Steel steam and flame

At the same time, hundreds of kilometers away.

This is a nameless town in the border area of ​​the Chil Kingdom. It was around two o'clock in the morning, and the town without streetlights was completely shrouded in night. The faint cold light of the stars in the sky only made it look more like a lifeless ruin.

At the edge of the town, among the connected buildings, the breeze blew the curtains, and only occasionally could you see a little white light from the lime lamps. Outside the building is a low orchard, attached to a large arched earth bag. Several figures walked around the orchard without speaking. Occasionally, they would reach into the shadow of the fruit trees and pick a fruit to eat. It's just that the taste is indeed much, much worse than what is grown where I live.

At this time, a dull gunshot broke the silence without a trace of insect chirping. Several black figures immediately hid and waited until an explanation came from the communicator before relaxing.

"It's Lord Grant, let's continue to guard the surroundings." Someone whispered in the darkness.

That area of ​​houses is connected to a small warehouse. It's not yet the receiving season, so the space that should have been empty is filled with more than a dozen armored vehicles. In a corner of the warehouse, seven or eight lime lamps illuminated the place brightly. The three people were hung on iron chains fixed to the steel beams on the roof. The blood pooled together and flowed from their toes, almost filling the large steel basin placed directly below the three people that was specially designed to catch blood.

One of them had a bullet hole in his head, and two members were opening the body bag and putting him down, preparing to take him to the orchard and dispose of him on the spot. The other two were about to lose their breath, and their eyes were still moving slightly. It looked like they could hold on for a while.

"You go on, forget it if you die. Anyway, we don't expect to get anything out of their mouths." A man was wiping the blood on his hands.

"Sir Grant, there is a communication from the main team." The correspondent came to the warehouse from the room and said to the man, "Sir Willard ordered someone to send it here." He waved the communicator in his hand.

Grant had an impatient look on his face. He walked over, and the correspondent quickly ran over and handed over the communicator.

"Sir Grant, Lord Willard said..." The other side copied Willard's original words, and attached the details of the team led by Trovero, "I hope you can go to that team as soon as possible. to collect necessary intelligence."

"Okay, I understand." He said helplessly but with a joyful tone. Grant turned off the communicator, looked at the people around him, and asked, "Which of your squad leaders is Trovro?"

"Mr. Grant, you are from my team." A man immediately stepped forward and answered.

"Okay, I'll give you half an hour. I want Trovero and all the details of the members who accompanied him on the mission." After speaking, Grant pointed to the two people who were still hanging up, "Together. Move out and dispose of it, notify everyone, and set off in an hour and a half. By the way, in half an hour, all the captain-level people will come to the hall and have a small meeting. Osiris, I will need your information later. For reference, half an hour is no problem, right?"

"I think fifteen minutes is enough." Osiris replied respectfully. Grant nodded with satisfaction. He turned around and threw the communicator to the correspondent. "Help me get through to Mr. Willard. I have something to report to him. Get ready. I'll go to the communicator in five minutes." side."

With that said, Grant walked towards the room. When he reached the door, he remembered something, turned around, pulled out a small-caliber pistol, and fired several shots at each of the remaining two people. Then he returned to the resting room with self-satisfaction.

After entering the room, Grant sighed heavily, picked up the wine on the table and drank a few sips, "I really don't know what the tribe is thinking and why they sent Willard here. This time from a From the beginning, it was stated that I was in charge, but when we set off, he suddenly joined in."

A soft voice sounded from the side, like comfort, "It should be that the upper management of the tribe got some news from the lighting organization. There must be some deviations in the strength value and personnel configuration of the escort team this time, so Willard was asked The adults joined temporarily as a layer of protection. After all, in addition to the escort team of the Lighting Organization, the enemy also has people from other tribes following us, and they all want to take this opportunity to get some secrets of the Lighting Organization."

"Of course I know. I heard that the escort team of the Lighting Organization is led by a fourth-stage figure. But I don't believe they will take action. At best, it is the same as the conflict between tribes. They will always stand aside and watch the fun, which is only a little deterrent. It's just a function." Grant sighed, this time it was supposed to be a mission for him to earn his own merits, but when Willard joins in, the results will change a lot.

In some time, all the medium and large tribes in the Flame Alliance will participate in the priestly ceremony held by the priests. I got some news. I heard that if the ritual ceremony is successful, it will be a sacred event that can bring about huge changes. As one of the major tribes in the Flame Alliance, the Thunder Wolf Tribe will certainly not be absent. The tribe is now preparing for it, and is almost trying its best to find people who meet the conditions.

It is a pity that Grant, who originally had great confidence in himself, failed to make that list due to his own absolute accident. Talent and strength, as well as background forces, as well as actual results obtained in various tasks and hunts, play no role in detection and evaluation. Just seeing that many people similar to him ended up like this, Grant slowly accepted it.

But it still put a lot of pressure on Grant, from all aspects. The recently reduced resource delivery volume made Grant feel a little nervous and had to make some changes. Grant knew that when the sacrificial ceremony began and ended, imbalances and unexpected changes would definitely occur within each tribe. During this period of time, if you don’t strive for something as much as possible and think about it later, maybe the price paid will increase exponentially.

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

Grant looked over and said nothing. After a while, he answered 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 cannot keep up."

Half an hour later, in the spacious hall connecting the rooms, Osiris brought all the detailed information of Trovolo and Belinda, as well as the assessments of the mercenaries and bounty hunters who were traveling with them, and the data of those armored vehicles. , weapon configurations, etc., are all listed.

A map was spread out on several tables, with several red lines zigzagging across the map. One person took out a pen and drew a cross on Tlovro's team route. After dozens of people browsed the information, discussions started to sound in the hall.

An hour and a half later, all traces here were cleared. Armored vehicles, covered with the shells of extended limousines, drove out of the warehouse in an orderly manner and set off around four in the morning.