The Etiquette of the Soldiers is To Meet Up

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On the continent of Darvia, in the north, in the depths of the Altai Mountains.

The elites of the criminal department led by Raham sneaked swiftly and silently like ghosts and ghosts, their figures hidden in the shadows, the light and shadow changed unpredictably, and there was a distorted texture.

It's like being sheltered by the surrounding natural environment all the time, with natural mixed colors.

This alone shows that these people from the Criminal Ministry have done a lot of work in stealth.

If it is usual, Raham would naturally not hesitate to carefully observe the performance of his subordinates, and then keep them in his mind one by one, and wait for the conclusion of the action after the completion of the review one by one.

But now, only anxiety remains in his heart.

Burning like wildfire, it was like burning anxiously to ignite the whole heart, spreading wanton, so anxious that his eyebrows were going to get angry.

However, no matter how fast, the current speed has reached the immediate limit.

If it is faster, it's not impossible, but the future combat effectiveness cannot be guaranteed.

Thinking of this, Raham's heart moved, and the miraculous power in his body suddenly transformed into a deep and heavy magic power.

In the midair, the magic light suddenly flashed.

【Acceleration】【Lightweight】【Reduced resistance】

Three spells were suddenly activated and blessed on this group of people.

The spells that started suddenly did not make these elites of the criminal ministry rushing in silence.

They just got a little stagnation, adjusted their state, adapted to the current situation, and once again increased their speed, reaching the limit after the blessing.

Upon seeing this, the urgent look in Raham's eyes could not help but ease a little, and his heart settled slightly.

"I hope I can catch up."

...

In the city of Gloria, Tropp Green, the "fifth person" of the executive headquarters who had been in the imperial capital, seemed invisible but was also a proper authority. I don't know when it will come quietly.

Secretly meeting with Master Lane in the underground base of the executive department of Gloria City.

"What's wrong? Why did you come to the North?"

Master Lane looked at Tropp and asked with a serious expression.

It seems that I am afraid of hearing bad news.

"Master Lane, don't worry, the situation is still under control, and there is no major problem."

"I'm here just for insurance."

However, Master Ryan was not satisfied with Tropp's answer.

His expression is still solemn, with a strong sense of oppression.

"Really? Then why did Raham go so hurriedly before?"

Tropp's expression stagnated, as if he didn't expect Master Lane to know about it.

"You..."

"Why, are you thinking how I knew?"

Master Lane's face was solemn, and his tone couldn't hear the joy and sorrow.

"In the North, there are very few things I want to know."

Hearing that, Tropp's calm expression on his face was finally removed, and he smiled helplessly.

"It's us juniors who are arrogant."

"Let's talk about it, what is going on?"

Master Lane ignored the opponent's appearance that seemed to be hit, took a sip of tea, and asked calmly.

"Reynard missed, but he hopes to make up for the mistake."

A simple sentence made Master Lane frowned.

For Leonard's involvement, Master Lane was not surprised at this time.

Although he didn't know it before, but based on his knowledge of Caesar, it can be inferred that there are not many people who can trust the other party in this situation, and there are fewer people who can use it with peace of mind. Therefore, Raham must be one of them. Member.

Regarding all of this, Master Ryan had a clear mind in his heart.

It's just that he didn't say anything.

After all, it is one thing to know, but another thing to inquire.

But now, there seems to be something wrong with Raham, so he can’t ignore it.

"Frustrated, what's the situation, make it clear?"

Now that he had already said the story, Tropp naturally had no need to conceal it, and he told Master Lane the whole thing.

"So, you mean, when Leonard was monitoring the [Pale Council], [Blood Worship], and [Elemental Will], he was raided by a group of well-trained and well-equipped unknown transcendent forces, and then he was lost. Goal?"

Master Lane's tone was inexplicably refined the key points that Tropp had said before, and he touched his chin, seemingly thoughtful.

"Do you know where that group of people came from?"

Master Lane was not in a hurry to express his opinion, but first raised a question.

However, Tropp didn't make any comments on Master Lane's behavior, but answered very obediently.

"The opponent's hands and feet are extremely neat, and we don't have too many clues at the moment."

Tello shook his head and said something that seemed a little frustrating.

But seeing what the other party was doing, Master Lane suddenly laughed.

"Don't pretend to me, don't I know you kid, if there is really no clue, you will not be angry."

Tropp also seemed to be unable to stretch himself, his indifferent and angry expression suddenly broke, and he laughed twice.

"Although their cover-ups are excellent, the costumes they wear and the magic equipment they use are ordinary products without any characteristics."

"However, the rigorous order and prohibition, the sharp and straightforward demeanor, still exposed clues."

Tropp narrowed his smile, his expression gradually serious, with some bitter color.

The eyebrows were raised, like a long knife sharp, revealing a clear murderous intent.

"Which one, Christia, or...",

Master Ryan tapped his index finger and pointed it in the void, as if he thought of some general tentative question.

"It should not be. Their people have entered the Altai Mountains."

"The most important thing at the moment is to open the secret realm and sneak in."

"At this moment, there is no need to cause trouble. For them, being safe is the first choice."

Tropp shook his head and denied Master Lane's words.

"Have you never considered the possibility of them fishing in troubled waters?"

Master Lane asked again, but it was not because he was eager to find face after his argument was denied, but more like a test of his back.

"They must want to fish in troubled waters, but it is precisely because of this that they will never be the first to come forward."

"Because the person who fired the first shot is often the most aggressive and the most dangerous."

Master Lane nodded slightly, his eyes showed an expression of appreciation.

But in a flash, it turned into a touch of sorrow, with deep nostalgia, and the vicissitudes of life in his eyes, as if looking at the past, seeing the time many years ago.

The expression in his eyes changed extremely quickly, and Master Lane quickly suppressed his emotions, without letting Tropp notice.

After regaining his senses, Master Lane did not rush to speak, but looked straight into Tropp's eyes, his expression extremely serious.

"Leonard wants to make up for his mistake, I have no objection."

"But there is one thing you have to remember, and then tell him completely."

"I don't care what he does, but he can't fail this time because he is afraid of taking responsibility. Before things get irreversible, he must ask for help."

"I will bring your words." Tropp didn't say much, just nodded slowly and heavily.

The heavy atmosphere suddenly dissipated, and the original dignified depression that seemed inevitable also disappeared without a trace.

"My old bones are fairly strong, and I can still help you for a few more years."

"So, let's do it, I have the ability to help you support."

Master Lane said faintly, with a calm tone, but there was incomparable domineering in it.

"Thank you Master."

Tropp stood up and bowed respectfully to Master Lane, his expression extremely serious.

...

Deep in the Altai Mountains, in the rugged and even roadless dense forest, a line of extremely solemn, solemn, and depressive colors are moving fast, approaching the north.

In this crowd, there are two people who dress up incompatible with their surroundings.

One dress is simple but extremely clean. Although the appearance is shady, it also has a touch of scholarly elegance.

Such a temperament, fortunately, neutralized his appearance that didn't look like a good person, and made people not feel scared.

The other is a weird man in a robe with a bronze metal mask on his face.

The mask is not big, it's just strong and fits the contours of the human face, and there is no chain lock on it, but the mask that seems to be just covering the face is steady and does not appear to fall and shake. , People can't help but feel a strange feeling in their hearts.

These two people are Sir Isaac and the Masked Man who are wanted by the Empire.

Now that the identities of these two people are known, the identities of these people around are also known.

[Pale Council], a large cult that has just risen a few places on the imperial cult wanted list.

In the entire empire's transcendental world, it is not a simple generation.

Isaac and the masked man were in the middle of the team, wrapped tightly by the surrounding crowd, and seemed to be well protected.

But in fact, this arrangement is not for safety, but for surveillance.

As the first executioner of the [Pale Council], Hall Cavasia walked in the forefront, carefully observing the movement in all directions, guarding against possible attacks and encounters.

"Did you find it?"

Secretly, Isaac, who was headless and followed the army on his way, quietly spoke to the masked man.

"I found out, are you referring to the group of wild dogs and jackals following us, or the team in the northwest with extraordinary strength?"

The mask man seemed to be bored at this time, and quickly answered Isaac's question with almost no delay.

Isaac nodded, but he also added something that the mask man hadn't found before.

"Forget it, but you have not said a little bit, that is, the traces of what looked like a beast road when we passed by the creek but were borrowed by someone in the past few days."

"Huh? Is that also possible?" The mask man frowned.

Well, he frowned. Isaac didn't know at all, but the mental fluctuations that the other party had transmitted through the spiritual network really gave him this feeling, making him unconsciously "see" the other party's "Expression".

"Ugh!"

Hearing the mask man's doubts, Isaac gave him a helpless look and sighed quietly.

"Don't sigh like this, okay, you who don't know think I'm dying."

"Although, I am indeed fast."

The mask man said casually, without the slightest sorrow in his tone, as if he didn't care about it at all.

"It's nothing, I just think that you have paid a lot to modify the devil lord's contract."

Isaac understood the other party's meaning, so he didn't appear to be sad and heavy, but replied in a teasing tone.

"That's not the case. If it were before, how could I not find this kind of trace!"

Regarding Isaac's regret, the Mask Man replied with some pride.

"By the way, Hall should have found out, right?"

As if thinking of something in general, the mask man asked Isaac.

"Well, it should be like this."

"Then why didn't he change his way?"

"Since we will eventually run into it, then what is the difference between one in the morning and one in the evening. Anyway, it is impossible for anyone to start a fight before seeing the secret realm?"

For such an answer, the mask man nodded thoughtfully, "That's true."

...

"Master, we are here."

In the depths of the Altai Mountains, in a quiet but exceptionally beautiful valley.

After running for a long time, the team of the Cristia family finally reached the final destination. Looking at the beautiful and natural scenery in front of them, Peter who followed the leader suddenly spoke and called in surprise.

"Finally here."

The leader called the young master looked around, and then said in a tone that seemed to be full of complex emotions.

"Check the environment, arrange a cordon, and then arrange for people to take turns to put out guards, so that everyone takes turns to take a break."

After a short silence, the young master gave the order cleanly and made arrangements.

"Okay, Master."

Peter remembered what the other party had said in his heart, ready to implement them one by one.

Then, wait until the other party has signaled before leaving and make arrangements.

The leader of the team known as the young master also entered the valley at this time, looking around like a researcher.

At this time, there is a straight line distance of more than 300 kilometers from the nearest ~www.wuxiaspot.com~.

If you count the distance over mountains and ridges, it's even farther.

So, in a short time, at least they are out of the lead.

However, wait a while, maybe.

...

Just as the storm on the continent of Darvia was getting stronger, the games on the alien planets were also going on steadily.

It seemed that he did not perceive the turbulent undercurrent that came from countless light years away.

Of course, this is true for the contestants who have severed contact with the outside world in the arena, but it is not necessarily true whether the visitors, organizers, medical staff, and wounded who are outside the contest are like this.

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