"So..."
Saladin withdrew his finger, "They can only gamble, gambling that their defenses will hold, gambling that we won't find their hidden location so quickly."
He glanced around the room, the corner of his mouth beneath the shroud of death seemed to curl into a cold arc:
"So, how should we respond to this 'expectation'?"
After a brief silence, a Tier Seven Wizard from the Chaos Secret Sect spoke excitedly:
"Take the initiative, locate their hidden position, and destroy it before they can play their trump card!"
"Correct, but not complete." Saladin slowly shook his head, "Finding the hidden location is necessary, but sending a large army to attack outright is too risky... who knows how many traps and defenses those old foxes have set up at their hiding spots?"
"If we engage in a tough battle there, and the main forces from the Nolun Workshop's defenses seize the opportunity to launch their own attack, we'll find ourselves in a dilemma of fighting on two fronts."
