Just when the swarm troops intervened on the battlefield and officially began a fierce battle with the army of Hell.

In the city of Harogas in the rear of the battlefield, in a small stone house next to the logistics material reserve warehouse, Anya, who was appointed by Quarkek as the chief logistics officer of the army, was busy with the heavy work of material deployment.

There were not many helpers available in the city, and Anya had to temporarily seconded some of her men from the Legion's reserves, the ordinary barbarian people, to help her transfer the strategic supplies that were being delivered to the front.

Even the pros have to eat, and although they all have inventory that can hold a lot of things, in this time of emergency, the inventory of professionals and mercenaries is usually stuffed with spare armor and weapons, as well as various life-saving potions.

Therefore, food and other minor strategic materials can still only be dispatched and distributed through her, the logistics officer.

And in the face of such an important battle today, Anya's nerves were also tense, and she didn't dare to relax at all.

Like now, she was standing in the doorway of her hut, shouting at the barbarian tribe who were loading supplies onto the caravan.

"Peck! Leave those empty boxes alone! Let's get all the supplies in the car first! ”

"Marton! You've loaded the wrong car! There's medical supplies over there, and you're holding food in your hands! ”

"Dan! Get those damn caravans closer! We need to save all the time we can! ”

"Sean! Don't swing around with your axe, you're just going to deliver supplies, and you won't need to go to battle yet! ”

Anya commanded the task loudly, and in the open space in front of her, more than a dozen caravans that were already full of supplies were preparing to set off.

"Very good, very good, boys, that's it, let's go now, hurry up, our compatriots are still fighting bloody battles on the front line!"

Seeing that all the trucks were full, Anya breathed a sigh of relief, and she waved her arms twice to let the wave of caravans move quickly.

Looking at the convoy slowly walking away, Anya rubbed the corners of her eyes a little tiredly, then took out a wooden bottle of spirits from the inventory, uncorked it and took a big sip.

She doesn't usually drink alcohol, and logistical statistics require a clear mind and precise calculations, and if you get drunk, both of them will leave you.

But today is different, in order to prepare these important supplies, Anya has almost exhausted all her brain cells, and she must have some strong wine to wake up, so as not to be unable to support herself and fall asleep directly.

Just as she slipped the bottle back into her inventory, about to turn around and head back to the house to count the next supply, a figure in a blue-and-white flannel robe suddenly approached her from the other side of the street.

"Uncle Serra, why are you here?"

Anya frowned, looking at the old man who slowly walked in front of him with some puzzlement.

As the last remaining elder in the tribe, Niracek should now be in charge of the Council of Elders in the absence of the Grand Leader, what did he want to do here?

"Long time no see, little Anya......"

A slightly gentle smile appeared on Nirasek's somewhat ghostly face.

"I heard that the big leader asked you to coordinate logistics and supplies, and I was worried that you wouldn't be able to handle it, but now it seems that ......"

He glanced at the inside of the neat and tidy warehouse, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

"You're doing a good job."

"Thanks for the compliment, Uncle Serra... But what are you here for today? ”

Anya smiled politely, but the look of doubt on her face did not fade in the slightest.

"Can't I come to see you if it's okay, when did we become so separated?"

Niracek made a hurt expression, which made the kind-hearted Anya feel a little guilty.

"Of course not, Uncle Serra... Well, you come in first, it's too cold outside. ”

"Ah, thank you, dear Anya, but I really have something to ask for your help with when I came to you today."

Nilasek said as he followed the door that Anya had opened and walked inside.

"Looking for my help?" Anya blinked suspiciously, then glanced at the warehouse outside the door, and after making sure there was nothing wrong, she closed the door and walked inside.......

Outside the house, it soon began to fall with goose feathers, and the thick snow slowly poured into the warehouse, and even some boxes of supplies were half-buried in the snowdrifts.

About an hour later, a convoy of supplies arrived from the road, and the people in the convoy parked the caravan in order at the door of the warehouse and waited for Anya to come out and help them sort out the shipping list.

Normally, as soon as the supply truck arrives, Anya will quickly come out of her hut, and then quickly help the convoy sort out the list of supplies, load the goods, and watch the convoy leave.

However, this time, the members of the convoy outside the house waited for more than half an hour, but they still did not see Anya come out of the hut.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know, maybe Miss Anya is asleep, right?"

"That's not good, the front line is still waiting for this batch of supplies."

"Marton, go and shout, we can't afford to delay."

"Okay."

The young man, known as Marton, jumped out of the car, walked to the door of Anyah's hut, and knocked lightly on the door.

"Miss Anya, we are from the logistics transport team, are you there? Please open the door. ”

There was silence.

"Miss Anya?"

The room was still unusually quiet.

Marton frowned, feeling that something was wrong, and was about to go back to report, but unexpectedly, the wooden door was opened by him with a gentle push.

Marton casually glanced inside the room, but was stunned by what he saw.

"Boss! Top dog! Cinnabar! Damn it, come and check it out! ”

After a few seconds of froze in place, Marton immediately shouted loudly.

Dan, the captain of the logistics convoy, frowned, and similarly jumped out of the caravan and ran to the door.

"What's so in such a hurry, if you don't give me a reasonable oh my God, what happened to the ancestors here?!"

Dan grumbled at Marton scoldingly, then followed his gaze into the room, which was immediately interrupted by the sight of him, and his next words turned into exclamations of horror.

I saw that in front of the two of them, in Anya's hut, the originally neat and clean room had completely disappeared, and all that came into view was a chaotic scene that seemed to have been blown by a tornado.

The walls and ceiling were still scratched on the heavy ice stone, the tables, chairs and benches in the room were in a mess, and all the furniture and beds were shattered into scraps.

The thick parchment books were strewn with pages scattered all over the floor, some of which bore marks of slashing with knives and axes.

What was even more disturbing was that on the floor in the corner of the room, there was still a residue of bright red fresh blood, which had not yet frozen in such a cold weather, and it seemed that it should have just flowed out of the human body.

"I think we should go back to the front and report to the big leader......"

Marton said after swallowing dryly.

"You're right......" Dan nodded in response hoarsely.