Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2920: 1597: Considerations and Difficulties (2)

Initially, I was uncertain if the Broken Wing King would personally participate in this battle.

Though he might not grasp the invisible link connecting our group, his astute cunning should advise him against leaving the heavily fortified Royal Capital and Corridor Headquarters. After all, he was recently targeted by Dark Elf hunters.

Now, his rejection of the Giant Horned King’s caution and his insistence on leading the contingent to the Cultivation Academy leads me to suspect he's employing himself as bait, deliberately drawing out potential assailants.

Considering this, the defensive strength of the Cultivation Academy might rival our own, potentially a sophisticated ambush.

"I believed I'd discovered the perfect moment for retribution, yet apprehension now surfaces. I must admit, this individual proves far more challenging than typical adversaries."

While Leo Ray deliberated, the Broken Wing King had already orchestrated the deployment of his loyalists, initiating crowd control and directing everyone to depart the premises and proceed toward the Cultivation Academy.

With the subordinates' boisterous directives, the assembly swiftly retraced their steps through the opulent castle corridors, emerging into the courtyard.

Tucked away in a courtyard corner, the elite magic instructors of the Broken Wing Clan had activated a supplementary Teleportation Gate. Dense surges of energy continuously emanated from the colossal, slowly rotating grey portal.

"The destination accessible through this Teleportation Gate is the Cultivation Academy; please, everyone, step through," the Giant Horned King announced, casting a scornful look at the assembled individuals before striding in first.

As the rest followed, Leo Ray’s sight re-adjusted to reveal his arrival before an imposing cluster of structures.

Two moons illuminated the celestial expanse above, encompassing the entire complex with formidable walls. Magic Towers, both within and without, stood in orderly rows, radiating diverse streams of magical light. While not as numerous as those at the Throne Corridor Headquarters previously encountered, the scale still dwarfed that of ordinary cities.

"This edifice is no mere place of cultivation; it's an immense containment facility," Leo Ray mused.

His gaze swept across the surroundings, eventually settling upon a colossal iron gate positioned some distance ahead.

Though the walls here fell short of true ramparts and were somewhat limited in height, both the surface of the immense iron gate and the entirety of the complex’s perimeter shimmered with dense magical light, signifying exceptional defensive capabilities.

Undeniably, despite the shroud of night, the location exuded grandeur, its sprawling silhouette stretching limitlessly.

Abruptly, those who had just disembarked from the Teleportation Gate registered surprise, eliciting murmurs of astonishment throughout the ranks.

"This represents the pinnacle of cultivation environments, meticulously established by His Majesty, the Broken Wing King; its magnitude surpasses your wildest imaginings," declared the Tusk King.

The Tusk King’s large nostrils flared with undisguised disdain. "What are you dawdling for? His Majesty, the Broken Wing King, awaits you within."

As the massive iron gate swung open, Leo Ray joined the procession, entering the expansive complex.

Throughout their passage, from the very ground beneath their feet to the materials composing the adjacent edifices, it was evident, mirroring the external impression, that the site was predominantly constructed from high-grade resources, signifying an colossal investment.

Amidst their awe, the assembled monarchs began to exhibit somber and resigned expressions.

In former times, the Broken Wing Clan could scarcely have amassed such extensive resources. Yet, now, this magnificent complex materialized effortlessly, a direct consequence of their unbridled expropriation of others’ assets, undeniably bolstering the Broken Wing Clan’s foundation.

Perceptively attuned to the collective unease, Leo Ray’s gaze shifted, continuing his silent appraisal of the locale.

Here too, a significant contingent of the Broken Wing Clan’s elite soldiers was present. While fewer in number compared to Overlooking City, they still constituted a formidable force, readily comparable to two or three Tier 5 Armies.

Furthermore, the surrounding area emanated faint, turbulent energy disturbances, likely indicating the deployment of numerous high-tier Magic Traps, whose activation would precipitate dire consequences.

"It is understandable why the Broken Wing King so readily agreed to appear personally; the security arrangements here are indeed exceptionally robust," Leo Ray acknowledged with a slight nod, assessing the situation inwardly.

Moments prior, he had discreetly established contact with Ice Stone City via Mind Talk, verifying that this location was indeed situated within the outskirts of the Broken Wing Kingdom.

This implies that while I can swiftly dispatch reinforcements through Ice Stone City, our adversaries can similarly summon aid from the nearby Royal Capital to stabilize the situation.

“The reason other allied forces remain unmobilized is due to the extensive network of spies employed by the Broken Wing King. Any overt display of their strength would only heighten their vigilance, rendering our efforts counterproductive.”

“Fortunately, I’ve secured an agreement with the monarchs. Should the situation escalate, Ice Stone City can swiftly muster troops from various territories for rapid deployment.”

With these thoughts, Leo Ray tilted his head slightly, his gaze incidentally landing on a colossal Sky Island drifting silently through the nocturnal clouds—the very same location where their group had recently been at the Throne Corridor Headquarters.

In addition to the ten Tier 5 Broken Wing Armies stationed there, combined with the forces at this location and the Royal Capital, there are another ten Tier 5 Broken Wing Armies. The Giant Horned King, Tusk King, and their subordinates also command at least ten Tier 5 Armies patrolling the vicinity to secure the Broken Wing Kingdom. In total, this amounts to over thirty enemy Tier 5 Armies in the immediate area.

Furthermore, numerous large teleportation arrays, both within and beyond the city's confines, facilitate swift troop movements, especially considering the inherent mobility of Tier 5 soldiers.

This implies that even if our forces deployed fifty Tier 5 Armies, we could, at best, achieve a temporary stalemate. Unless victory is secured swiftly, the situation will remain exceedingly precarious for our side.

“The most direct path to achieving victory, naturally, lies in neutralizing the leader first.”

Leo Ray’s attention finally settled upon the Giant Horned King and the others who were at the forefront of the procession.

These individuals remained flanked by half-step Seventh Stage powerhouses, their sharp eyes betraying their heightened alertness as they meticulously encircled the entire entourage, clearly anticipating any potential shifts in the situation.

“Not only can the main army outside fail to establish absolute dominance, but the number of top-tier experts within this vicinity hasn't diminished either; they are at least twice our combined strength.”

Leo Ray’s brow furrowed deeper, his mind relentlessly cycling through possibilities.

Under such daunting circumstances, breaking the stalemate presents a significant challenge, where a single misstep could precipitate utter defeat. After all, the adversary is none other than the Broken Wing King, notorious for his cunning and deceit among all second-tier powers. Even at this juncture, I cannot ascertain if a trap has been laid here.

The most critical factor is that the responsibility weighing upon me encompasses the safety of the Human Clan, all third-class factions, as well as the Stone Giant and Half-Titan allied forces. Any failure to swiftly neutralize the opposition could plunge the Human Domain into a conflagration of chaos and devastating ruin.

“I must admit, this is indeed quite a predicament.”

While Leo Ray’s intellect was intensely engaged in strategizing, the group traversed a long, verdant garden passage, ultimately arriving before a colossal structure.

Judging by its imposing architecture, this must surely be the central edifice of the entire Cultivation Academy.

Standing at the grand entrance, flanked by his personal guards, the Broken Wing King awaited, his expression impassive, beckoning for everyone to approach.

Then, abruptly, a dramatic alteration occurred.