"Station Master."
Zhou Mo sat cross-legged in the wilderness, wiped the Rain from his face, and said hesitantly, "Finding somewhere safe to develop steadily would certainly be better."
"It's just..."
"Although we went through a major crisis last night, we also gained a lot. The resources we seized won't just let us rebuild the Camp, they'll let us make it much stronger again."
"If we keep funding our battles with the spoils of war..."
"Once we've killed the three leaders sent after us one by one, we might even be able to face the Wraith King head-on."
"If we go somewhere else, we'll never get such rich rewards again."
The Camp had suffered devastating losses last night.
Now, they didn't even have a house to shelter them from the Rain.
"Mm."
Chen Fan nodded lightly and looked at the others. Zhou Mo had a point. Fortune favored those who took risks. Finding somewhere to hide from the Wraith King would indeed be safer, but they would lose their chance at such tremendous rewards.
"Zhou Mo, your idea assumes the Wraith King's next three leaders will come one at a time. What if they come together?"
Wang Kui shook his head, rejecting Zhou Mo's idea. "Would the Camp still be able to hold them off?"
"I spent last night thinking about a problem."
"Under the Station Master's leadership, our Camp has developed incredibly quickly. But there's one glaring weakness: we have no way to retreat. Whenever we face an enemy, we have to win."
"If we don't win, we die."
"One loss, and we lose everything."
"No one can win forever."
"We need to give the Camp enough room for error to ensure that even if we lose once, it won't cripple us."
"We can afford to earn a little less