It was evening.
The Wolf Fang Squad tactfully left without asking to share a campsite.
This was common in the ruleless eastern wilderness. After all, every squad had its own secrets and considerations, and too much interaction often meant more risks.
No one knew whether a friendly companion from a moment ago would suddenly turn hostile after nightfall and draw a blade over a little bit of resources.
They could not even be sure of the other party's allegiance. If they had already sided with the foreign races and become a Human Traitor, camping near them would be like walking into a tiger's den. They could die without even knowing how.
The campfire was lit, and the members of the Town Fire Squad sat around it, silently eating dry rations.
The atmosphere was tense. From time to time, someone whispered a few words, all concerning the journey ahead.
"Captain, something doesn't seem right. Should we go back?"
Torres frowned, breaking the brief silence. His voice carried a hint of irritation and unease.
"What exactly are these foreign races trying to do? They're driving all of us together. They can't be doing it just for fun, right?"
Zhao Lei said nothing, his expression solemn as he seemed to consider whether they should abandon the mission.
Although the Town Fire Squad had only encountered one attack, no one knew what the foreign races were plotting. If they fell into a trap, leaving afterward would probably not be so simple.
"Merrick, what do you think?"
"I don't know. What if the Wolf Fang Squad is merely being driven here by the foreign races?"
Nonsense.
Zhao Lei looked speechlessly at He Qin. "What about you?"
"Let's go back. As long as the green hills remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. This time