, as he didn't like this stalemate either, but he knew he had no chance if he made a move.

He wasn't so stupid as to destroy the best card he was holding at his hand at the moment, which was his camouflage.

'Roooaaaarrr…, rooooaaaaarrrrr…, rooooaaaaarrrrrrr…'

At this moment though the silence across the area was finally broken from a few more roars.

It was only now that Roy understood the next line of plan, apparently, the first wave had been only to keep them on edge, and the true attack was planned for now.

The only reason why he thought so was that he had a feeling that the number of the beasts this time was at least a few times bigger than the previous one.

But the most effective point of this plan wasn't the number of the beasts, but that Young Noble Fjord's stupidity.

Despite not seeing any signs of attack until now, he hadn't allowed his soldiers to rest, or give them the opportunity to eat.

This situation was extremely weird!

Even though Young Noble Fjord was a lecherous idiot, who would usually lose his clarity and reason, he still wasn't that stupid right?

So, Roy thought that what he did might have been his scheme, an opening he had intentionally shown to the enemies.

He couldn't see his face perfectly from the spot that he was hiding, but he felt that for a fleeting instant he could see a smirk on his face.

The boring show seemed to have reignited, and Roy was really looking forwards to it.

In the meantime, the moment he heard the roars of the beasts, Young Noble Fjord started giving orders once again,

"Same tactics! Prepare for Impact!"

Since the first time the tactic they had used had worked perfectly to a fault, why would he want to change it?

Even though the soldiers seemed to have become a bit tired during the day, they all started to regain their color and fierce expressions once again, as they prepared for blood.

Now that their lives were once again on the line, none of them dared to even think of sleeping, and take this situation lightly.

It didn't take long for the beasts to appear amidst the scenery of the trees, as they had the same red eyes as their predecessors.

Since the soldiers had already fought against them once, they thought they wouldn't have many difficulties again, as they could easily achieve the same win as earlier.

'Boom, Bang, Boom, Bang, Bang, Clang…'

The next moment sounds of clashing and booming were heard all around the first line of defense, as the Rank 1, 2, and even Rank 3 beasts clashed on the metallic shields.

Even on the beast's side, there didn't seem to be any sign of strategy, in fact, it was just blind and furious singular attacks.

Once again the soldiers started working as machine parts, each doing his job, and getting rid of as many beasts as they could.

They were able to understand that should these beasts break their formation they would be dead for sure, as their Young Noble and the strongest Masters would escape.

There would be no help whatsoever for them. In fact, it would already be great if they weren't ordered to act as some kind of meat shield for their Young Noble and the others.

Roy couldn't help but feel that the aggression of the soldiers earlier in the day, and the decision to leave their side was quite the right one on his part.

These guys might seem pitiful, but he didn't really care about them. After all, they clearly intended to send him to the beast's mouths earlier in the day.

This could be called some kind of karmic retribution for them. If they didn't die from the beasts, Roy would have killed a few of them by himself anyway.

As he was thinking like this, he suddenly heard the hurried voice of Master Gorg,

"Careful, don't leave any holes!"

'AAARRRGGGHHH~!' x7