Empress' Evolution 34 Layered Planning

While others power through their way up to the food chain, others set up layered traps in order to make sure those who have the power will be killed.

Pixies do not have overwhelming power, but through various means, mainly their wits. Using strategies unheard of in their world, they began to slowly creep up their way to the territory of the Ogres.

There were Pixies who carried weapons but most of these weapons are created from the bones of other low-leveled daemons. Ten Pixies guarded the perimeter, looking out for any potential enemy to kill.

Unlike Ogres, these Pixies are more intelligent, so their base of operation is not just some stick and stones and a campfire. It resembled a somewhat proper base, albeit a little useless looking.

The camps of the Pixies are not something grandiose, it was shabbily created and there was not a semblance of it being anywhere close to a poorly created human base.

They had no fences and there was nothing other than three bonfires where their soldiers gathered and two dwellings made from tree branches and thatch.

The other dwelling is for the Pixies who had suffered injuries get treated while the other is for the main headquarters of this attack.

In the shabby makes.h.i.+ft base of operation the Pixies have created, a Pixie who resembled a man around the age of 30 and 40 had three epic-tiered Pixie Guardians watching over him as he formulates a plan.

"The stupid Ogres are falling for it, haha, I knew the Grand Strategist of the Lord is someone great!"

"Ha! What did you expect? He is the only one who evolved to a Contriving Pixie!"

The Contriving Pixie, the one who devised all the plans of the Pixies in this war. He was a man of dark wings and dark hair, and as he listened to the praises of the Guardian Pixies, his arrogance also showed as the smartest Pixie second only to his Lord.

"Hmph, what did you expect from the Ogres? Defeating them using strategies is something anyone of our race can do, even the children can do it."

He laughed together with the rest of the Pixies. This Contriving Pixie had set up three-layered plan in order to slowly create a path where his race could march.

This camp is 100 Pixies strong, and for the entire day, the Ogres had failed to stop their march forward despite the many small attempts they created.

"Strategist, how do you think this war will fare from now on? The number of Ogres coming to attack us is beginning to increase, do you measures on how we should react when a bigger group appears?"

"A bigger group of what? Low-leveled fools? These Ogres are too stupid, getting lured by the small skirmishes and turning their eyes away from the big picture! The retaliation is increasing in terms of quant.i.ty but not in quality, did you not see their levels!?"

Everyone chortled at his words...

"We already have victory in our palm, the rest of the army will come here tomorrow. Most of the soldiers are around LVL 35, even if they charge at us, if we use tactics, we'll be able to fend them off quite easily."

The Contriving Pixie looked at the rest, and while he was laughing he heard a roar from outside the tent. It was the roar of an Ogre, one roar, two roars and then it evolved to dozens.

Boom!

"N-Night Raid! It's a Night Raid!"

Before the Pixies could even react to what is happening, everything was already chaotic. The Contriving Pixie came out of the tent as soon as he could together with his protector in order to see the Ogres attacking them.

LVL 40, LVL 40, LVL 40, LVL 40...the levels of their raiders was shown clearly to his eyes. No Ogre was below level 40 and their numbers are immense coming down from up and the ground.

It was pure and utter Chaos and none of the Pixies knew what is happening. The Contriving Pixie's eyes widened and he then gritted his teeth!

��What the h.e.l.l is happening!? What is going on!?"

He did not know what is going on nor did he know what to make of it. The Ogres he thought was weakened came back, with number much greater than before, with levels higher than before.

It was mayhem. Complete and utter mayhem.

Then, as he was in place in a stupor and confusion, he saw it, a man with bronze skin reflected the light of their bonfire came down from above. The ground where the Contriving Pixie stood began to shake and as the man stabilized himself...

"h.e.l.lo there, I was told I would find you here...now, surrender or I'll be forced to make you surrender, now, choose!"

The Pixie Guardians who were too startled to even react to his arrival finally responded. Wind gathered around their fists and as they clenched it real tight they went ahead and did what their mission had always been...protecting the strategist.

They ignored the LVL gap they had with the stiff haired newcomer. They clenched their fists and punched at Chief, but then, Chief jumped up, avoiding their fist, quickly reacting like he was a beast that had survived hundreds of battles.

Swoos.h.!.+

The wind formed a strong gust of wind, if left without anyone doing anything then it would form something close to a twister, Chief found that rather annoying so he swung his sword and canceled their gathered efforts by scattering the wind they had formed.

After doing so, he proceeded to mop the fools on the floor like they were some chumps. Chief looked at the Contriving Pixie and smiled widely, so, do you wish to surrender or end up like these guys?

The Contriving Pixie fell to his knees in hopelessness and rather than get his people killed, he surrendered without doing anything stupid.

"I surrender..."

"Good!" Chief stabbed his sword to the ground and gathered his breath before unleas.h.i.+ng his voice to be heard by everyone who was fighting, "LISTEN, THE STRATEGIST AND THE GUARDIANS HAVE FALLEN; CEASE ALL THE FIGHTING!"

Clamours erupted as the Pixies threw their weapons and surrendered to the Ogres. After the Ogres achieved their victory, and the announcement echoed, another group of Ogres came from behind the darkness with vines in their hands.'

"You guys even foresaw your victory and let some of your people out of combat, how meticulous of you...please, it may be pretentious of me, but, please, spare the rest and take my head alone instead..."

Chief looked at the kneeling Contriving Pixie and then smiled mockingly.

"Hmph, who said anything about killing you? We the Ogres don't have the intention of killing you weaklings in the first place."

"What do you mean?" The Contriving Pixie was obviously confused. Do the savage Ogres refuse to take his head? It was something that garnered his suspicions without fail.

Chief looked at the Ogres rounding up the Pixies. Observing them with a gentle look on his face.

"Killing you will not merit us, in this war, death will not happen in order to avoid the cycle of revenge. My people only want the head of the one who started all this...the Pixie Lord and his death would serve the payment for this troublesome matter."

The Contriving Pixie looked at Chief in awe, and as he swallowed the words he wishes to say something inside him made him ask a single thing.

"What will happen to us now?"

"You people are going to be my prisoners and after this war finishes, our strategist would be the one to decide."

"Strategist?"

"Yes, she was the one who foresaw your tactics. Trying to thin out our numbers by using the overwhelming number of your race to different places that was your plan right? It would have flown over our heads if not for her calm methods."

"Who is this strategist? Can I have the chance to meet her?"

"Sadly, you cannot, she is currently destroying your ranks at the moment."

A wide smile appeared on the face of Chief and a wry smile on the Pixie looking at Chief.

Midnight dawned upon the Forest of Beast, a quiet and still atmosphere pervaded through the air. It was an eerie night, the world was silent and leaves are still.

It was a quiet and dry night, the moon hangs low and the murderous intent exploded. Lilith sat atop a tree in front of her was a minimap smiling as if she had got the world on her palms.

She had already seen through everything, the plan, and the intentions, everything was seen by Lilith as plain as day.

She sent low-level reinforcements to the east and west conflicts to make them believe the forces of the Ogres are thinning out and strong but low numbered Ogres in the middle to make them believe that their plan to weaken their ranks is working.

Lilith ordered everyone to not hurt anyone and not get hurt in order to ensure no death would occur on both sides.

As to why this was so, it was so that she'll be able to take over the Pixies without a problem. And as the number of Pixies captured increases, Lilith's reputation does too.

'Pinning the blame on the Pixie Lord will be easy, hmm, taking over a race is easier than I thought.'

That night, Lilith took over three bases of the Pixies and cleaned out the Pixies on the Neutral Areas by sending Killa out.

And as night would come to pa.s.s, instead of the Pixies, the Ogres would march their way to the territory of the Pixies with hundreds of bargaining chips in their hands.

Lilith was satisfied.