Chapter 266 266: Deliberately Provoking Trouble (Third Update)

However, his superior immediately indicated that the situation was different regarding what he said.His superior explained that during the last wartime command post decision, a considerable reason was the belief that the other side would only harass in that one wave and would not continue afterward.

Unexpectedly, the harassment continued persistently, so his superior needed to report back to the wartime command post and request their instructions.

Then he was given extremely strict orders that he had to follow.

With no other options, he obediently rode his Sea Arrow to the wartime command post.

After all, according to the rules, if his superior gave him strict orders and he dared to disobey, the superior had the authority to deal with him directly.

He knew very well that his superior was simply afraid of taking responsibility.

If he could get instructions from the Warrior Command, even if punished or questioned, it was entirely bearable, at most just losing his position.

At least his life would not be in any danger.

However, if this matter was not reported to the wartime command post, and later on, if the wartime command post began to investigate the aftermath of this matter severely, it could very likely threaten his life.

Honestly, he didn't think much of his superior's behavior in this regard.

Because he clearly saw the attitude of those bastards at the wartime command post last time when he came to convey information.

So he felt there would not be any change because of this situation.

Coming to report the second time felt completely unnecessary to him.

At least he did not want to face that group of jerks again in the slightest.

He slightly adjusted his mood to prevent any inappropriate emotions from showing when he met that bunch of bastards later.

Then he got off the Sea Arrow and swam toward the wartime command post.

The guards were extremely familiar with him, and he soon entered smoothly.

Once inside, he immediately noticed those bastards were still holding some unknown meeting.

He felt these people were quite pretentious and boring.

Normally, they barely asked about the frontline affairs, yet it seemed as if they were in meetings every day?

He really didn't know what their meetings were about. Was it about what to eat today, or what to play tomorrow?

Of course, despite feeling considerable disdain for these people, outwardly, he dared not show the slightest inappropriate emotion.

After all, these people could easily decide his life or death, and he could not afford to offend them.

He respectfully bowed to these people, then immediately spoke: "Hello, masters! My superior sent me to report urgent information."

The Sea Elf sitting at the head of the meeting table glanced at him and then slowly spoke: "Urgent information? What urgent information? Speak."

The High Tier Knight did not hesitate and immediately explained the recent situation: "Those Snowgaze Undead Species that previously harassed the battlefield, after leaving the battlefield, not long after that, new Undead Creatures came to harass the battlefield again."

"These too are of High Tier strength, suspected to be sent by that High Tier Necromancer. After harassment for a while, these Undead Creatures disappear and are soon replaced by a new batch of High Tier Undead Creatures."

"Based on current battlefield statistics, among our Middle and Low Tier Knights and those from the Gana Race, over ninety percent of the casualties were at the hands of those Undead Creatures, and less than ten percent were at each other's hands."

After listening to this High Tier Knight's words, the Sea Elves sitting at the conference table all frowned.

After a bizarrely silent atmosphere for a moment, the Sea Elf seated at the head suddenly stood up and struck the table.

"Is that it?!! Is there any other urgent situation?"

Seeing the other's reaction, the High Tier Knight's eyelid involuntarily twitched slightly.

Obviously, what the other cared about wasn't this matter itself, but rather the fact his superior sent him to report due to a slight change in the situation, disturbing them.

So he hesitated slightly, then cautiously said: "Sir, there is no other information. In fact, I told him multiple times, repeating your words from last time several times."

"But he entirely disregarded it and insisted on sending me to report, issuing extremely harsh orders. If I didn't comply, I might lose my life."

After saying this, he immediately lowered his head, no longer daring to look at those Sea Elves at the meeting table.

He couldn't be blamed; his superior wouldn't listen to him and insisted on sending him to report.

Now, naturally, he needed to shift everything onto his superior and completely clear himself of any responsibility.

After another short silence, the Sea Elf at the head of the meeting table finally spoke slowly:

"Does he not have any brains? It was a major error to assign him to oversee the temporary dispatch command post."

"Just using a bit of brain would allow one to guess that the High Tier Necromancer is constantly researching various new Dark Magic."

"Do I even have to say how dangerous researching the Magic Domain is? The other must have damaged his Demon Source, unable to advance to a Top Tier Mage, so he's just making trouble."

"Sending out those Undead Creatures he summoned with magic to harass us repeatedly."

"As I see it, he's just fed up with life, deliberately causing trouble, seeking a sense of existence, and really wanting us to make a big fuss because of him."

"If we do, even if he dies, he would feel satisfied, right?"

"The problem is, can we make a big fuss because of him? Clearly not. If we do, and the Gana Race doesn't stab us in the back, I'll twist off my head and let your brainless superior use it as a ball!"

"Oh, for God's sake, how can there be such a fool!"

"Everyone, I propose a suggestion here, to dismiss that brainless bastard in charge of temporary dispatch command office, do you have any objections?"

The wartime command post has full authority to appoint or dismiss the highest authority of the temporary dispatch command post.

It only requires more than half of the wartime command post's members to agree.

"I agree." After hearing the Sea Elf at the head of the meeting table speak, a Sea Elf at the table immediately raised their hand.

Then continuously, Sea Elves began to raise their hands.