Encountered a few Demon Beasts on the road and easily killed them.
In a mountain hollow, the team began to regroup.
Here appeared a fork in the road.
The "Two-tailed Scorpion" was a second-rate Mercenary Group hastily assembled with lax military discipline, and no semblance of military professionalism.
They never respected the "Eastern Wasteland Natives," so they didn't even bother to set up sentries far out.
Everyone just sprawled around lazily.
This time, they were assigned to explore towards the east, while the Alliance Army's headquarters was in the north.
Leonard Churchill originally thought they wouldn't encounter anyone from the Alliance Army and planned to leave at this fork soon.
But unexpectedly, just as the three of them were about to leave the group, they encountered an attack.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom..."
Without any warning.
Dozens of rocket shells fell into the camp, Magic Energy fragments flew about chaotically, igniting brilliant flames.
