As he spoke, he couldn’t help sticking out his tongue to lick his lips, while staring intently deep into the eyes of Wolf, the leader.
After finishing his enticing words, a hint of movement indeed flashed in the other’s eyes, but it lasted only a moment before being suppressed by reason.
Wolf exchanged a glance with the two beside him, and then shook his head.
"There’s no need to stir up unnecessary trouble."
"The strength of the Red Dragon Team leader is not as simple as you imagine."
Upon hearing his proposal being rejected, Fisher’s face darkened.
"Wolf, you are too weak."
"That’s just a Level 7 Caster, while our overall strength, Gray Wolf’s Fang, is much stronger than the Red Dragon Team..."
"With the opponent’s speed of strength progression, if we miss this opportunity, we will definitely regret it."
Listening to Fisher, who still wanted to persuade, Wolf felt somewhat impatient.
"Let’s not bring this up again."
Noticing that his tone seemed a bit irritable, he sighed and continued in a gentle tone.
"You go back to work, our current focus is preparing for the next expedition, your task is heavy. As for now, I have matters to discuss with Luna."
"I understand." Fisher forced a smile, then bowed and stepped back.
"Wolf..."
After he left, a hint of worry appeared on Luna’s face, the deputy leader.
Fisher joined Gray Wolf’s Fang in recent years, and because of his work capability and strong power, he quickly made a mark within the team, currently mainly in charge of Gray Wolf’s Fang’s intelligence work.
Don’t underestimate this position, intelligence is crucial for any adventurer, let alone a large adventure group.
"Fisher seems to be getting increasingly unruly lately."
This wasn’t the first time something had happened without permission.
Coupled with the fact that his strength is almost the third seat in Gray Wolf’s Fang, second only to the leader Wolf and her, anyone paying attention could notice his unabashed ambition.
"I understand."
"However, although he is ambitious, his intelligence work is flawless, he is just sometimes too hasty. Moreover, my strength is greater than his."
Wolf appeared very confident.
He is a Level 10 Warrior, and just like the source of his Gray Wolf’s Fang Adventurer Group’s name, he possesses a special bloodline, making him a formidable presence even among Level 10 Warriors.
Fisher had only recently broken through to Level 9; it may seem just one level difference, but Fisher is a Caster.
He possesses a special bloodline as a Warrior, even if an accident occurred, he is confident he could defeat the opponent in a very short time.
Ultimately, Casters are a profession that requires team protection, while Gray Wolf’s Fang is a team he built single-handedly.
This is why he could tolerate the opponent, despite sensing his strong thirst for power. Ambition is not a derogatory term, if not for the opponent’s drive to advance, he wouldn’t be doing so well in intelligence work, allowing the team to carry out expedition work in an orderly manner most of the time.
"I’ll talk to him tomorrow."
Wolf quickly redirected the conversation back to the previous topic they were discussing.
He returned to his tent.
Fisher quickly set up an isolation barrier.
"Captain Fisher, how did Leader Wolf respond?" A few men hurriedly approached.
"He refused." He shook his head, a hint of mockery appearing on his face.
"Wolf has changed, he’s become indecisive now."
"A young sprout has scared him to death."
"I originally considered our old ties and thought we could plot something big together, but now, I think he’s no longer fit to lead us."
"Let’s take action tonight."
"Yes." "Yes."
The group left.
Fisher then seemed to mutter softly to himself.
"I gave you a chance."
Soon, night fell.
As the night deepened, except for the changing guard team, the entire Gray Wolf’s Fang camp fell into silence, with only occasional snores heard from outside the tent.
On such a calm night.
"Ah!!!"
An angry roar suddenly shattered the peace of the camp.
Many people were instantly awoken from their slumber.
Quite a few realized that the familiar roar wasn’t from anyone else but their Gray Wolf’s Fang leader.
Something happened!
The members who realized this felt a surge of intense anxiety.
Members hurriedly put on clothes and walked out of the tent.
"Is there trouble with the leader?"
"What’s happening with the leader?"
"Colleagues, Deputy Leader Luna, Captain Fisher, and other leaders have already gone to check on Leader Wolf. Please calm down and await news." The night guard team swiftly reassured the panicked ordinary members.
Soon, upon hearing this, the members momentarily calmed their frantic emotions.
Just as the night guards said, the leaders have gone to check the situation, and it’s pitch black right now; the best they can do is wait for further notice.
Nevertheless, many couldn’t help but look towards the heart of the camp.
There, a sinister aura seemed to be rising, almost like a mighty demon had descended.
At the same time, there were bursts of roars and strange screeching sounds.
What exactly happened?
Fortunately, after several intense bursts of energy, everything suddenly calmed down.