Chapter 290: Under the cover of night, the ghost of murder

"A leaf before the eyes blocks the view of Mount Tai."

Because his heart was tied to Cloud Hidden, Bee had been anxious to return and had not considered the current battle situation. However, after being reminded by Mizunuki Ryosuke, Bee suddenly realized the importance of the Land of Frost and the biggest flaw in Rock Hidden's current position.

At this moment, Bee once again witnessed the unfathomable nature of the Fourth Mizukage, Mizunuki Ryosuke.

This Fourth Mizukage had already thought through how to proceed long before the war against Rock Hidden began.

Just as he had said before they set out, everything he did was for the sake of defeating Rock Hidden as quickly as possible.

Cutting off Rock Hidden's supply lines was indeed a brilliant move that could reverse the situation in one stroke.

If it could truly succeed, the effect would far exceed that of Bee returning to the battlefield with Mizunuki Ryosuke in time. Thus, almost instantly, Bee was won over by Mizunuki Ryosuke's strategy.

"As expected, his superficial lack of seriousness is just a disguise."

Bee sighed once more, and a sense of admiration for Mizunuki Ryosuke grew in his heart again.

"Since you have heard my plan, do you have any objections now?"

Mizunuki Ryosuke asked Bee, who was before him, with his usual indifferent expression.

"Troy and I are willing to follow your orders."

Bee replied to Mizunuki Ryosuke respectfully, his demeanor full of deference.

"Very good!"

Seeing this, the corners of Mizunuki Ryosuke's mouth curled into a distinct arc.

Next, Mizunuki Ryosuke assigned tasks to everyone present.

According to information provided by the innkeeper, Honda Yuichi, three suspicious merchant caravans would pass through the small town tonight, heading toward the Land of Fields.

Therefore, Mizunuki Ryosuke divided the four of them into three groups to attack these three caravans respectively.

Mizunuki Ryosuke would handle one, Kaguya Yuta would handle one, and Bee and Troy would handle the last one together.

Subsequently, Mizunuki Ryosuke summoned the Ice Dragon King, sent the three of them to the paths the caravans were bound to take, and then rode the Ice Dragon King himself toward the final caravan.

The cold night wind whipped up the chaotic snowflakes on the ground, swirling into people's collars.

A caravan moved forward in the thick night, maintaining a silent, deathly atmosphere.

A large amount of supplies was being transported by mules and horses; on the frozen roads of the Land of Frost, those responsible for steering the carriages bore a heavy responsibility.

Especially in an environment where one could not see their own fingers, a moment of carelessness could easily cause a carriage to overturn.

Every person in the caravan had a resolute expression on their face, showing no complaints despite the harsh environment and the route.

On the contrary, every one of them wore an unimaginable determination, and their gazes held a tenacity not found in ordinary people.

This was definitely not a group of ordinary people.

Suddenly, the leader of the caravan raised a hand sharply. Following this movement, all members of the caravan pulled weapons from within easy reach, staring coldly ahead, their tense muscles ready to strike at any moment.

"Who goes there!"

The caravan leader barked at the blurry black shadow ahead in a chilling voice.

""

Silence. A long, lingering silence.

"Whoosh."

Aside from the whistling of the cold wind, there was no other sound in the air.

"Crunch, crunch."

As the blurry shadow drew closer, the sound of footsteps on the snow grew louder. Some members of the caravan had already drawn sharp blades from their robes, waiting only for the order to rush forward and stab this fellow who was "playing god" in the middle of the night.

Finally, the blurry shadow reached a distance close enough to expose his entire body to the caravan leader's sight.

It was a burly man exuding an aura of slaughter.

The man wore a distinctive gray kimono, and his hard, browless face looked extremely fierce. In the chilling night, he looked like a demon from hell come to claim lives.

Kaguya Yuta scanned the caravan, and looking at the murderous glint in everyone's eyes, the corners of his mouth curled into a long, narrow arc. This smile did not make him look any kinder; instead, it filled his already rugged face with terrifying killing intent.

Because he knew he had come to the right place.

Truth be told, it had been a long time since he had a good, satisfying slaughter.

Thinking of this, Kaguya Yuta simply asked the hundred-plus people before him:

"Tell me, how do you want to die?"

As his words fell, both sides completely dropped their pretenses.

"Attack! Kill him!"

The caravan leader revealed his true colors and ordered his subordinates behind him.

Earth Style: Multiple Thorn Rock Spears!

Instantly, a dozen members who had been prepared on the sidelines joined forces to unleash a large-scale Earth Style technique.

"Well, not bad."

"Now this is interesting."

Seeing this, Kaguya Yuta laughed even more maniacally, the bones all over his body piercing through his skin and dancing in the air.

The next second, the figure of the murder-ghost vanished into the night, and then a splash of scarlet splattered among the caravan members.

For a killing machine like Kaguya Yuta, the night was the best assistant.

But compared to the freezing weather of the Land of Frost at night, it was still nothing.

Bunya tightened his cotton coat. Although the Land of Earth had a large temperature difference between day and night, the nights were relatively cold.

The cotton coat he wore looked extremely ill-fitting, as if a dress meant for a Barbie doll had been forced onto his fingers. This clearly cramped garment looked incredibly uncomfortable on Bunya's burly frame.

But there was no help for it; the tens of thousands of troops on the front lines were still waiting for the supplies Bunya was transporting.

To speed up as much as possible, Bunya didn't even have time to find himself a proper coat.