One hundred meters underground, a concrete-reinforced underground nuclear bunker is located.
As the war with the Great Rift would affect the vassals of the Luoxia Province, General Kras asked the Legion's engineers to carry out construction on the standard of nuclear weapons that could withstand million tons of equivalents.
In theory, it is absolutely safe here.
At this moment, in the temporary combat command room of the bunker, Griffin was sitting alone at the command table, facing a silent radio station.
He had bandages wrapped around his left arm, and there were also traces of bandage on the collar of his military uniform.
Although he was lucky enough to survive the conspired assassination a few days ago, he was not as unscathed as the outside world knew.
Four shrapnels were embedded in his body, one of which was less than 7mm from his heart, which was the closest time he had to the God of Death.
In order not to affect the morale of the army, he immediately ordered the transfer to the bunker and blocked the news of his injury.
Although he was scared by assassination in the eyes of the outside world, how could he be scared by a few assassins after so many years of military service?
The other party took the initiative and he felt a little excited.
Before, he felt that there were undercover agents in his army, but he had been struggling to find who the real undercover agent was.If you can solve this problem with an injury, you will undoubtedly make a lot of money.
At this time, the footsteps outside the door were getting closer and closer, and a gentle knock on the door soon came.
Please come in.
The door is open.
The one who appeared at the door was his personal guard.
Griffin spoke at the loyal soldier.
Found?
Yes, sir.
The guard nodded, but there was no joy on his face, and there was a hint of heaviness between his eyebrows.
Griffin frowned slightly and continued to ask.
Who is it?
The commander of the 70000-person team, the 3000-person team and the centurion of the 6000-person team, participated in the assassination that day... They bribed the meeting service on that day.
Griffin was silent for a long time this time.
The commander of the 70,000-man team, the 3000-man team, was an officer he personally promoted. He could not believe that the loyal young man would betray His Majesty the Marshal and become a spy in the enterprise or alliance.
What worried him the most was the betrayal of those people...
But this assassination actually involved two teams of 10,000 people.
This is equivalent to 40% of his troops!
After a while, Griffin spoke slowly.
Is the message accurate?
The guard nodded.
Accurate...We have already obtained reliable evidence, but we have not yet alerted the enemy.
very good.
Griffin nodded.
However, just as he was about to make a decision, he suddenly felt as if he had thought of something, and halfway through his words, he lost the following.
The guard asked cautiously.
Do I need to arrest three people?
Griffin was silent for a moment and said softly.
Wait first, don't alert the enemy for the time being.
yes.
The guard nodded slightly and left the door respectfully.
The door is closed.
Griffin sighed softly, leaning his shoulders relaxed on the chair behind him.
His eyes fell inadvertently on the incandescent lamp above his head, and suddenly he felt that his destiny was very similar to this lamp.
It is dazzling, hot, and full of energy... However, it is destined to be able to hang in an inconspicuous corner, and can only illuminate a room after spending a lifetime.
As for his ambitions and ideals, it is like a small boat in the torrent of the times. No matter how hard he tried, he could not change the mountains, rivers and rivers under the boat.
Unlike a well-known military officer like McClan, he was not born in a famous family, but was born in an ordinary citizen family in the suburbs of Triumph City.
Like most Willant children, he participated in his first minor training in his life at the age of six. When he first came into contact with the ranks, he showed excellent leadership talent, so he was recommended by the instructor to enter the Triumph City Military Academy for training.
Talent, diligence and a little luck...
Since joining the army, his career has been smooth sailing. At the age of 29, he took the position of a tenth husband to a tenth husband.
Later, he met General Kras, the noble man in his life, and received an olive branch from Dongbang's delegation to go to the distant East to open up the future of the Legion.
He still remembers what General Cras said to him ten years ago
‘The great mother of the Marshal, I doubted it, but unfortunately, the City of Triumph has become corrupt. Those who rely on the wine bags sheltered by their ancestors are immersed in the vast territory and luxurious life without striving for progress. They completely forgot the hatred of a century and a half ago, forgot the ambition to conquer the world, and forgot unity.If they are allowed to decay, this empire maintained by war will fall apart one day.’
To prevent that day from coming, we must have an opponent that is enough to make us serious, and we must let our territory continue to extend to the end of the world and forever.’
Griffin still remembers how passionate he was at that time, and he wished he could immediately set foot on the front line and fire the first shot to expand his territory.
It's just a pity that he soon discovered that things were not as simple as he thought.
The knowledgeable people of the Eastern Expansion Sect died one after another during the expedition. Their sacrifice did not gain the sympathy of Triumph City to strengthen the power of the Eastern Expansion Sect. Instead, the power of the Eastern Expansion Sect was weakened due to the decline of talents.
Even after seeing the strength of the Great Rift Valley, even the commander of the Eastern Legion changed his original support for them, and his attitude became blurred.
If he was young, he would be angry and humiliated by his fellow comrades’ betrayal.
But now, he will no longer be angry, but will only calmly think about how to solve the problem.
It is a wrong route to use your own sacrifice to win the support of other factions.
General Kras has paid the price of his life for this, which not only did not receive alms from the bystanders, but instead made their political power more marginal.
In the final analysis, other factions did not get any benefits from the expedition, but instead saw only endless misfortunes.
Only by bringing people from other factions to advance and retreat together can those mediocre talents with different thoughts unite.
For this reason, he changed General Kras' strategy and no longer directly seeks an invasion of the Great Rift Valley, but takes the initiative to negotiate with the Great Rift Valley.
After that, he used Luoxia Province and the mutant tribes in the Great Desert as his opponents, carefully planned one victory after another, allowing those young talents who were eager to make achievements to see the hope of making achievements and traveled thousands of miles to support their careers.
If everything goes well.
The ancient grain-producing areas will be under the control of the Legion.
Even if the progress is not going well, other factions involved in interests have to increase the bargaining chips on him.
For example, that nuclear bomb and the previous Sabre fighter were brought from the faction to which he belonged through officers from other factions, especially officers from famous families.
As for the legacy left by General Kras, he had long been exhausted during the expedition.
And if the progress is extremely unsuccessful...
He can also unite the factions with hatred by the sacrifices of everyone, including himself.
At this time, the signal light on the radio suddenly flashed.
Seeing the flashing of the signal light, General Griffin looked solemn and immediately reached out to pick up the phone that was resting on the radio.
Before he could speak, a familiar voice came from the other end of the receiver.
I am Joseph.
Hearing this name, Griffin breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that this person was under the command of the Eastern Legion, and he was allowed to take over the command. This showed that the Marshal did not give up on them.
However, before he could relax, the second sentence that came from the receiver immediately made his face lose blood in an instant.
The Marshal has seen your plan. It is not only me who came to Luoxia Province, but also Cohen from Triumph City.
Griffin's face was slightly pale.
After a long time, he swallowed and asked.
...What did he say.
The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and did not answer the question, but asked the other way around.
Are you loyal?
Griffin replied in a vaguely trembling voice.
I doubt the loyalty of the Marshal.
Good, Joseph paused for a moment and continued, you have two choices, to die as a hero, or to die as a traitor… You understand what I mean, how to choose in you.
Griffin's Adam's apple moved.
...Am I doing something wrong?
Joseph said calmly.
We will not benefit from war with enterprises, and His Majesty the Marshal believes so.I can understand your mood, but now is not the time to do that.
This sentence you have completely drawn the boundary between them.
Griffin was silent for a long time.
I see.
You have twenty minutes.
Without waiting for his answer, Joseph hung up the phone directly.
Griffin closed his eyes.
Five minutes later, he reached out and pressed the bell on the command table.
Soon, a young officer walked into the temporary command room.
His name is Karloff, he is the captain of the personal guard under Griffin, and his most trusted subordinate is more trustworthy than that adjutant.
Karloff said cleanly and neatly, standing attentively in front of Griffin.
Sir, are you looking for me?
Griffin said slowly.
I'm going to die in a quarter of an hour.
Karov stood there in a daze.
After coming to his senses, he looked at General Griffin in surprise and said in disbelief.
What are you talking about?
Don't panic, this is the order of His Majesty the Marshal.
Griffin continued calmly.
To put it short, I need you to do the last two things for me. The first is to declare to the public that my death was a stroke, and the second thing... You have to watch my body, no one can get close to me, no autopsy, and no one must know the cause of my death until my body is handed over to Joseph, and he will take me back to Triumph City.
He paused, and he continued.
Also, my suicide note is in my suitcase, please pass it on to my family for me.
Karov's face changed with surprise, anger and incredible expressions. He could not believe that the great Marshal would give such an order.
The great legion will never sacrifice any Willant to compromise, and it is even more impossible to sacrifice a general with outstanding meritorious deeds.
Absolutely impossible!
This must be a villain behind the scenes...
He clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with anger, and he stepped forward and said.
Sir, why don't we
Griffin interrupted him.
Don't think so. After I die, I will be awarded the honor of a hero and receive state funeral in Triumph City as a general... I don't want my half-life efforts and honor to be wasted because of a small mistake.
Promise me, Karov, just let me go alone, don't hate any of our compatriots, don't resist.
Griffin's voice was filled with a hint of pleading.
Karov looked at him silently for a long time, and finally nodded slowly.
I promise you.
Looking at the young man in front of him nodded, a gratified smile finally appeared on Griffin's face and changed into a gentle tone.
My deputy will take over command, the Fort Horn will surrender to the Union, and the ceasefire negotiations will have results in the near future... The war is over.
You will be able to go home in a while.
Go, wait for me at the door for a while, and I want to spend the last few minutes alone.
Holding the sadness and tears in his heart, Karov gritted his teeth and turned his head, and walked out of the door with his back to his respected general.
Looking at Griffin, who had put everything down, felt relaxed instead.
actually……
Their efforts are not meaningless.
At least, a five-star tenement commander was sent to Triumph City as the governor.
With direct support from Triumph City, they will get a stronger vassal for up to ten years.At that time, it would be fine to move eastward.
And their sacrifice will also become the driving force for the Willant people to continue moving forward.
There will always be someone who sympathizes with them.
There will always be someone who will continue what they have not completed.
The world will eventually surrender to our feet.
Griffin poured himself a glass of red wine, then reached out and pulled open the drawer and took out a silver box the size of a cigarette box from it.
It contains a neurotoxin capsule.
It will keep him dead without pain and keep his body intact.
No one can kill me.
Griffin grinned, threw the capsule into his mouth, and drank it in one sip of red wine.
...except myself.
He put down the cup, leaned on the chair in a comfortable position, and closed his eyes.
I can sleep for a longer time this time...
……
Less than ten minutes after Griffin's death, news spread quickly among the senior officers of Fort Horn, causing a storm.
His deputy General Alec took over the command of the Fortress of the Horn and the garrison at the first time.
Griffin's professional guard captain Karloff cooperated with the interim commander's work handover, but refused to hand over the general's body and claimed that they would stay in the bunker until General Joseph lifted their orders.
Of course, Alec had no need to anger Griffin's subordinates. He and the officers who knew they had their own defeat wanted to go home.
Without caring about Griffin's affairs, the first thing he did after taking command was to resume communication with the Decisioner, report to the newly appointed governor the real situation in the fortress, and communicate how to leave from the horn fortress with dignity.
If we don't want this war to continue endlessly, the Alliance soldiers surrounding the fortress shouldn't have done too much.
The Alliance commander had shouted to them before that as long as they put down their weapons, they could retreat from the Alliance designated safe passage to the nearby river bank where they could obtain food and fresh water.
Veric paced back and forth in the tent.
He also just learned that Griffin was dead, but because the defense zone No. 5 where he was located was a little distance from the command center, he was unable to tell whether the news was true or false.
At this time, footsteps came from the door.
Looking at his confidant who appeared at the door, Veric asked immediately.
...Is Griffin dead?
The confidant nodded with a serious expression.
Yes.
A hint of ecstasy appeared on Velic's face, but he quickly held back and looked at the confidant and continued to ask.
How did he die?
The confidant hesitated for a moment and shook his head.
Griffin's personal guard captain Karloff claimed to have a stroke, but there were many doubts... They refused the military doctor to examine Griffin's autopsy and claimed to hand it over to the hands of the new commander-in-chief General Joseph. I suspect that the cause of his death may be otherwise strange.
He paused, and he continued.
...At present, the command of all troops in the entire Luoxia Province has been temporarily handed over to General Alec, Griffin's adjutant. He heard that he was communicating with the Governor about the decent evacuation.
Wenlichi asked with a serious expression.
Then what do you think Griffin's real cause of death may be?
The confidant said cautiously.
I don't know, but Griff had been investigating the insider who assassinated him that day... Karloff probably suspected that we were on our heads, so he refused to hand over Griffin's body and asked to send it to General Joseph's hands.
us?How can it be...
Veric sneered, just about to say how is it possible? After all, no matter how stupid his colleagues are, they will not start immediately after just one failure.
But he soon thought that when the assassination failed a few days ago, he had actually entrusted a strong entourage under his command to kill Griffin.
Could it be...
Is that pangolin really done?
Velic's heart was shocked. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible. After all, the reason for stroke sounded too bad, and it was nonsense when he heard it.
He has experienced how cunning Griffin was. This guy couldn't fool all of them without two tricks.
Under the heavy protection of the personal guards and bunkers, God could kill Griffin without knowing it... and escape without knowing it.
What is this pangolin?!
Veric pondered for a long time and spoke.
I'll find pangolins for me.
The confidant standing in the tent obviously thought of going with him and nodded seriously.
yes.
He knew very well that his adults had become tempted by love for talents.
If that pangolin really had such ability, it would undoubtedly be a worthy object to win over.
This person not only has the courage to fight a thousand people on the battlefield and take the head of the mother of the dead claws alone, but also has the ability to take the head of the general under heavy escort...
The warrior, who even General McClan praised it, was indeed a bit in awe of talent after being a thousand men.
The confidant who received the order was about to turn around and leave.
Velic suddenly stopped him.
Wait a minute... Does he have any hobbies?money?woman?Power…or something else?
The confidant stopped and lowered his head and thought for a moment.
He never looked close to women in the army, nor did he like gold, silver and treasures, nor did he show much pursuit of power, and he did not seem to have any other hobbies except being able to eat...
No preference...
A little difficult to deal with.
But it is actually normal. Most of the wasteland tourists live a primitive life and have no idea about the word prosperity, so Dinar naturally has no appeal to them.
At that time, he will give him a manor and take him to Triumph City to see the world. I believe he will be interested in those common things.
By the way, I heard that he was quite close to the female reporter.
Foreigners want to marry Miss Willant, but it is not possible to have no mine at home, let alone the daughter of a civil servant.In the legion, even if the status of a civil servant cannot be compared with that of a military officer, he is still an official at least.
Having an idea in his mind, Verric looked at him and spoke.
In this way...you go to the kitchen and ask the chef to prepare a table of good wine and dishes to deliver to here, and then invite the pangolin to come!
The confidant nodded and responded.
yes!
……
At the same time, somewhere in the horn fort.
The Battlefield Atmosphere Group did not know that the target he was about to assassinated was dead, nor did they know that he had been put on the storm before he could do anything.
When he found that his choice would affect the future plot and even the direction of the game, his mood was not as pleasant as people imagined by the forum.
Looking at the wrinkled note in his hand, the warrior squatting in the pit complained cursingly.
Damn...if it would be great if I could save a file.
The note was sent by Verrich before, which read Griffin's recent itinerary, but there is basically no difference between having and not having this thing, because since the last assassination, Griffin has been hiding in the bunker and hardly comes out of it.
The only chance that is reliable is the day after tomorrow.
The morning after tomorrow, Griffin would go to his defense zone to inspect, maybe he could take the opportunity to do something.
However, it is foreseeable that by then, there will inevitably be a large group of powerful awakened people waiting next to that guy. Even if they successfully find the opportunity to shoot, they will probably be disappointed.
He doesn't care whether Griffin dies or not.
But it would be very uncomfortable to choose only one of the two plots.
If possible, he hopes to watch both the plot of killing and not killing, and then recycle BE by the way, and then choose the one with the highest profit... He does this for most RPG games.
However……
That's a stand-alone game.
"Wasteland, the player's impact on the world line is permanent, and it is obviously impossible to do so.
The contents on the note were excerpted into the notebook of another world, and the warrior threw it into the pit and washed it away.
He lifted his pants out of the toilet and walked towards the barracks not far away, intending to ask Colway for his opinion before making a decision.
After all, it is a life-long friendship.
Colway would never harm him.
Of course, the most important thing was Teng Teng's nonsense reminding him.
When he came with General Verridge that day, Brother Coleway's hesitant words and tone did make him care a little.
But he didn't have the chance to ask at that time, and later he forgot about it.
……
At the barracks door.
The warrior looked at the guards on duty and said.
I'll look for Chief Colway.
Recognizing the pangolin's face, the guard saluted.
Chief Colway was not here, he walked over there.
As he said that, he pointed to the west.
Thanks.
The warrior nodded and walked in the direction pointed by the guard. Sure enough, he saw Colway next to a tent piled with miscellaneous items.
I saw him sitting on the concrete steps smoking a cigarette, staring at the rows of concrete fortifications and the gradually falling sunset on the distant position. Even the cigarette butts had burned to the edge of his fingers without even realizing it.
Hearing the footsteps beside him, he came to his senses and looked over.
You are here?
The warrior nodded and walked to him and sat down.
General Veric sent me a letter.
Coleway said a little annoyed after dusting the ashes from the cigarette butts.
He urged you to do it?
The Warrior nodded.
Well…he provided General Griffin’s itinerary, the day after tomorrow was the only chance.
After listening to his words in silence, Colway spoke.
What about the day after tomorrow's inspection... You shouldn't have told me this kind of thing. If I were Griffin's man, you would be dead now.
The warrior rolled his eyes in his heart.
Less bragging.
You are McClan's direct descendant, otherwise how could Vierich find you!
Dullness and taciturnity are just his character, and he is not really stupid.
but……
There is no need to say those words.
I believe you, the warrior shook his head and looked at him seriously and said, "You will always be my superior."
Hearing this sentence, a gratified smile appeared on Colway's expressionless face.
I didn't expect that I had a confidant too...
However, the gratified smile soon brought a hint of loneliness.
Looking at the sunset in the distance, he sighed.
I'm very happy to hear you, it would be great if everyone was like you.
Like me?The warrior was stunned for a moment, not understanding why he said that.
That's right, loyal, brave, open-minded... without a trace of falsehood.
Colway lit a cigarette butt and said casually.
However, the speaker was unintentional, and the listener was intent. The old warrior sitting next to him turned red involuntarily and he moved away his gaze awkwardly.
It's OK like me...
All the Willant people are like me, and the legion is about to end soon.
A coughing sounded, and the warrior disconnected the topic from himself
Then...what are you?
I?A trace of confusion floated in Colway's pupils, and after a long time, I...unsure.
The warrior glanced at him unexpectedly.
I didn't expect that this guy who always talks about loyalty has such a time of hesitation.
Colway paused and continued.
How to say it... What I understand is loyalty, one-hearted and one-body loyalty, bottom-up unity, but what I see is not.
When he said this, his heart was extremely complicated.
When he was just a centurion before, he never thought so much... It was not until after McClass' death that he was promoted to the captain of thousands by Griffin and assigned to the 10,000-man team of Verrich, that he gradually came into contact with the inside story that he could not have contacted.
In fact, the legion was not a hemp rope twisted into a row of threads as he imagined, but a blanket of wool threads that bent left and right.
Just like now.
General Griffin hopes everyone will die with him.
In order to realize his long-cherished wish to conquer the Great Rift, to unite all cowardly cowards and attacking factions, and to expand the territory of the Legion east of the Great Desert, he did not mind to die... This is his loyalty to the Legion and to the Marshal.
However, Velic and other subordinates did not want to be doomed with the madman. They hoped that Griffin would die and end this stupid war... They believed that this was his loyalty to His Majesty the Marshal.
Everyone is doing things he cannot understand in the name of loyalty, and everyone has their own understanding of loyalty.
So what exactly is loyalty?
He couldn't help but start to wonder whether he, who had never considered these things, could be called loyalty and where to stand on...
Looking at Colway who was in confusion, the warrior didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only follow his taciturn personality and asked in a low voice.
How should I do it?
I don't know, my dear friend.
Colway sighed, threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and stomped it out.
He clapped his hands and stood up. He looked at his comrades who had been through life and death next to him, squeezed a reluctant smile from his face, and patted him on the shoulder hard.
People always have times when they need to make their own choices, let go of it... Follow your heart, no matter how you choose, I won't blame you.
To be honest, I don’t really believe everyone here, but I believe in you.
You must be the most loyal.
The warrior nodded, watching Colway's back disappear from the corner not far away.
It's a pity.
This good brother is destined to be disappointed.
He was not the most loyal person at all. Anything he had a little bit of Willant blood in his blood vessels was enough to make him go to hell after his death.
As expected, he is probably the only spy here.
After all, in such a short time, the alliance had no time to deploy other intelligence personnel in the Legion and build an intelligence network.
Eighty percent of the ones caught before were wronged...
Difficult to deal with.
Shaking his head, the warrior stood up with a headache.
According to the itinerary provided by General Velic, the day after tomorrow is the best opportunity. No matter what, he must make a decision as soon as possible. Only in this way can he get the support from Velic.
For example, help him prepare weapons in advance, or create a commotion at a specific time or something...
There are many powerful awakeners among Griffin's guards, including two-stage or even three-stage strong men, and even similar perception players.
In addition, the failure of the assassination some time ago has made Griffin alert, and he is even more cautious by nature. It can be imagined that this task is not easy.
...If the assassination fails, or the assassination succeeds but the identity is exposed, the Pangolin mission will be over.
Should I tell you apart from the NPC I know?
Thinking of the female reporter named Panni, the nurse who told dirty jokes when he bandaged his wounds, and the chef who thought he was too good to eat, the warrior scratched the back of his head.
never mind.
No matter what, I am also an undercover agent.
Since the mission has been completed, it’s better to see you again.
At this moment, two people walked up not far away.
The warriors recognized them, and they were General Verrich's subordinates.
One of the confidants walked up to him and whispered in a flashing look.
...General Velic asked you to go there.
Is it a specific detail of the negotiation action?
Decided to play his character who was ruthless and talkative until the end, the warrior nodded lightly with a calm look.
Um.
Perhaps he was stunned by his domineering aura.
The Battlefield Atmosphere Group clearly felt that the two guys looked at him in an instant, as if they were looking up at a real master.
Is it an illusion?
While he was thinking in his heart, he had already followed the three of them to the door of the tent of Verich.
The two of them stood consciously by the door, one left and one right.
After looking at the two with respectful expressions, the warrior didn't think much and walked towards the account alone with big strides.
There was a table in the tent.
It was filled with hearty food and wine, including his favorite roasted pork trotters, stewed beef, roasted fish and roast chicken... and the chicken soup he was thinking about.
A month ago, no one was interested in this big fish and meat meal, but now the fortress is short of supplies, so it is still difficult to make such a table.
The warrior couldn't help swallowing.
Good guy.
Is this going to give myself a farewell?
It seems that when I sent myself that schedule, the guy already made a pity in his mind that he would do something on one day.
Verrich, dressed in military uniform, sat directly opposite the dining table.
The expression on his face is hard to see through, unable to tell whether it is thanks, respect or fear, or both.
Since it was a farewell ceremony for myself, the warrior was not polite and sat openly opposite the dining table.
Just as he was about to make his decision straight to the point, Captain Velic Wan took the lead in lifting the cup full of red wine and said solemnly.
On behalf of the hundreds of officers at Fort Horn and over 50,000 soldiers here…thank you for everything you have done for us all!
After hearing this inexplicable thanks, the warriors were immediately unable to be punished.
I haven't started yet.
Is it too early to thank now?
He asked with a frown, frowning.
What did I do?
This sentence has no profound meaning.
But combined with his calm and composed expression, this ordinary question was filled with a hint of knowingly asking.
Verrich immediately understood what he meant, and smiled knowingly, giving the pangolin comrade sitting opposite a look that I understood.
clear!You did nothing!This is a day worth celebrating, let’s not mention that unlucky madman!
Warrior: …?
Without waiting for the taciturn master to speak, Verric drank the red wine in his cup and greeted warmly with a smile.
Eat quickly!This table is for you!
Don't worry, don't worry that being too arrogant will arouse others' suspicion. General Alec, who serves as the commander, is our person... Griffin is dead. Even if his direct descendants are here, those guys can only be human.
it's over!Thanks to you, this stupid war is finally over!When I return to Triumph City, I will take you some good food!
Griffin is dead?
Hearing this news, the warrior was confused.
Combined with Velic's sudden and enthusiastic attitude, he immediately reacted. This guy probably regarded the assassin as himself.
No wonder...
Griffin sat in the bunker calmly. If someone had assassinated him, it would have been impossible for him to hit him and died on the wall, right?
But this is too strange.
He silently grabbed a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth. Under the smiling eyes of thousands of men, the warriors feasted without hesitation.
In any case, he wouldn't be unable to get along with the food, just as he was hungry.
If the captain wanted to misunderstand, he would let him go. Anyway, if he didn't express his opinion, the guy wouldn't be able to talk everywhere, and he wouldn't be able to boredomly investigate the cause of Griffin's death.
As for silence?
That would be even more impossible.
Not to mention that there is no evidence to prove that it was done by yourself, so what if there is evidence?
Griffin's direct line has been suppressed, and the new governor is from Triumph City. The eastern expansion is over. All those who support the ceasefire will regard him as their own.
The warrior suddenly felt a little melancholy.
Unexpectedly, Griffin died like this.
But then again, this battle has been completed by 90%. Is it still possible to complete the undercover mission?
He hasn't archived it for half a year...
As the war with the Great Rift would affect the vassals of the Luoxia Province, General Kras asked the Legion's engineers to carry out construction on the standard of nuclear weapons that could withstand million tons of equivalents.
In theory, it is absolutely safe here.
At this moment, in the temporary combat command room of the bunker, Griffin was sitting alone at the command table, facing a silent radio station.
He had bandages wrapped around his left arm, and there were also traces of bandage on the collar of his military uniform.
Although he was lucky enough to survive the conspired assassination a few days ago, he was not as unscathed as the outside world knew.
Four shrapnels were embedded in his body, one of which was less than 7mm from his heart, which was the closest time he had to the God of Death.
In order not to affect the morale of the army, he immediately ordered the transfer to the bunker and blocked the news of his injury.
Although he was scared by assassination in the eyes of the outside world, how could he be scared by a few assassins after so many years of military service?
The other party took the initiative and he felt a little excited.
Before, he felt that there were undercover agents in his army, but he had been struggling to find who the real undercover agent was.If you can solve this problem with an injury, you will undoubtedly make a lot of money.
At this time, the footsteps outside the door were getting closer and closer, and a gentle knock on the door soon came.
Please come in.
The door is open.
The one who appeared at the door was his personal guard.
Griffin spoke at the loyal soldier.
Found?
Yes, sir.
The guard nodded, but there was no joy on his face, and there was a hint of heaviness between his eyebrows.
Griffin frowned slightly and continued to ask.
Who is it?
The commander of the 70000-person team, the 3000-person team and the centurion of the 6000-person team, participated in the assassination that day... They bribed the meeting service on that day.
Griffin was silent for a long time this time.
The commander of the 70,000-man team, the 3000-man team, was an officer he personally promoted. He could not believe that the loyal young man would betray His Majesty the Marshal and become a spy in the enterprise or alliance.
What worried him the most was the betrayal of those people...
But this assassination actually involved two teams of 10,000 people.
This is equivalent to 40% of his troops!
After a while, Griffin spoke slowly.
Is the message accurate?
The guard nodded.
Accurate...We have already obtained reliable evidence, but we have not yet alerted the enemy.
very good.
Griffin nodded.
However, just as he was about to make a decision, he suddenly felt as if he had thought of something, and halfway through his words, he lost the following.
The guard asked cautiously.
Do I need to arrest three people?
Griffin was silent for a moment and said softly.
Wait first, don't alert the enemy for the time being.
yes.
The guard nodded slightly and left the door respectfully.
The door is closed.
Griffin sighed softly, leaning his shoulders relaxed on the chair behind him.
His eyes fell inadvertently on the incandescent lamp above his head, and suddenly he felt that his destiny was very similar to this lamp.
It is dazzling, hot, and full of energy... However, it is destined to be able to hang in an inconspicuous corner, and can only illuminate a room after spending a lifetime.
As for his ambitions and ideals, it is like a small boat in the torrent of the times. No matter how hard he tried, he could not change the mountains, rivers and rivers under the boat.
Unlike a well-known military officer like McClan, he was not born in a famous family, but was born in an ordinary citizen family in the suburbs of Triumph City.
Like most Willant children, he participated in his first minor training in his life at the age of six. When he first came into contact with the ranks, he showed excellent leadership talent, so he was recommended by the instructor to enter the Triumph City Military Academy for training.
Talent, diligence and a little luck...
Since joining the army, his career has been smooth sailing. At the age of 29, he took the position of a tenth husband to a tenth husband.
Later, he met General Kras, the noble man in his life, and received an olive branch from Dongbang's delegation to go to the distant East to open up the future of the Legion.
He still remembers what General Cras said to him ten years ago
‘The great mother of the Marshal, I doubted it, but unfortunately, the City of Triumph has become corrupt. Those who rely on the wine bags sheltered by their ancestors are immersed in the vast territory and luxurious life without striving for progress. They completely forgot the hatred of a century and a half ago, forgot the ambition to conquer the world, and forgot unity.If they are allowed to decay, this empire maintained by war will fall apart one day.’
To prevent that day from coming, we must have an opponent that is enough to make us serious, and we must let our territory continue to extend to the end of the world and forever.’
Griffin still remembers how passionate he was at that time, and he wished he could immediately set foot on the front line and fire the first shot to expand his territory.
It's just a pity that he soon discovered that things were not as simple as he thought.
The knowledgeable people of the Eastern Expansion Sect died one after another during the expedition. Their sacrifice did not gain the sympathy of Triumph City to strengthen the power of the Eastern Expansion Sect. Instead, the power of the Eastern Expansion Sect was weakened due to the decline of talents.
Even after seeing the strength of the Great Rift Valley, even the commander of the Eastern Legion changed his original support for them, and his attitude became blurred.
If he was young, he would be angry and humiliated by his fellow comrades’ betrayal.
But now, he will no longer be angry, but will only calmly think about how to solve the problem.
It is a wrong route to use your own sacrifice to win the support of other factions.
General Kras has paid the price of his life for this, which not only did not receive alms from the bystanders, but instead made their political power more marginal.
In the final analysis, other factions did not get any benefits from the expedition, but instead saw only endless misfortunes.
Only by bringing people from other factions to advance and retreat together can those mediocre talents with different thoughts unite.
For this reason, he changed General Kras' strategy and no longer directly seeks an invasion of the Great Rift Valley, but takes the initiative to negotiate with the Great Rift Valley.
After that, he used Luoxia Province and the mutant tribes in the Great Desert as his opponents, carefully planned one victory after another, allowing those young talents who were eager to make achievements to see the hope of making achievements and traveled thousands of miles to support their careers.
If everything goes well.
The ancient grain-producing areas will be under the control of the Legion.
Even if the progress is not going well, other factions involved in interests have to increase the bargaining chips on him.
For example, that nuclear bomb and the previous Sabre fighter were brought from the faction to which he belonged through officers from other factions, especially officers from famous families.
As for the legacy left by General Kras, he had long been exhausted during the expedition.
And if the progress is extremely unsuccessful...
He can also unite the factions with hatred by the sacrifices of everyone, including himself.
At this time, the signal light on the radio suddenly flashed.
Seeing the flashing of the signal light, General Griffin looked solemn and immediately reached out to pick up the phone that was resting on the radio.
Before he could speak, a familiar voice came from the other end of the receiver.
I am Joseph.
Hearing this name, Griffin breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that this person was under the command of the Eastern Legion, and he was allowed to take over the command. This showed that the Marshal did not give up on them.
However, before he could relax, the second sentence that came from the receiver immediately made his face lose blood in an instant.
The Marshal has seen your plan. It is not only me who came to Luoxia Province, but also Cohen from Triumph City.
Griffin's face was slightly pale.
After a long time, he swallowed and asked.
...What did he say.
The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and did not answer the question, but asked the other way around.
Are you loyal?
Griffin replied in a vaguely trembling voice.
I doubt the loyalty of the Marshal.
Good, Joseph paused for a moment and continued, you have two choices, to die as a hero, or to die as a traitor… You understand what I mean, how to choose in you.
Griffin's Adam's apple moved.
...Am I doing something wrong?
Joseph said calmly.
We will not benefit from war with enterprises, and His Majesty the Marshal believes so.I can understand your mood, but now is not the time to do that.
This sentence you have completely drawn the boundary between them.
Griffin was silent for a long time.
I see.
You have twenty minutes.
Without waiting for his answer, Joseph hung up the phone directly.
Griffin closed his eyes.
Five minutes later, he reached out and pressed the bell on the command table.
Soon, a young officer walked into the temporary command room.
His name is Karloff, he is the captain of the personal guard under Griffin, and his most trusted subordinate is more trustworthy than that adjutant.
Karloff said cleanly and neatly, standing attentively in front of Griffin.
Sir, are you looking for me?
Griffin said slowly.
I'm going to die in a quarter of an hour.
Karov stood there in a daze.
After coming to his senses, he looked at General Griffin in surprise and said in disbelief.
What are you talking about?
Don't panic, this is the order of His Majesty the Marshal.
Griffin continued calmly.
To put it short, I need you to do the last two things for me. The first is to declare to the public that my death was a stroke, and the second thing... You have to watch my body, no one can get close to me, no autopsy, and no one must know the cause of my death until my body is handed over to Joseph, and he will take me back to Triumph City.
He paused, and he continued.
Also, my suicide note is in my suitcase, please pass it on to my family for me.
Karov's face changed with surprise, anger and incredible expressions. He could not believe that the great Marshal would give such an order.
The great legion will never sacrifice any Willant to compromise, and it is even more impossible to sacrifice a general with outstanding meritorious deeds.
Absolutely impossible!
This must be a villain behind the scenes...
He clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with anger, and he stepped forward and said.
Sir, why don't we
Griffin interrupted him.
Don't think so. After I die, I will be awarded the honor of a hero and receive state funeral in Triumph City as a general... I don't want my half-life efforts and honor to be wasted because of a small mistake.
Promise me, Karov, just let me go alone, don't hate any of our compatriots, don't resist.
Griffin's voice was filled with a hint of pleading.
Karov looked at him silently for a long time, and finally nodded slowly.
I promise you.
Looking at the young man in front of him nodded, a gratified smile finally appeared on Griffin's face and changed into a gentle tone.
My deputy will take over command, the Fort Horn will surrender to the Union, and the ceasefire negotiations will have results in the near future... The war is over.
You will be able to go home in a while.
Go, wait for me at the door for a while, and I want to spend the last few minutes alone.
Holding the sadness and tears in his heart, Karov gritted his teeth and turned his head, and walked out of the door with his back to his respected general.
Looking at Griffin, who had put everything down, felt relaxed instead.
actually……
Their efforts are not meaningless.
At least, a five-star tenement commander was sent to Triumph City as the governor.
With direct support from Triumph City, they will get a stronger vassal for up to ten years.At that time, it would be fine to move eastward.
And their sacrifice will also become the driving force for the Willant people to continue moving forward.
There will always be someone who sympathizes with them.
There will always be someone who will continue what they have not completed.
The world will eventually surrender to our feet.
Griffin poured himself a glass of red wine, then reached out and pulled open the drawer and took out a silver box the size of a cigarette box from it.
It contains a neurotoxin capsule.
It will keep him dead without pain and keep his body intact.
No one can kill me.
Griffin grinned, threw the capsule into his mouth, and drank it in one sip of red wine.
...except myself.
He put down the cup, leaned on the chair in a comfortable position, and closed his eyes.
I can sleep for a longer time this time...
……
Less than ten minutes after Griffin's death, news spread quickly among the senior officers of Fort Horn, causing a storm.
His deputy General Alec took over the command of the Fortress of the Horn and the garrison at the first time.
Griffin's professional guard captain Karloff cooperated with the interim commander's work handover, but refused to hand over the general's body and claimed that they would stay in the bunker until General Joseph lifted their orders.
Of course, Alec had no need to anger Griffin's subordinates. He and the officers who knew they had their own defeat wanted to go home.
Without caring about Griffin's affairs, the first thing he did after taking command was to resume communication with the Decisioner, report to the newly appointed governor the real situation in the fortress, and communicate how to leave from the horn fortress with dignity.
If we don't want this war to continue endlessly, the Alliance soldiers surrounding the fortress shouldn't have done too much.
The Alliance commander had shouted to them before that as long as they put down their weapons, they could retreat from the Alliance designated safe passage to the nearby river bank where they could obtain food and fresh water.
Veric paced back and forth in the tent.
He also just learned that Griffin was dead, but because the defense zone No. 5 where he was located was a little distance from the command center, he was unable to tell whether the news was true or false.
At this time, footsteps came from the door.
Looking at his confidant who appeared at the door, Veric asked immediately.
...Is Griffin dead?
The confidant nodded with a serious expression.
Yes.
A hint of ecstasy appeared on Velic's face, but he quickly held back and looked at the confidant and continued to ask.
How did he die?
The confidant hesitated for a moment and shook his head.
Griffin's personal guard captain Karloff claimed to have a stroke, but there were many doubts... They refused the military doctor to examine Griffin's autopsy and claimed to hand it over to the hands of the new commander-in-chief General Joseph. I suspect that the cause of his death may be otherwise strange.
He paused, and he continued.
...At present, the command of all troops in the entire Luoxia Province has been temporarily handed over to General Alec, Griffin's adjutant. He heard that he was communicating with the Governor about the decent evacuation.
Wenlichi asked with a serious expression.
Then what do you think Griffin's real cause of death may be?
The confidant said cautiously.
I don't know, but Griff had been investigating the insider who assassinated him that day... Karloff probably suspected that we were on our heads, so he refused to hand over Griffin's body and asked to send it to General Joseph's hands.
us?How can it be...
Veric sneered, just about to say how is it possible? After all, no matter how stupid his colleagues are, they will not start immediately after just one failure.
But he soon thought that when the assassination failed a few days ago, he had actually entrusted a strong entourage under his command to kill Griffin.
Could it be...
Is that pangolin really done?
Velic's heart was shocked. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible. After all, the reason for stroke sounded too bad, and it was nonsense when he heard it.
He has experienced how cunning Griffin was. This guy couldn't fool all of them without two tricks.
Under the heavy protection of the personal guards and bunkers, God could kill Griffin without knowing it... and escape without knowing it.
What is this pangolin?!
Veric pondered for a long time and spoke.
I'll find pangolins for me.
The confidant standing in the tent obviously thought of going with him and nodded seriously.
yes.
He knew very well that his adults had become tempted by love for talents.
If that pangolin really had such ability, it would undoubtedly be a worthy object to win over.
This person not only has the courage to fight a thousand people on the battlefield and take the head of the mother of the dead claws alone, but also has the ability to take the head of the general under heavy escort...
The warrior, who even General McClan praised it, was indeed a bit in awe of talent after being a thousand men.
The confidant who received the order was about to turn around and leave.
Velic suddenly stopped him.
Wait a minute... Does he have any hobbies?money?woman?Power…or something else?
The confidant stopped and lowered his head and thought for a moment.
He never looked close to women in the army, nor did he like gold, silver and treasures, nor did he show much pursuit of power, and he did not seem to have any other hobbies except being able to eat...
No preference...
A little difficult to deal with.
But it is actually normal. Most of the wasteland tourists live a primitive life and have no idea about the word prosperity, so Dinar naturally has no appeal to them.
At that time, he will give him a manor and take him to Triumph City to see the world. I believe he will be interested in those common things.
By the way, I heard that he was quite close to the female reporter.
Foreigners want to marry Miss Willant, but it is not possible to have no mine at home, let alone the daughter of a civil servant.In the legion, even if the status of a civil servant cannot be compared with that of a military officer, he is still an official at least.
Having an idea in his mind, Verric looked at him and spoke.
In this way...you go to the kitchen and ask the chef to prepare a table of good wine and dishes to deliver to here, and then invite the pangolin to come!
The confidant nodded and responded.
yes!
……
At the same time, somewhere in the horn fort.
The Battlefield Atmosphere Group did not know that the target he was about to assassinated was dead, nor did they know that he had been put on the storm before he could do anything.
When he found that his choice would affect the future plot and even the direction of the game, his mood was not as pleasant as people imagined by the forum.
Looking at the wrinkled note in his hand, the warrior squatting in the pit complained cursingly.
Damn...if it would be great if I could save a file.
The note was sent by Verrich before, which read Griffin's recent itinerary, but there is basically no difference between having and not having this thing, because since the last assassination, Griffin has been hiding in the bunker and hardly comes out of it.
The only chance that is reliable is the day after tomorrow.
The morning after tomorrow, Griffin would go to his defense zone to inspect, maybe he could take the opportunity to do something.
However, it is foreseeable that by then, there will inevitably be a large group of powerful awakened people waiting next to that guy. Even if they successfully find the opportunity to shoot, they will probably be disappointed.
He doesn't care whether Griffin dies or not.
But it would be very uncomfortable to choose only one of the two plots.
If possible, he hopes to watch both the plot of killing and not killing, and then recycle BE by the way, and then choose the one with the highest profit... He does this for most RPG games.
However……
That's a stand-alone game.
"Wasteland, the player's impact on the world line is permanent, and it is obviously impossible to do so.
The contents on the note were excerpted into the notebook of another world, and the warrior threw it into the pit and washed it away.
He lifted his pants out of the toilet and walked towards the barracks not far away, intending to ask Colway for his opinion before making a decision.
After all, it is a life-long friendship.
Colway would never harm him.
Of course, the most important thing was Teng Teng's nonsense reminding him.
When he came with General Verridge that day, Brother Coleway's hesitant words and tone did make him care a little.
But he didn't have the chance to ask at that time, and later he forgot about it.
……
At the barracks door.
The warrior looked at the guards on duty and said.
I'll look for Chief Colway.
Recognizing the pangolin's face, the guard saluted.
Chief Colway was not here, he walked over there.
As he said that, he pointed to the west.
Thanks.
The warrior nodded and walked in the direction pointed by the guard. Sure enough, he saw Colway next to a tent piled with miscellaneous items.
I saw him sitting on the concrete steps smoking a cigarette, staring at the rows of concrete fortifications and the gradually falling sunset on the distant position. Even the cigarette butts had burned to the edge of his fingers without even realizing it.
Hearing the footsteps beside him, he came to his senses and looked over.
You are here?
The warrior nodded and walked to him and sat down.
General Veric sent me a letter.
Coleway said a little annoyed after dusting the ashes from the cigarette butts.
He urged you to do it?
The Warrior nodded.
Well…he provided General Griffin’s itinerary, the day after tomorrow was the only chance.
After listening to his words in silence, Colway spoke.
What about the day after tomorrow's inspection... You shouldn't have told me this kind of thing. If I were Griffin's man, you would be dead now.
The warrior rolled his eyes in his heart.
Less bragging.
You are McClan's direct descendant, otherwise how could Vierich find you!
Dullness and taciturnity are just his character, and he is not really stupid.
but……
There is no need to say those words.
I believe you, the warrior shook his head and looked at him seriously and said, "You will always be my superior."
Hearing this sentence, a gratified smile appeared on Colway's expressionless face.
I didn't expect that I had a confidant too...
However, the gratified smile soon brought a hint of loneliness.
Looking at the sunset in the distance, he sighed.
I'm very happy to hear you, it would be great if everyone was like you.
Like me?The warrior was stunned for a moment, not understanding why he said that.
That's right, loyal, brave, open-minded... without a trace of falsehood.
Colway lit a cigarette butt and said casually.
However, the speaker was unintentional, and the listener was intent. The old warrior sitting next to him turned red involuntarily and he moved away his gaze awkwardly.
It's OK like me...
All the Willant people are like me, and the legion is about to end soon.
A coughing sounded, and the warrior disconnected the topic from himself
Then...what are you?
I?A trace of confusion floated in Colway's pupils, and after a long time, I...unsure.
The warrior glanced at him unexpectedly.
I didn't expect that this guy who always talks about loyalty has such a time of hesitation.
Colway paused and continued.
How to say it... What I understand is loyalty, one-hearted and one-body loyalty, bottom-up unity, but what I see is not.
When he said this, his heart was extremely complicated.
When he was just a centurion before, he never thought so much... It was not until after McClass' death that he was promoted to the captain of thousands by Griffin and assigned to the 10,000-man team of Verrich, that he gradually came into contact with the inside story that he could not have contacted.
In fact, the legion was not a hemp rope twisted into a row of threads as he imagined, but a blanket of wool threads that bent left and right.
Just like now.
General Griffin hopes everyone will die with him.
In order to realize his long-cherished wish to conquer the Great Rift, to unite all cowardly cowards and attacking factions, and to expand the territory of the Legion east of the Great Desert, he did not mind to die... This is his loyalty to the Legion and to the Marshal.
However, Velic and other subordinates did not want to be doomed with the madman. They hoped that Griffin would die and end this stupid war... They believed that this was his loyalty to His Majesty the Marshal.
Everyone is doing things he cannot understand in the name of loyalty, and everyone has their own understanding of loyalty.
So what exactly is loyalty?
He couldn't help but start to wonder whether he, who had never considered these things, could be called loyalty and where to stand on...
Looking at Colway who was in confusion, the warrior didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only follow his taciturn personality and asked in a low voice.
How should I do it?
I don't know, my dear friend.
Colway sighed, threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and stomped it out.
He clapped his hands and stood up. He looked at his comrades who had been through life and death next to him, squeezed a reluctant smile from his face, and patted him on the shoulder hard.
People always have times when they need to make their own choices, let go of it... Follow your heart, no matter how you choose, I won't blame you.
To be honest, I don’t really believe everyone here, but I believe in you.
You must be the most loyal.
The warrior nodded, watching Colway's back disappear from the corner not far away.
It's a pity.
This good brother is destined to be disappointed.
He was not the most loyal person at all. Anything he had a little bit of Willant blood in his blood vessels was enough to make him go to hell after his death.
As expected, he is probably the only spy here.
After all, in such a short time, the alliance had no time to deploy other intelligence personnel in the Legion and build an intelligence network.
Eighty percent of the ones caught before were wronged...
Difficult to deal with.
Shaking his head, the warrior stood up with a headache.
According to the itinerary provided by General Velic, the day after tomorrow is the best opportunity. No matter what, he must make a decision as soon as possible. Only in this way can he get the support from Velic.
For example, help him prepare weapons in advance, or create a commotion at a specific time or something...
There are many powerful awakeners among Griffin's guards, including two-stage or even three-stage strong men, and even similar perception players.
In addition, the failure of the assassination some time ago has made Griffin alert, and he is even more cautious by nature. It can be imagined that this task is not easy.
...If the assassination fails, or the assassination succeeds but the identity is exposed, the Pangolin mission will be over.
Should I tell you apart from the NPC I know?
Thinking of the female reporter named Panni, the nurse who told dirty jokes when he bandaged his wounds, and the chef who thought he was too good to eat, the warrior scratched the back of his head.
never mind.
No matter what, I am also an undercover agent.
Since the mission has been completed, it’s better to see you again.
At this moment, two people walked up not far away.
The warriors recognized them, and they were General Verrich's subordinates.
One of the confidants walked up to him and whispered in a flashing look.
...General Velic asked you to go there.
Is it a specific detail of the negotiation action?
Decided to play his character who was ruthless and talkative until the end, the warrior nodded lightly with a calm look.
Um.
Perhaps he was stunned by his domineering aura.
The Battlefield Atmosphere Group clearly felt that the two guys looked at him in an instant, as if they were looking up at a real master.
Is it an illusion?
While he was thinking in his heart, he had already followed the three of them to the door of the tent of Verich.
The two of them stood consciously by the door, one left and one right.
After looking at the two with respectful expressions, the warrior didn't think much and walked towards the account alone with big strides.
There was a table in the tent.
It was filled with hearty food and wine, including his favorite roasted pork trotters, stewed beef, roasted fish and roast chicken... and the chicken soup he was thinking about.
A month ago, no one was interested in this big fish and meat meal, but now the fortress is short of supplies, so it is still difficult to make such a table.
The warrior couldn't help swallowing.
Good guy.
Is this going to give myself a farewell?
It seems that when I sent myself that schedule, the guy already made a pity in his mind that he would do something on one day.
Verrich, dressed in military uniform, sat directly opposite the dining table.
The expression on his face is hard to see through, unable to tell whether it is thanks, respect or fear, or both.
Since it was a farewell ceremony for myself, the warrior was not polite and sat openly opposite the dining table.
Just as he was about to make his decision straight to the point, Captain Velic Wan took the lead in lifting the cup full of red wine and said solemnly.
On behalf of the hundreds of officers at Fort Horn and over 50,000 soldiers here…thank you for everything you have done for us all!
After hearing this inexplicable thanks, the warriors were immediately unable to be punished.
I haven't started yet.
Is it too early to thank now?
He asked with a frown, frowning.
What did I do?
This sentence has no profound meaning.
But combined with his calm and composed expression, this ordinary question was filled with a hint of knowingly asking.
Verrich immediately understood what he meant, and smiled knowingly, giving the pangolin comrade sitting opposite a look that I understood.
clear!You did nothing!This is a day worth celebrating, let’s not mention that unlucky madman!
Warrior: …?
Without waiting for the taciturn master to speak, Verric drank the red wine in his cup and greeted warmly with a smile.
Eat quickly!This table is for you!
Don't worry, don't worry that being too arrogant will arouse others' suspicion. General Alec, who serves as the commander, is our person... Griffin is dead. Even if his direct descendants are here, those guys can only be human.
it's over!Thanks to you, this stupid war is finally over!When I return to Triumph City, I will take you some good food!
Griffin is dead?
Hearing this news, the warrior was confused.
Combined with Velic's sudden and enthusiastic attitude, he immediately reacted. This guy probably regarded the assassin as himself.
No wonder...
Griffin sat in the bunker calmly. If someone had assassinated him, it would have been impossible for him to hit him and died on the wall, right?
But this is too strange.
He silently grabbed a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth. Under the smiling eyes of thousands of men, the warriors feasted without hesitation.
In any case, he wouldn't be unable to get along with the food, just as he was hungry.
If the captain wanted to misunderstand, he would let him go. Anyway, if he didn't express his opinion, the guy wouldn't be able to talk everywhere, and he wouldn't be able to boredomly investigate the cause of Griffin's death.
As for silence?
That would be even more impossible.
Not to mention that there is no evidence to prove that it was done by yourself, so what if there is evidence?
Griffin's direct line has been suppressed, and the new governor is from Triumph City. The eastern expansion is over. All those who support the ceasefire will regard him as their own.
The warrior suddenly felt a little melancholy.
Unexpectedly, Griffin died like this.
But then again, this battle has been completed by 90%. Is it still possible to complete the undercover mission?
He hasn't archived it for half a year...
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