Chapter 171: The Mad Wraith Leader
Gu Xi was right; he had indeed been waiting for a long time.
Ever since he learned some things, Gu Xi had become eager for the enemy's attack.
But he never expected that, as the frontline defense and most critical point, he would not encounter any attacks in the next three hours.
Even other points were under attack, but Gu Xi's side remained completely quiet.
Gu Xi worried that this might be some kind of enemy plot, but he couldn't send troops to check other points and could only let the gargoyles scouting fly farther and farther away.
No matter how long Gu Xi waited, the enemy did not appear.
In the end, Gu Xi didn't even have the heart to read the few skill books he had; he just held his Frost Staff and paced around, occasionally checking the situation outside.
About fifteen kilometers away from Gu Xi, a group of wraith leaders wearing white baboon skins were gathered.
In their midst was a clown draped in a white baboon skin.
This clown was one of the few who dared to alter the white baboon skin, turning it into a formal suit but randomly painting on it.
The white baboon skin suit was splashed with patches of red and green.
The clown didn't care at all, rather, he seemed quite proud, occasionally shaking his head full of purple hair, looking utterly insane.
His face was painted white, and the areas around his eyes and nose were twisted green instead of the usual clown red.
When he grinned, he revealed sharp, shark-like teeth.
"Why hasn't that guy gone mad yet? Why isn't he going crazy, staying there all alone, surrounded by skeletons? Why won't he go mad?" the clown screamed.
None of the wraith leaders around dared to respond at this moment.
They knew that speaking up now would mean joining the clown in his madness.
They were wraiths, not fools, and they had no intention of offending this unpredictable lunatic.
Sure enough, when no one responded, the mad clown gradually calmed down, then slicked back his hair and spoke elegantly.
"Alright, everyone, don't be so tense. I just want everyone to relax a bit.
After all, waiting here all this time isn't easy for anyone!
Smile a bit, cheer up. We don't know how long we'll be waiting.
Smile, why are you all so stern?"
The clown's voice suddenly rose, "You need to smile like me. If you don't, I'll go mad.
Why do we have to wait here? Why can't we follow my plan?
What's the point of scattering our forces? We should focus on one point.
That guy is clearly a key point.
A core position, and it's right in front of us.
Putting a big piece of meat in front of a dog and not letting it eat it would drive the dog crazy.
How about you, big guy, make a sneaky attack?
I can assure you that if you attack, I'll tell the higher-ups that I sent you, so you won't be in trouble."
As he spoke, the clown walked up to a wraith leader.
This wraith leader stood three meters tall, with earth-yellow skin and spiked shoulders. He had fashioned his white baboon skin into a hat.
Seeing the clown approach, he stepped back.
He knew very well the consequences of getting involved with this clown.
The last brute of similar size who listened to the clown and attacked early didn't even have his bones recovered.
The brute's life only bought the clown two hours of silence before he went mad again.
Now the clown had his sights set on him, and this wraith leader didn't want to sacrifice his life to calm the clown.
"Oh, you don't want to? Is it because you're short on troops? No problem, I can arrange some troops for you."
The clown took another step forward, staring into the wraith leader's eyes.
The wraith leader felt enveloped by a chilling madness, as if his brain would be filled with insane thoughts if he refused.
Under this pressure, his expression grew increasingly chaotic until he finally shouted.
"Why don't you go yourself? If you go, we'll go with you."
Silence!
The air grew still as all the wraith leaders turned to the clown.
The clown grinned, letting go of the burly wraith leader he had grabbed.
"Hahaha, why didn't I think of that? I can go myself.
No, I actually did think of it, but someone didn't want me to. They just want me to guard this stupid place, not letting me join the battle.
They want me to go mad here.
I can't stay here; I need to fight, I must..."
Before the clown could finish, several wraith leaders pounced on him, pinning him down. One of them, who looked like a nurse, injected him with a blue liquid.
The clown struggled a few times before collapsing on the ground, asleep.
Only when he was asleep did the madness in the air dissipate.
The other wraith leaders exchanged glances, unsure what to do.
"How about we report this and request a new commander? If this keeps up, we'll all go mad." suggested one wraith leader.
"Request a new commander? Do you think leaders like us are as common as cabbages on the roadside?
If it were that easy, do you think the higher-ups would send a lunatic to command such a crucial battle?
I say we just give him another dose, let him calm down, and issue proper orders."
But could this clown really calm down?
No one knew. The wraith leaders looked at the sleeping clown, and no one dared to say he wouldn't go mad again.
They exchanged looks until one of them suddenly had an idea.
"Right, I just remembered, I was supposed to lead the attack on the front node. This has been delayed too long, I need to handle it. I'll leave this place to you all."
Hearing this, all the wraith leaders understood.
"Wait, the enemy forces at that node are numerous and difficult. I happen to be free, I can help you..."
"I'll go too. If we take that node, our mission will be halfway done."
"..."