After his discussion with the high priest, Noah returned to his room. Instead of sleeping, he pondered over the day's events. Despite all the activities, he still had some energy and noticed that his body felt more robust than before.
Noah wondered whether it was just his body getting stronger or something else entirely. Unable to find answers, Noah resigned himself to the uncertainty and went to sleep, reminding himself that he had to prepare for the attack the next day.
Meanwhile, in the high priest's chambers, the mood was tense as he summoned his most trusted villagers to discuss the traitor in their midst. The villagers looked on, their faces etched with worry and apprehension. The high priest's voice cut through the silence, authoritative and firm.
One of the villagers spoke up, their voices trembling with emotion. "We can't let that person go. We have to find out who the traitor is and show them the result of being disloyal."
The high priest's eyes narrowed, and he held up a hand to quiet the room. "We will deal with the traitor, but we must not act hastily. We need to keep the traitor's identity a secret until the attack. If they catch wind of our plan, they could sabotage it, and we would be left defenseless."
He paced back and forth, his expression serious. "We have to strike in three days instead of five, as planned earlier. This will give us time to prepare, but it will also keep the enemy off guard. They won't be expecting an attack so soon."
The villagers nodded, and the room fell silent once again. The high priest's words hung in the air, and everyone knew what was at stake. The fate of the village was in their hands, and they needed to work together to ensure their survival.
As they filed out of the high priest's chambers, the villagers couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency. The traitor was still out there, and they needed to root them out before it was too late. The next few days would be crucial, and they would have to be prepared for anything.
The trusted villagers left, with Greg promising to follow the high priest's instructions. Nobody knew what the high priest had said, but everyone trusted his judgment.
The following morning, After the decision to attack the gangsters' camp in three days, the group of trusted villagers gathered to discuss the plan of attack.
Noah listened intently as the trusted villagers discussed the plan of attack. They voiced their opinions, concerns, and objections, and he could feel the tension building in the air. They all knew that this was a dangerous mission, and that failure was not an option.
Noah also suggested a plan with his prior experience of infiltrating a gang camp. They went over the layout of the villa and decided on the best approach to surprise the gangsters.
As the plan began to take shape, Noah felt a surge of excitement. He knew that this was the moment they had been waiting for, the chance to finally take down the hooded figure and put an end to their reign of terror.
But as he looked around the camp, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of doubt. They were outnumbered and may be outgunned, and the gang leader himself was a formidable opponent. Noah knew that this battle would be the hardest they had ever fought, but he also knew that they had no other choice.
With the attack imminent, the villagers started gathering resources for the mission. They collected weapons, tools, and supplies, and stockpiled them for the day of the attack.
At the same time, a hooded figure left the village and headed towards the gang camp, checking to make sure nobody was following him.
"I need to deliver this news to the boss. These idiots think they can take down the gang, but it's not child's play. That little boy thinks too highly of himself," he thought. His heart raced with fear and anticipation, knowing that the outcome of today's visit might determine his fate.
The hooded figure arrived at the villa and attempted to enter, but the gatekeeper stopped him and asked for his identity. "No one is allowed here. Do you not know who resides here? You should leave as quickly as possible if you value your life," the gatekeeper warned.
The hooded figure trembled upon hearing this, and after calming down, he said, "Sir, I would like to meet the boss."
The gatekeeper eyed him with suspicion. "So you know the boss, yet you are still trying to enter? I see you don't value your life. If that's the case, let me help you get what you want."
The hooded figure panicked. "No, sir, I'm from the temple village. I am the one who informed the boss about the boy and some villagers who wanted to enter the camp and gather information yesterday."
The gatekeeper recognized the hooded figure and said, "Oh, it's you. I'll inform the boss, and if he permits, you may enter. But let me remind you, the boss is in a terrible mood because of that boy. So you'd better behave."
With that, one of the gatekeepers left for the villa. After some time, he returned and said, "You may proceed directly, but do not try anything funny. If you do, I'll cut your neck," he said, gesturing.
The hooded figure's fear reached its peak, but he had no other choice. He entered the villa and arrived in the hall, where the boss was already seated. "The boss was around 6.5 feet tall, with a bulky body and a long scar running from his head to neck."
"Why have you come?" the gang leader asked.
The hooded figure snapped back to attention and responded, "Boss, I came to inform you that the villagers are planning to attack the camp in five days, and that boy will also be present."
Upon hearing this, the gang leader became furious. "They have real courage to come back again and attack openly. They think we are weak and will permit this. Let them come this time. We will let everyone here die. Since they are coming, we will wait for them and then take over the village as punishment."
Realizing that he had nothing else to say, the hooded figure asked, "Boss, I just wanted to ask about our deal."
"Yes, I know. When we take over the village, you and your family can stay. If there's nothing else, you can leave now."
"Thank you, boss. Then I will leave," the hooded figure said as he departed. As he was leaving, he got a scratch on his leg, and a piece of his cloth got caught on the corner of the door.
"Thank God I came today and found out about the attack. Those villagers don't know how to compromise, but they've put themselves on the road to destruction by following that boy. At least I'll be safe. I should leave here soon; other villagers might become suspicious if they don't see me," he thought.
In the days leading up to the attack, the villagers trained rigorously. They honed their combat skills, learned how to use the weapons they had collected, and refined their strategy and tactics.
Noah trained his body and speed using the golden dagger, experimenting with multiple approaches in his mind. He gripped the dagger tightly, feeling its weight and balance as he swung it in a graceful arc.
The blade made a soft swishing sound as it sliced through the air, and he could feel the power and precision of the weapon in his hand. When he swung the dagger, it felt like the dagger know how to move and where.
"Noah felt like the dagger was guiding his movements, which felt unrealistic but he continued to practice with focus and determination." As he knew that this dagger would be the key to their victory against the gang, but he also knew that it would take more than just one weapon to win the battle.
As he trained, Noah thought about the plan of attack. The villagers had come together to devise a strategy that would defeat the hooded figure once and for all. Each person had a role to play, and the tactics they would use had been carefully crafted to take advantage of their strengths and weaknesses.
The whole village believed that the attack would happen in five days, but only the high priest, Noah, and a few trusted villagers knew that they would attack in three days.