"They could never suspect this message."
"Mm." Elder Mantle nodded slightly: "What do you need me to do?"
Ian's plan was so perfect, the fact that he discussed it instead of acting alone surely meant he needed help with something.
"Draw more of the Rebel Highlanders' main forces to the Frodo Autonomous Region."
This was Ian's real purpose: "Elder Mantle, next I will provide you with a batch of 'Magnetic Storm Armor' as support for weaponry. I need you to widely publicize this matter, promoting it as the thunder punishment from the Dragon God's Emissary, and make others believe that this is my way of supporting the Dragon Worship Cult and you."
"At the same time."
At this point, Ian's expression became serious: "Elder, you need to let the enemy capture a 'Magnetic Storm Armor.'"
"It would be best if the people from Fiery Flame Land capture it, but if not, others will do. Don't make it too obvious, let them believe that it is a hard-earned spoil of war."
"…I understand."
