The Mysterious World Under Steampunk

On a small hill near the southern end of the Wasteland North-South Avenue, there is a simple wooden building with a very primitive style. It seems that the wooden building was used as an outpost in the early days.

However, because there are no fortifications around, once a wave of mutated monsters breaks out, this place will not be able to withstand the attack of any mutated monsters, so it was quickly abandoned, and now it has become a temporary place for some people who did not have time to enter the ring city before nightfall. place to stay.

Because it is daytime now, the wooden building is empty, only the roof of the building can see the North-South Road in a room, there are several people standing by the window, watching a carriage slowly driving on the North-South Road ahead, their faces There was a dignified expression on them.

"Did they already know our plan?" One of the people dressed as an old scholar asked himself.

"Maybe I have noticed it, but I probably don't know what we want to do." Another middle-aged man who was dressed similarly to the shaman of the wasteland tribe responded, then frowned and said: "Do you think they really didn't Take something from that ruin?"

The old scholar replied: "I don't know about this, but even if there is something, with Sylvia's character, she will not hand it over, not to mention that there is a tall tower wizard who has achieved demigod achievement beside her to support her." on."

"He's not a tower wizard." At this time, a man in a cloak and a hood next to him corrected him. Although the man didn't take off the hood, if Leo and Sylvia were here, they would definitely He could be heard in his voice as Carson Sangers, Firekeeper of the Southern Sacred Mountains.

"Do you think there is any difference between him and the tower wizard?" Another woman who hid herself in the cloak seemed to like to confront Carson Sangers, and immediately retorted.

Carson Sanjes was silent for a while, repeated what he had said before, and said, "He is not a tower wizard."

"The world doesn't think so." The woman prodded the other party again.

When Carson Sanjes was about to say something, he was interrupted by the middle-aged man on the side, and the middle-aged man said seriously: "Whether he is a tower wizard or not, both he and Sylvia It is a powerful variable. With the addition of these two variables, the success rate of our plan is so high. Now we lack the two variables of Ryan Dodd and Sylvia Belmont to promote the plan , I am afraid that the final direction of things will not go in the direction we envisioned."

Everyone at the scene immediately fell silent. They had been preparing this plan for a long time, and they were just waiting for a suitable variable that had nothing to do with them to join in. Now that the variable has arrived, the plan has begun to move forward as predicted, and everything is ready. The work has been stimulated, just waiting for the variables to enter the position in the plan, and they can wait for the final desired result.

But the result is just like the uncertainty of the variable. This variable does not follow the rules at all. Just half a foot into the plan, he just turned the table and left without giving anyone any chance to react. Like now, even if they have caught up with Sylvia and Leo's carriage, they can only watch each other leave quietly, unable to do anything.

"Let's stop them and lead them to..." At this time, a tribal warrior dressed as a traditional tribal hunter with scars on his face made a proposal in the common language of the Holy Mountain with a thick accent. Before he said anything, the strange eyes of the people around him already made him feel that something was wrong, and he said with some doubts: "Is there something wrong with what I said?"

The old scholar said in a deep voice: "You have stayed on the other side of the river for too long, out of touch with the world, and forgot how powerful a demigod is. If we deliberately lure him into the plan, he may no longer be a variable. He will rely on his strength to control the overall situation, I don’t think the people in the wasteland can resist his attack, and with Sylvia at that time, I suspect that the benefits of our plan over the years will eventually become theirs.”

"Is he really a demigod? Are you making a mistake?" The tribal warrior still didn't want to believe it, and questioned.

"As far as I know, the bone butterfly was injured by him, and based on the time calculation, the incident on the other side of the swamp may also be related to him. Although the mixed-race tribe cannot use the power of the swamp castle forever, we have already expected it, but The end time is too short, so short that it almost affected our plan," Carson Sanjes answered the tribal warrior, and looked at the old scholar, middle-aged shaman and hidden woman with a little dissatisfaction. Said: "I have said a long time ago that any plan should not deliberately add variables. So many things have happened before Leo Dodd and Sylvia have officially intervened in the plan. Something unexpected will happen. I think it would be a good thing they left."

The middle-aged shaman looked at Carson Sangers with some displeasure, and said: "But the problem now is that if there is no variable to guide, the Silvermoon Tribe has a high chance of losing this conflict. Tribal annexation, in that case, our previous plan will really fail, our plan is not to create an absolutely powerful tribe that does not follow tradition."

"How about we choose a few people from our own people to be variable?" The woman suggested.

"No." The others almost vetoed the proposal in unison.

The old man explained: "The few of us must not be involved in anything in the plan, let alone directly enter the site to promote the plan. You must know that the eyes on the North and South Sacred Mountains are not just names, they represent the entire wilderness tribe. As long as they find any clues, they will be able to find us," he said, repeating very seriously: "So we must not have any connection with the plan."

The woman asked: "Since we can't directly intervene, we can only rely on variables to promote the plan. Now that the right variables have left, what should we do now? We can't just watch things completely get out of control, can we?"

Everyone fell silent again. Obviously, they had anticipated various situations in advance, and even considered the various decisions that Sylvia's personality would make, but they did not expect that Sylvia, who was a variable, would choose to directly flip the table Leaving, this kind of decision is not in line with Sylvia's character at all. It can only be said that the variable that Leo suddenly joined also affected Sylvia.

At this time, the previous tribe hunter suggested again: "How about we have a big wave of mutant monsters?"

Hearing this proposal, everyone's eyes could not help but fall on the tribe hunter, but what they saw in their eyes was not a denial of the tribe hunter, but rather it seemed to be urging the other party to express their follow-up thoughts.

However, the tribe hunter obviously didn't have any follow-up thoughts, so he said awkwardly: "I'm just talking casually, I didn't think that much at all."

"Although it's just casual talk, it's the best way to deal with it now." The old man sighed and said, "I didn't expect that the second hand left behind would be used now."

The middle-aged shaman couldn't wait to say: "Since this is the case, let's prepare as soon as possible, just in time to take advantage of the impact of the Yinyue tribe's mercenary group being wiped out by the tide of mutant monsters, and launch a wave of abnormally mutant monsters in the wasteland. There will be no suspicion."

After making a decision, several people discussed a few more words, left the small building, and soon dispersed in the woods downstairs.

Carson Sanjes, who was the last to leave the small building, suddenly stopped and looked in the direction of the North-South Avenue, as if he felt something, but soon he shook his head again, thinking that he might be an illusion, Then he also put on the costume of a tribal hunter, disguised himself, and walked towards the southern holy mountain. He wanted to return to the holy mountain before being discovered.

In fact, Carson Sanjes did not perceive wrongly. He did not know that his every move in the small building and the conversations of the people around him were all heard by Leo and Sylvia.

In fact, Carson Sanjays and the others also took some protective measures when they were gathering. Whether it was extraordinary power, wizard circle, or various shielding strange objects, they were isolated from the surroundings, and no power was allowed to spy on them. opportunity, so they will talk about things without any scruples.

But their vision and ability obviously limited their defense methods, and also took advantage of loopholes for others, such as Leo and Sylvia.

In fact, Leo and Sylvia did not expect such a big windfall. Leo just secretly left a miniature on Carson Sangers when he communicated with Carson Sangers that day. snooper.

This kind of miniature spying device is assembled from parts that can still be used in the wreckage of some space civilization spacecraft collected by Sylvia. The function of the spying device is very simple, and there are only two types, one is positioning, and the other is eavesdropping , the size of a grain of dust, attached to the other party's hair, it can locate and eavesdrop on the target through the specific frequency on the general-purpose recorder.

Originally, Leo just wanted to know the location of Carson Sangers' residence and see if he had the opportunity to sneak into Carson Sangers' residence and peek at the books left by the wilderness wizard.

But what he didn't expect was that Carson Sangers was actually a member of another secret force, and when he talked with his subordinates in his residence, he mentioned that the Silvermoon Tribe bought weapons from Sylvia thing.

Although it sounded like a casual mention, Sylvia felt that there might be something tricky in it, so she turned the table over regardless of any influence, and then directly left the right and wrong circle of the Southern Tribal Alliance, jumping out of the trap go out.

Just now, although Carson Sanjes and others made some arrangements, their arrangements could not block the signal of the snooping device, so all their conversations were recorded verbatim by Leo and Hill in the carriage. Via heard it, which also made Sylvia understand that the decision she made was correct.

"That woman's voice sounds familiar." Leo watched the position of Carson Sanjes on the universal recorder move towards the holy mountain, then turned off the recorder, and then said thoughtfully.

"Of course I know her. She should be Saran Meyer." Sylvia said very firmly.

Leo asked suspiciously: "Choose King Saran? Isn't she in the Kingdom of Maris? Why did she go to the wilderness?"

"It's very simple, she can't stay there any longer, so she can only run to the wasteland." Sylvia sneered with some disdain, and added: "Although the power of the Ice Queen is concentrated in Davidia , but her influence has not been limited to Davielia these years, she can almost influence the political situation of the entire Minsk continent, even the Church of the Hill King and the Church of the Lord of All Things Birth and Death, if the gods do not appear, their influence cannot be matched Compared with her. In this case, the power and influence that can be controlled by Saran is very small. She has always been a person who is planning for a rainy day. There are too many, and the virgin land of the wasteland is the most suitable one."

Speaking of this, Sylvia's expression became a lot more serious. Although she is not afraid of choosing the king Saran, she does not want to conflict with the other party, because she is very clear about the difference between choosing the king Saran. Those who know how many hole cards they have hidden will be passive in the conflict, and their reputation in the witch troupe is better than hers. If the two conflict, even if they win in the end, it will probably be a miserable victory.

"Don't worry, we are no longer in their plan." Leo could see what was going on in Sylvia's heart, he was relieved, and then changed the subject and asked: "Where are the identities of the others? Can you Recognize it from the voice?"

Sylvia recalled a little bit, and said: "The people of the two tribes couldn't hear it, but the old man's voice sounded very much like the voice of Lok Talos, the chief deacon of the Society of Hearings."

Leo asked suspiciously, "Director? When did the Abnormal Society have this position?"

"It was established more than ten years ago." Sylvia showed a look of disdain, and said, "Thanks to these retrograde changes, many people quit the Odd Society and joined our group. Not a bad thing."

Leo asked again: "Why haven't I heard of the name Locke Talos? He shouldn't be a particularly famous academic authority, right?"

"Of course not, that guy is just an opportunist who is proficient in speculation! At the beginning, he was pushed to the position of chief deacon simply because there was no suitable candidate, and the prestigious person who sat in that position was not interested in that position , I just want to immerse myself in research, and finally let such a guy who is not even a scholar become the leader of the organization with the most authoritative scholars in the world, what a joke."

After hearing this, Leo pondered for a moment and said, "I'm a little curious about what they are planning, what about you?"

Sylvia was silent for a while, shook her head, and said: "We don't need to interfere in their affairs, let's go at our own pace! No matter what their plan is, as long as we don't have any internal problems, they will It is impossible to shake our group."