By the time Raven rushed out of the tent and returned to the main camp, he found the place festooned with lanterns and decorations. Livestock were being slaughtered, and everyone was celebrating extravagantly.
Even Flower Duck, the know-it-all, had no idea what had happened.
He grabbed someone and asked.
Only then did he learn that the first batch of lucky ones to obtain ancient divine power, led by a prophet envoy named Forget-Me-Not, had launched a surprise attack that morning on a temporary outpost of Western Camp scouting cavalry. They had killed six elite Western Camp scouts on the spot and captured four more. Now that they had returned to the main camp with the prisoners, they were being wildly celebrated. People draped them in red ribbons and paraded them through the camp, showing off their first victory.
Storm Fortress was currently in a defensive posture, with everyone huddled inside the fortress.
Even the regular armies, including the Eastern Divine Lord Godslayer's most powerful Blood-Drop Battle Regiment and the Southern Divine Lord Tianchou's Mad Demon Butcher Group, had not won so much as a shred of victory during the standoff between the two armies.
Yet it was the rebel forces and mercenaries—whom people despised, worried about, and guarded against the most—that had made such a brilliant start and drawn first blood...
How could everyone not be beside themselves with joy?
The moment the first batch of lucky ones returned, they were welcomed by all the rebel forces.
Whether rebel mercenaries from the Northeastern Divine Kingdom, bandits and thieves from every corner of the world, or star pirates who had only recently turned from enemies into allies, all were delighted and greatly heartened.
As for the formerly low-profile and unknown "prophet," they practically worshipped him. People felt that this Imperial Preceptor