Supreme Magus novel Chapter 2113

Chapter 2113 A Frail Alliance (Part 1)

During the battle of Zehnma Phloria's Awakened corps had shown its true value and proved that the Council had more tactics at its disposal to capture a city than Thrud. Now that she had been cornered, the Mad Queen was bound to retaliate as hard as she could.

All that she needed to gain the upper hand again was to plant one of her little slaves inside the Awakened's ranks and leak intel about every attack before it even happened.

At that point, Thrud would have just to wait for the main forces of the Council to be assembled in the same spot to take them all out in one fell swoop.

No matter how powerful the Awakened elders were, if caught in an ambush by over thirty Divine Beasts led by the Mad Queen herself, the Council would be done for and the War of the Griffons lost.

The representatives of the four races could no longer afford to underestimate Thrud.

After losing so many battles to Thrud, after the death of so many ancient Awakened at the hand of her troops, the Council couldn't dismiss her as a fleeting threat anymore.

For the first time since the First Guardian had been born, the Awakened were afraid.

Afraid to have met an enemy they couldn't defeat.

"Why didn't we get this memo?" Xenagrosh asked while checking her Council amulet.

"Look in the spam folder." The Oberon replied. "Those old farts send so many of them that I archive them without even opening them. It was attached to the Council's latest war bulletin."

"Damn, you're right." Xenagrosh browsed the unwanted messages until she found the memo. _{freēwebnovel.com}

"Hey, why are my messages in there as well?" Kigan asked.

"Take a guess." She replied with a sneer. "Was there any failed infiltration attempt already or is it just a precautionary measure?"

"The latter. We are at a critical juncture of the war and we can't afford one single misstep. Is there anything I can do for you before you leave?" At a wave of Cenn's hand, a sapling sprouted into a wooden table, cups, and fresh fruit.

"I recommend the herbal tea. I grow the leaves myself."

He showed them his hand, where a seedling quickly emerged from his green skin, emitting a strong medicinal scent.

"Thanks, but we have to go. In which direction is the city of Xaanth?" Kigan looked around for the exit from the underground cave.

"That way." Cenn opened a Warp Steps leading outside and dozens of kilometers in the right direction. "Straight ahead. You can't miss it."

"Thank you very much." Xenagrosh handed him a flask filled with bright violet Origin Flames. "This is for your trouble."

"No trouble at all." Despite his words, the Oberon took the flask and put it inside his dimensional amulet, just to avoid take-backs. "This is my contact rune. If you need help or a direct line with the local members of the Council, I'll be glad to assist you."

The fragrance would weaken with time and soon would be drowned by the smell of people, their pungent sweat, and the aromas coming from every establishment serving food or drinks.

Yet to Xenagrosh's nose each scent would leave a distinctive trail that with time and a bit of luck she could follow back to its original source.

During the night, instead, the hybrids infiltrated the houses of the most influential mages of Xaanth under the fake identity of scouts from the Imperial academies.

Contrary to the bards' tales, real undead didn't spend their free time hanging out in the slums, sewers, or sordid brothels. They liked to party, mingle with powerful people, and take part in their sordid vices to become their friends.

Undead didn't accumulate power and riches just to brood in a damp cave, spending their waking hours whining about how cursed their existence was or how lonely they felt.

They did it to enjoy in undeath all the things that in life they had never been able to afford.

The best place where to look for the upper echelons of the Undead Courts was where the people who they perceived as their peers gathered. Xenagrosh and Kigan would have never had such a solid cover if not for the collaboration between the Council and the Magic Empress.

In a country where there was no such thing as nobility and the power of a household lasted only as much as the life of its best mage, scouts from the great academies were always honored guests.

The two Abomination-hybrids spent a few days like that, identifying and following several thralls, but no matter how hard Kigan and Xenagrosh searched, their leads brought them only to dead ends.

The hybrids were surprised when they discovered from the local constables that not only the Empire was aware of the true nature of the two Council's envoys, but it also didn't put any limit on their stay.