Chapter 280 - Unique Figure

Hard to argue with such firm logic, Bittore just decided to agree and ask further questions about it. "That's a good idea... But how exactly will we remove melted Iron? It isn't exactly easy considering how thick the shelves where, they weren't small in number as well."

Able to catch up with what exactly is she trying to say, he asked as he rubbed his chin. "So we can't completely melt the Iron?"

"We can melt the rock sooner than we can melt all that Iron." Bittore theorized, perhaps she exaggerated it a little bit but she still has some hopes of sticking to her own plan and has fair points of argument against his plan. "Melting everything would take two maybe three days, what if your plan fails and we have no Fire power to defend this place?"

"Oh that would be bad." Agreed Mogranius to reasoning for once and got Commander Alia confused, she even stopped chewing on her Ratbug meat for a split second to see if she is hallucinating from hunger.

Only to see Mogranius ask for advice on handling this task, which made it a whole lot more confusing for her. "What do you suggest we do, if not melt all that Iron?"

As Bittore thought it through instead of just directly refusing his plan and prove herself one sided, another lady walked in the room soon enough to hear what topic was spoken off, that special lady is Samantha. She didn't waste a blink and didn't really care about speaking out of order, it is for the good of her people after all.

"I have an idea, and I think it will work overtime." As she approached the Fire, her eyes shone near it along with her innocent looking face. She grabbed all of their attention and was ready to reveal her plan.

"Samantha?" Glanced Bittore towards her and instantly felt relieved, at least her ideas are rarely to be taken lightly. Her brain tends to work over time when it comes to covering a scene, she is nicknamed after all "The Assassin". And assassins don't leave traceable scenes, do they? "Tell us your idea." Requested Bittore and proceeded to listen in the most pure anticipation

"At Tunnel 4 we have a massive amount of uncut stone, they are basically boulders varying 30-70 Kilograms." As she started explaining this plan, a smirk on her face already arose and she was eager to explain it completely.

But was interrupted by Mogranius who remained a bit impatient, feeling that his idea has been left in the dust for now even though it is great, or at least he sees it as great. "What do rocks have to do with this?"

"If you'd let me finish!" Samantha answered with her tone rising just a little bit, obviously feeling annoyed. "We can take those rocks and throw them over the melted Iron, we can afford it since there literally are hundreds of cut stone ready to use. We have a huge reserve regardless of what we want to build."

As she finished projecting her idea, she took a peek around and saw everyone looking at each other with their eyes wide open, until Bittore broke the silence with a compliment. "Sam... Samantha that's brilliant. It would look like it used too before we dumped down the Iron, except a bit taller but an enemy could never tell the difference!"

Of course Bittore caught up with the rest of the plan, which neccesarily makes this whole situation better. Mogranius thought of the plan, Samantha made it better and Bittore approved it. Everyone had a bit of a contribute I suppose, but Mogranius felt happier than the word can describe that they will be doing his plan instead.

He would stand up and hug Samantha, but with his lover in the room it might not turn up for the best. Commander Alia isn't generally jealous, and considering his age it would be like hugging a kid but he doesn't want to take any chances I suppose. He had the opportunity to share a bed... or chair with Commander Alia, why would he want to risk losing that after he experienced it??!

"Thank you." Answered Samantha without paying much attention to all that praise and the fact that she left everyone in shock, and proceeded to stand up. Adding after, "Well common, you don't want to leave this for the last day do you?"

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Everyone but Bittore stood up and went towards Tunnel 4 to get this task started, in aims of not wasting too much time in this little project they called for more men to handle this task. Lifting a 50 Kilogram rock isn't exactly the easiest task, so they do need extra hands.

As the people grabbed one rock after the other and forced their way up the stairs, to drop down all this rock below the entrance. Eric walked closer with Mogranius and Commander Alia, himself carrying a 25 Kilogram rock and asked.

"Do you really think we can trick the ill.u.s.tratios to never come up here again?" Tricking the Alliance that dominated this entire continent? It sounds particularly hard, Eric still has doubts even though he wishes badly for this tribe to be left at peace.

But of course Mogranius seems prepared, analyzed the whole prespective. "Um yes... From all the way down there it is barely noticable that there is a Cave down here, it looks like a dot no matter if you look at it from below or from the top of the Carved Path."

Commander Alia complimented his theory by adding, "So if they don't heavily focus on the dot so far away from them and focus on the whole god damn havoc down there, I doubt that they will ever come up here again."

Mogranius smiled that his lady is backing his word up and truthfully managed to catch up with him too, he couldn't help replying with. "That's right, for once I beat Stefan with ideas."

"But Stefan isn't even here..." Eric tried to joke around, even making Mogranius mad a little bit.

"You just couldn't let me live in triumph couldn't you." Afterwards being a bit dramatic he lifted his nose up, and proceeded to walk a bit faster.

Little did they notice, Osira was too walking behind them and listening to their conversation. Eric has been a bit distant since these friends arrived and it isn't easy to comprehend, it stings quite a lot. Because she was just getting used to his unique characteristics.

As a tear rolled down her cheek and hid down her fur coat, her eye caught a rather unique figure. What could it be thought? Well as she subconsciously slightly turned her head to her left, it appeared like a face was hanging on the wall.

Terrifying indeed, giving it another look to make sure that she isn't hallucinating nor gone crazy either. She did indeed see that face a bit more clearly but it just disappeared before proper illumination could reach it, as if it feared Fire.

Osira had no idea what's going on nor did she ever experience anything like it, but she did hear stories of the unliving. Camp Fire tales regarding ghosts and what power they possess. As for this encounter, whatever that thing was it looked like a lady.

Osira decided to not pay too much attention to it, because she isn't even sure what she saw. With a little sprint on her feet she walked closer and closer to the group in front of her and tried to keep a reactionless expression, last thing she wants is to alarm them about something even she isn't sure off.

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3 Days later as dawn broke, the enemies have already marched their way up to the Carved Path and were roaring for battle. Thinking that they will finally be the ones who conquer Maleemia, thinking that the defences have been weakened thanks to all those waves of Soldiers sent up here.

But what did they face instead? A huge Crater as soon as they crosses the Carved path along with snow covering the place where once Maleemia used to be. You would think that the Snow would eventually cover all that melted Iron, and yes you have a point there but they did not want to take any chances.

Mogranius was watching them almost eye to eye, he almost laughed at their reactions when they saw that the strong Kingdom of Maleemia is no longer up here. He wanted to be up close and listen to what decisions they will make once they see that there is literally nothing to fight for, he wanted to hear it with his own Ears.

One thing he couldn't help noticing, is the fact that this Army doesn't look like it counts around 300. It barely counts over 200, so he instantly thought. "How many Soldiers did the Blue Eagles eat?" Chances are, the more blood fell to the ground, the more Blue Eagles were attracted.

He wanted to hear them out, but a rather unique figure flying down from the domain he is trying to protect, but the problem is no one else but him is seeing this... figure.