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Van Loon stood on the wooden wall, gazing into the distant forest with fiery eyes. According to the reports from his Combat goat patrols, a human force was approaching their territory, led by their previous opponent, Solomon. The reports indicated that the force would not exceed two hundred people, but for Van Loon and his goat army, it still posed a significant threat.
Van Loon knew that their usual guerrilla tactics might not be as effective against an opponent like Solomon. His powerful spellcasting abilities and battlefield control could put Van Loon and his companions in greater danger. At this moment, Van Loon felt a heavy and tense heart, knowing that he had to make a decision to protect his goat people from harm.
Van Loon turned around and looked at his loyal Combat goat and the faithful boar warriors. They were the guardians of this land, his most steadfast strength. He knew that facing Solomon, they couldn't rely solely on numerical superiority; they needed more precise strategies and plans.
At that moment, Van Loon rapidly planned his counter-strategy. He had to use the terrain advantages of his territory, set traps and ambushes to weaken Solomon's forces, and when necessary, confront Solomon directly using his own magical abilities.
Van Loon stood on the wooden wall, gazing at the distant forest with a furrowed brow, showing his current distress and deep contemplation. At that moment, Vick slowly walked up to him and in his unique deep voice asked, " Van Loon, what's wrong? Do you have a plan?"
Van Loon turned his head, with a hint of determination in his eyes, and replied, "Vick, I am considering a more flexible strategy. Facing a formidable enemy like Solomon, we can no longer use conventional tactics. I plan to select a smaller strike team, probably just two or three sheep will be enough. Our actions need to be swift and fierce, with the main objective being to weaken their numbers, especially to isolate Solomon."
He continued, "If we can swiftly break through their edge forces before they realize it, then Solomon's tactical advantage will be greatly weakened. This way, we can not only protect our territory, but also trap their offensive. Perhaps, this will give us a chance to completely repel them."
Vick nodded in understanding, "This plan sounds good. Your tactics are flexible and diverse, and it could indeed succeed. But don't forget, Solomon's magical power is not to be underestimated. You must be careful in your actions."
Van Loon took a deep breath and said, "I know the risks are high for this mission, but we have no choice. I will do everything I can to protect each of our companions and weaken the enemy as much as possible."
Van Loon gazed firmly at Vick and conveyed a calm request, "Vick... can you provide long-range firepower support for us in this mission?" Vick tilted his head slightly, appearing to contemplate, then revealed a sly smile and replied, "Long-range firepower support? Hehe, I do have a few tricks up my sleeve, but I'll need you to give me a signal at a critical moment."
Van Loon flashed a hint of gratitude in his eyes, then nodded in agreement, "Alright, it's settled then! If we encounter a crisis, I will send a signal, and I'll rely on you to give it your all at that time." Vick waved his seemingly fragile but powerful bone arm and confidently said, "Don't worry, Van Loon, with my firepower support, no matter how many human soldiers there are, they won't be enough to fear. Remember, the signal must be clear so that I can accurately launch the attack."
The conversation between Van Loon and Vick not only solidified the trust and cooperation between comrades, but also injected a glimmer of new hope into the upcoming battle. Van Loon knew that with Vick's long-range firepower support, they would have a greater advantage when facing Solomon and the human soldiers, and they would have a better chance of protecting their people and territory from invasion.
Van Loon stood at the entrance of the territory, his gaze piercing through the morning mist, staring into the depths of the forest. The absence of any sound from Bloom weighed heavily on his mind, unsure of what Bloom had encountered or if she had met with any misfortune. However, the imminent attack led by Solomon demanded his immediate attention. He took a deep breath, temporarily setting aside his concern for Bloom and focusing instead on the looming threat before him.
Van Loon turned to look at the Combat goat behind him. Each of them was an elite selected through rigorous training, and each possessed extraordinary combat abilities. However, this time, he could only choose two to accompany him on a high-risk guerrilla mission. He selected the two most agile and cunning Combat goat, both of whom had proven their worth in past battles.
"Both of you, come with me," commanded Van Loon firmly and forcefully. "The rest of the Combat goat, stay here to assist in defending the territory. Our mission is to slow down the enemy's advance and weaken their fighting power as much as possible. Remember, this is not just to protect our homeland, but also to protect every non-combatant member of our clan."
After hearing this, the Combat goat hesitated for a moment, but soon expressed their determination and support with resounding bleats. Van Loon and the chosen two Combat goat set out on the road to the depths of the forest, ready to face the upcoming challenge. Behind them, the remaining Combat goat strengthened the defenses of the territory, each one prepared for battle, guarding the land that belonged to them.
Van Loon led two selected Combat goat out of the territory's gate like a bolt of lightning, heading straight for the depths of the forest. After two days of intense fighting, his body was extremely exhausted, with less than six hours of rest. However, the adrenaline in his heart drove his fighting instinct, making him ignore the fatigue and focus on the task at hand.
In the forest, the rustling of leaves and the distant calls of animals intertwined, creating a mysterious and dangerous atmosphere. Van Loon and his two Combat goat moved agilely among the trees, each step taken with extreme caution to avoid unnecessary attention. Van Loon's senses were honed by battle, allowing him to detect the slightest sound and track the enemy's movements.
Even though his body had reached its limit, Van Loon was filled with unwavering determination. To him, protecting his territory and his people was far more important than his own exhaustion. In this forest, every breath could be the prelude to battle, and every step could be a turning point between life and death. He knew deeply that this guerrilla warfare was not just a test of physical strength and strategy, but also a challenge to his will and courage.
As they ventured further into the forest, Van Loon and his team drew closer to the enemy's trail. The sound of distant soldiers' footsteps and whispers occasionally reached their ears, serving as their guide as they pressed forward. In this race against time, every moment of hesitation could lead to failure. Van Loon tightly gripped the magic on his horn, ready to launch an attack at any moment. His goal was clear - to find Solomon and stop this attack.
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