At the same time, hundreds of kilometers away.

It is a town with no name in the border region of the Kingdom of Chir. At two o'clock in the morning, the town with no street lights was completely shrouded in night, and the faint cold light of the stars in the sky only made him look more like a lifeless ruin.

At the edge of town, in a cluster of connected buildings, the breeze blew the curtains, and only occasionally could I see the white light of the lime lamps. Outside the building is a low orchard, clinging to a large arched earthen bag. A few figures walked around the orchard, without speaking, occasionally reaching into the shadows of the fruit trees and picking a fruit to eat. It's just that the taste is really much worse than what is grown in the place where I live.

At this moment, a dull gunfire broke the silence without a trace of insect chirping, and several black shadows immediately hid, waiting for an explanation to come from the communicator, and then relax their bodies.

"It's Lord Grant, and we're continuing to keep an eye on the periphery. "Someone whispered in the dark.

The house was connected to a small warehouse, and it was not yet the receiving season, and the inside, which was supposed to be empty, was filled with a dozen armored vehicles. In a corner of the warehouse, seven or eight lime lamps illuminated a place. The three were hung from chains attached to the steel beams of the roof, and the blood pooled together and ran down their toes, almost filling the large steel basin that lay directly below the three of them for blood.

One of them had bullet holes in his head, and two members were opening the body bag and lowering him to be taken to the orchard for disposal. The other two were also about to lose their breath, and their eyes were still moving slightly, and it seemed that they could hold on for a while.

"Go on, even if you're dead, you don't expect anything to come out of their mouths. A man is wiping blood from his hands.

"Lord Grant, there's a communication from the main team. The correspondent came from the room to the warehouse and said to the man, "Lord Willard ordered someone to pass it." As he spoke, he waved the communicator in his hand.

With an impatient look on his face, Grant walked over, and the correspondent hurriedly ran over and handed over the communicator.

"Lord Grant, Lord Willard said、、、" Willard copied Willard's original words, with the details of the team led by Trofro, "I hope you will go to that team as soon as possible and gather the necessary information." ”

"Okay, I got it. Very helpless, but with a happy tone. Grant turned off the communicator, looked at the few people around him, and asked, "Which of you is the squad leader of Trofro?"

"Lord Grant, it's someone on my team. A man immediately stepped forward and answered.

"Okay, give you half an hour, I want Trofro, and all the details of the members who are on the mission with him. After speaking, Grant pointed to the two people who were still being hanged, "Move out and dispose of it together, notify everyone, and leave in an hour and a half." By the way, half an hour later, all the captain-level people came to the hall and had a small meeting. Osiris, I need your information for reference later, and it's okay for half an hour, right?"

"Fifteen minutes, I think, is enough. Osiris replied respectfully. Grant nodded in satisfaction, he turned his voice and tossed the communicator to the communicator, "Help me connect with Master Willard, there is something I want to report to him." You prepare, I'll go to the communication machine in five minutes. ”

With that, Grant walked towards the room, and when he got to the door, he remembered something, turned and drew his small-caliber pistol, and fired several shots at each of the remaining two, and then went back to the room where he was resting.

Entering the room, Grant sighed fiercely, picked up the wine on the table and poured a few sips into it, "I really don't know what the tribe thinks, why they sent Willard over." This time, it was explained from the beginning that I was in charge, and when it was time to set off, he was suddenly added again. ”

A soft voice sounded on the side, as if comforting, "It should be that the upper echelons of the tribe have received some news from the light organization, and the strength value and staffing of the escort team this time have deviated, so I let Lord Willard temporarily join in as a layer of protection." After all, in addition to the escort team of the Light Organization, there are people from other tribes behind us, all of whom want to take this opportunity to get some secrets of the Light Organization. ”

"Of course I know, I heard that the escort team of the Light Organization is led by a four-stage character. But I don't believe they will make a move, at best, like the clash between the tribes, forever standing on the sidelines and watching the excitement, just a little deterrent. Grant let out a sigh of relief, this time it was supposed to be a task he used to earn merit, but Willard joined in, and the outcome would change a lot.

In some time, all the medium and large tribes in the Flame Alliance will all participate in the priesthood ceremony held by the priesthood, and I have received some news that if the sacrifice ceremony is successful, it will be a sacred event that can make a huge difference. As one of the several major tribes in the Flame Alliance, the Thunderwolf Tribe will definitely not be absent. The tribe is now preparing for it, almost desperately trying to find someone who meets the conditions.

Unfortunately, Grant, who had great faith in himself, was not able to make that list in his own absolute accident. Talent and strength, as well as background forces, as well as actual results from various missions and hunts, do not play any role in testing and evaluation. It's just that seeing that many people who are similar to him end up like this, Grant slowly accepted it.

But it still put a lot of pressure on Grant, from all sides. The amount of resources that had recently begun to be reduced by compression made Grant nervous and had to make some changes. Grant knew that by the time the ritual began, until it was over, there would be imbalances and unexpected changes within the tribes. During this time, if you don't try to get as much as you can, and then think about it later, maybe the price paid at that time will increase exponentially.

"Times may have begun to change, my lord. The soft voice thought for a moment before speaking carefully.

Grant looked over and didn't speak. After a while, he replied and nodded, "With the arrival of the Red Star, the sea and the forest have become more lively recently, maybe you are right, the times have begun to change, and we can't keep up." ”

Half an hour later, in the spacious hall at the junction of the rooms, Osiris brought all the details of Trofro and Belinda, along with the assessments of the mercenaries and bounty hunters who accompanied them, the data on those armored vehicles, the armament configuration, etc., all of which were listed.

A map unfolds on several tables that have been stitched together, and several red lines are scattered on the map. One man took out a pen and drew a cross on the route of Trofro's procession, and when dozens of people had finished reading the materials, the chatter rang out in the hall.

After an hour and a half, all traces were cleaned up. Armored vehicles covered with the shells of elongated limousines drove out of the warehouse in an orderly manner and set off at about 4 a.m.