"Dear human compatriots, before we knew it, we had spent thirteen hundred days and nights in the wasteland. Recently, the other races have suffered defeat after defeat. I wonder how you're doing. I imagine you must have received some unfair treatment. Still, as the old year gives way to the new, we have specially prepared a token of our goodwill. We carefully selected twelve famous flavors from our hometown and hope you enjoy eating them over there and forget your past troubles."
The letter was signed: "New Star" Human Legion of the Wasteland, Su Deben.
Mr. Song gripped the letter and stood stunned for a long while. Then he raised his head, his gaze falling on the brightly lit fortress in the distance.
More than two months had passed.
The other race's camp was still just as familiar, without the slightest change, giving him an inexplicable sense of reassurance.
Yet standing here, he found everything strangely unfamiliar. He suddenly felt as though the world had changed beyond recognition.
It had only been one winter. What had they missed?
Seeing Mr. Song standing there in a daze, Ze'en stood beside him and rose onto his tiptoes to read the contents of the letter.
"Shit, this is the gift they sent us? How did they know we'd come here?"
Unlike Mr. Song, Ze'en reacted rather strongly to the letter.
It wasn't strange for the human commanders to guess that the other races had fallen from power after suffering defeat after defeat. But to guess that they still had a chance to rise again and prepare this gift in advance...
Ze'en took a step back, his eyes involuntarily turning toward the centaur warriors around them.
There were human spies within the other races as well. Curse Tiger had told them that personally.
However,