Two days later, Butcher watched the receding figure of the Silver Dragon Guard, then hurriedly opened the letter in his hand and read it carefully.
"So that's how it is. The strategist wants us to act as bait, and when the Underworld Clan army surrounds us, we'll hit them with a massive blow." Butcher exerted a slight force with his right hand, and the letter instantly turned into a pile of powder.
"Bait... what a fine piece of bait." Butcher muttered to himself, his brow furrowed as he fell deep into thought.
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