The unit responsible for transporting this batch of supplies was the First Regiment of the Sand Lizard Legion, one of Olma's ten elite legions, personally led by Legion Commander Woodley.
"Everyone, hurry up! Keep accelerating, keep accelerating!" Woodley roared, urging his men onward at full speed.
There were only a little over a hundred players responsible for transporting the supplies. Each carried the maximum of twelve large storage bags, every one filled with trebuchet components. Altogether, those components could assemble 500 trebuchets, worth 10 million Credit Points.
Woodley was alert. He was deeply worried that someone might ambush them, so he had sent numerous scouts five kilometers ahead in different directions. The moment they spotted an enemy, they were to immediately notify the supply team to retreat.
If escape proved impossible, Woodley had prepared another plan. As a legion with attack methods similar to Water Spirit Mages, the Sand Lizard Legion would protect the players carrying the supplies. The Sand Lizard players would immediately carry the storage bags into the sand and escape underground.
Regiment Commander Jibril ran beside Woodley and said with a smile, "Boss, isn't this a little too tense? We're in our own territory."
Woodley's expression was grave. "Brother, this is no longer our territory. This is a real battlefield. There must be spies planted by Claudio within our guild, and enemy scouts must be watching the area around the stronghold we departed from. In other words, this operation is fully exposed to the enemy. Our only advantage is how quickly we set out. Even if Claudio learns about it, as long as we move fast enough, we can deliver the supplies to Black Sand Stronghold before he sends anyone to intercept us."
Indeed, Claudio already knew that Woodley was transporting supplies. He was mobilizing troops for