As the war dragged on, more and more intelligent ice spirits started showing up on the battlefield.
Sometimes you'd even see several intelligent ice spirits gathered together, rallying the monsters they'd rounded up and strategizing how to attack.
"We can't clash with them head-on on the frontlines anymore. Their firepower is insane—every single time they unleash endless 'heavenly fire.'"
"So what do you want to do?"
"We should set up tons of traps along the route, then pretend to retreat. Make these guys think we've pulled back, so they'll go looking for the next gathering point. They'll never expect us to start laying traps."
Gotta say, these intelligent ice spirits were gradually starting to develop some... tactics.
Sure, most of the time they still just sent their monster minions charging in mindlessly.
But being able to think of traps was huge progress.
Right then, one of the intelligent ice spirits suddenly looked up at the sky.
Faintly, he felt this sense of crisis.
