There were different types of daemons that exist in the world. But all of them strive to survive, so they all have the same goals; however, though all of them strive for such, all of them have different approaches to achieve this one goal.

While others power through their way up to the food chain, others set up layered traps in order to slay those stronger.

Pixies did not have overwhelming power, but through various means, mainly through wits, they could slay giants.

Using strategies unheard of in their world, they began to slowly creep up their way to the territory of the Ogres.

There were Pixies who carried weapons but most of these weapons were created from the bones of other low-leveled daemons. Ten Pixies guarded the perimeter of their camp, looking out for any potential enemy to kill.

Unlike Ogres, these Pixies were more intelligent, so their base of operation was not just some stick and stones and a campfire. It resembled a somewhat proper base, albeit a little useless looking.

The Pixies Camps were not something grandiose, it was shabbily created and there was not a semblance of it being anywhere close to a poorly created human base.

They had no fences and there was nothing other than three bonfires where their soldiers gathered and two dwellings made from tree branches.

The first dwelling was for the Pixies who had suffered injuries to get treated while the other was for the main headquarters of this attack.

In the shabby makeshift base of operation the Pixies have created, a Pixie who resembled a man around the age of 30 and 40 had three Epic-tiered [Pixie Guardians] watching over him as he formulates a plan.

"The stupid Ogres are falling for it, haha, I knew the Grand Strategist of the Lord is someone great!"

"Ha! What did you expect? He is the only one who evolved to a [Contriving Pixie]!"

The two Guardians laughed as they praised.

The Contriving Pixie was the one who devised all the plans of the Pixies in this war. He was a man with dark wings and dark hair, and as he listened to the praises of the Pixie Guardians, his arrogance rose.

"Hmph, what did you expect from the Ogres? Defeating them using strategies is something anyone of our race can do, even the children can do it."

He was the smartest Pixie second only to his Lord and he takes pride in this fact. Against brutes like Ogres, he was assured he would never face defeat.

He laughed together with the rest of the Pixies. This Contriving Pixie had set up a three-layered plan in order to slowly create a path where forces could march.

This camp was 100 Pixies strong, and for the entire day, the Ogres had failed to stop their march forward despite the many small attempts they created.

"Strategist, how do you think this war will fare from now on? The number of Ogres coming to attack us is beginning to increase, do you measures on how we should react when a bigger group appears?"

"A bigger group of what? Low-leveled fools? These Ogres are too stupid, getting lured by the small skirmishes and turning their eyes away from the big picture! The retaliation is increasing in terms of quantity but not in quality, did you not see their levels!? They sent their strongest forces first but faced defeat. They tried again using numbers only to be defeated. They do not have the proper people to push through."

Everyone chortled at his words...

"We already have victory in our palms, the rest of the army will come here tomorrow. Most of the soldiers are around LVL 35, even if they charge at us, if we use tactics, we'll be able to fend them off quite easily. They may be stronger in terms of physicality, but. with sufficient number and proper preparation, we can achieve victory."

The Contriving Pixie looked at the rest, and while he was laughing he heard a roar from outside the tent. It was the roar of an Ogre: one, two, three roars and then it evolved to dozens.

BOOM!

"N-Night Raid! It's a Night Raid!"

Before the Pixies could even react to what was happening, everything was already in chaos. The Contriving Pixie came out of the tent as soon as he could together with his protector in order to see the Ogres attacking them.

[LVL 40], [LVL 40], [LVL 40], [LVL 40]...the levels of their raiders was shown clearly to his eyes. No Ogre was below level 40 and their numbers were not to be laughed at. Dozens were coming down from above while some were rushing on the ground.

It was pure and utter Chaos and none of the Pixies knew what was happening. No one managed to respond.

The Contriving Pixie's eyes widened and he then gritted his teeth!

"What the hell is happening!? What is going on!?" he asked.

The Contriving Pixie grew confused at the sudden turn of events. He was thrown into disarray. The Ogres he thought had been weakened came back, with a number and strength much greater than they have shown earlier, with levels higher than before.

It was mayhem. Complete and utter mayhem.

Then, as he was in place in a stupor and confusion, he saw it, a man with bronze skin reflecting the light of their bonfire came down from above. The ground where the Contriving Pixie stood shook as the man stabilized himself...

"Hello there, I was told I would find you here...now, surrender or I'll be forced to make you surrender, now, choose!"

The Pixie Guardians who were too startled to even react to his arrival finally responded. Wind gathered around their fists and as they clenched it real tight they went ahead and did what their mission had always been...protecting the strategist.

They ignored the level gap with the stiff haired newcomer. They clenched their fists and punched at Chief, but he simply jumped, avoiding their fist, quickly reacting like he was a beast.

Swoosh!

The wind formed a strong gust of wind, then formed something close to a twister, Chief found that rather annoying so he swung his sword and canceled their gathered efforts by scattering the wind they had formed.

After doing so, he proceeded to mop the fools on the floor like they were some chumps. Chief looked at the Contriving Pixie with a smirk, "So, do you wish to surrender or end up like these guys?"

The Contriving Pixie fell to his knees in hopelessness and rather than get his people killed, he surrendered without doing anything stupid.

"I surrender..."

"Good!" Chief stabbed his sword to the ground and then kicked the Contriving Pixie, sending him crashing to the tent.

The Contriving Pixie didn't have its guard up so the pain was fully felt and after questioning Chief "Why?" the answer he received was simple.

"You were the ones who planned all this, my people got hurt and this is your punishment. There were three Ogres killed, but do not worry, you will not be answering for that, but your Puny Lord." Chief held quite the grudge against the Pixies and would've killed them all if he could.

But, he knew that sparing them was for the best, "You better be thankful our Priestess for keeping your lives."

Chief turned his back to the incapacitated Contriving Pixie.

Gathering his breath he unleashed his voice to be heard by everyone who was fighting, "LISTEN, THE STRATEGIST AND THE GUARDIANS HAVE FALLEN; CEASE ALL THE FIGHTING!"

Looking at his direction, the Pixies saw their strongest down on the ground and despite their desire to fight back, in the end, they all chose to surrender.

Clamors erupted as the Pixies threw their weapons on the ground. After the Ogres achieved their victory, and the announcement echoed, another group of Ogres came from the darkness with vines in their hands.

The Contriving Pixie who regained himself looked around while being tied up, he laughed seeing the laughable sight, "You Ogres even foresaw your victory and let some of your people out of combat, how meticulous of you...please, it may be pretentious of me, but, please, spare the rest and take my head alone instead..."

Chief looked at the kneeling Contriving Pixie and then smiled mockingly.

"Hmph, who said anything about killing you? We the Ogres don't have the intention of killing you weaklings in the first place."

"What do you mean?" The Contriving Pixie was obviously confused. Do the savage Ogres refuse to take his head? It was something that garnered his suspicions without fail.

Chief looked at the Ogres rounding up the Pixies. Observing them with a gentle look on his face.

"Killing you will not merit us, in this war, death will not happen in order to avoid the cycle of revenge. My people, especially one little runt only want the head of the one who started all this...the Pixie Lord and his death would serve the payment for this troublesome matter. But, do note that the kick earlier was my payback for the pain and exhaustion you gave us."

The Contriving Pixie looked at Chief and swallowed the words he wished to say. Something inside him made him ask a single thing.

"What will happen to us now?"

"You people are going to be my prisoners and after this war finishes, our strategist would be the one to decide."

"Strategist?"

"Yes, she was the one who foresaw your tactics. Attempting to thin out our numbers by sending your soldiers on two areas, and then making it seem like the true strike force to something small so you can receive less attention was your plan right? Sneaking in while we're distracted andweakened by the skirmishes. I hate to admit it, but it would have flown over our heads if not for her."

"Who is this strategist? Can I have the chance to meet her?"

"You can't, she is currently destroying your ranks at the moment."

A wide smile appeared on the face of Chief and a wry smile on the Contriving Pixie looking at opposition.

Midnight dawned upon the Forest of Beast, a quiet and still atmosphere pervaded through the air. It was an eerie night, the world was silent and leaves were still.

It was a quiet and dry night, the moon hanged low and the murderous intent exploded. Lilith sat atop a tree in front of her was a minimap smiling as if she had got the world on her palms.

She had already seen through everything, the plan, and the intentions, everything was seen by Lilith as plain as day.

She sent low-level reinforcements to the east and west conflicts to make them believe the forces of the Ogres were thinning out and strong but low numbered Ogres in the middle to make them believe that their plan to weaken their ranks was working.

'If I brought them to our base, I could kill them all, but, considering I have to capture them, I need to compromise.'

Lilith ordered everyone to not kill anyone and avoid getting hurt in order to ensure no death would occur on both side.

As to why this was so, it was so that she'll be able to take over the Pixies without a problem. And as the number of Pixies captured increases, Lilith's reputation does too.

'Pinning the blame on the Pixie Lord will be easy, hmm, taking over a race is easier than I thought.'

That night, Lilith took over three bases of the Pixies and cleaned out the Pixies on the Neutral Areas by sending Killa out.

Epic-Tiered Pixies did not stand a chance against their Race's Epic-Tiered. Killa decimated them all.

And as night would come to pass, instead of the Pixies, the Ogres would march their way to the territory of the Pixies with hundreds of bargaining chips in their hands.

Lilith was satisfied.