On a small hill near the southern terminus of the North-South Highway in the Wasteland, there is a simple wooden building with a very primitive style. Judging from the appearance of the wooden building, it should have been used as an outpost in the early days.

However, because there are no defenses around, once a wave of mutant monsters breaks out, this place will not be able to withstand the attack of any mutant monsters, so it was quickly abandoned and now it has become a temporary place for those who did not have time to enter the ringed city before nightfall.

A place to stay.

Because it was daytime, this wooden building was empty. Only the top of the building could see the North-South Avenue. In a room, there were several people standing next to the window, watching a carriage driving slowly on the North-South Avenue in front, with faces on their faces.

There was a solemn expression on everyone's face.

"Do they already know our plan?" One of the people dressed as an old scholar asked to himself.

"Maybe we are aware of it, but we probably don't know what we want to do specifically." Another middle-aged man who was dressed similar to the shaman of the wasteland tribe responded, then frowned and said: "Do you think they really don't?

Take something from that ruin?"

The old scholar replied: "I don't know about this, but even if there is something, Sylvia's character will not hand it over, not to mention that there is a tower wizard who has reached the level of demigod next to her to support her.

With."

"He is not a tower wizard." At this time, a man wearing a cloak and a hood corrected him. Although this man did not take off his hood, if Leo and Sylvia were here, they would definitely

You can tell from his voice that he is Carson Sanges, the firekeeper of the Holy Mountain in the South.

"Do you think there is any difference between him and the Tower Wizard?" Another woman who hid herself in a cloak seemed to like confronting Carson Sanges and immediately retorted.

Carson Sangers was silent for a moment, repeated what he said before, and said: "He is not a tower wizard."

"The world doesn't think so." The woman stimulated the other person again.

When Carson Sanges wanted to say something else, he was interrupted by the middle-aged man on the side. The middle-aged man said seriously: "Whether he is a tower wizard or not, he and Sylvia are both."

It is a powerful variable. With the addition of these two variables, the success rate of our plan will be so high. Now we are missing the two variables of Ryan Dodd and Sylvia Belmont to promote the plan.

, I’m afraid things won’t ultimately go in the direction we imagined.”

Everyone present fell silent immediately. They had been preparing this plan for a long time and were waiting for a suitable variable that had nothing to do with them to be added. Now that the variable has arrived, the plan has begun to move forward as predicted. Everything is ready.

The work has been stimulated, and they are just waiting for the variables to fall into place in the plan, and they can wait for the final desired result.

But the result is just like the uncertainty of the variable. This variable does not play according to the rules at all. Just half a foot into the plan, it just flips the table and walks away without giving anyone any chance to react.

Like now, even if they have caught up with Sylvia and Leo's carriage, they can only watch each other leave quietly, unable to do anything.

"We stopped them and led them to..." At this time, a tribal warrior dressed as a traditional tribal hunter who had not spoken before and with scars all over his face gave a proposal in the common language of the Holy Mountain with a strong accent.

Before he said anything, the strange looks from the people around him already made him feel that something was wrong, and he asked with some confusion: "Is there something wrong with what I said?"

The old scholar said in a deep voice: "You have stayed on the other side of the river for too long, and you are out of touch with the world. You have forgotten how powerful a demigod is. If we deliberately lead him into the plan, he may no longer be a variable. He

He will control the overall situation with his power. I don’t think anyone in the wasteland can resist his attack. When the time comes, plus Sylvia, I suspect that the benefits of our plans over the years will eventually become theirs.”

"Is he really a demigod? Are you mistaken?" The tribe warrior still didn't want to believe it and questioned.

"As far as I know, he injured the Skeleton Butterfly, and based on the time calculation, what happened in the swamp may also be related to him. Although it has long been expected that the mixed-blood tribe will not be able to use the power of the swamp castle forever, but

The end time was too short, so short that it almost affected our plan," Carson Sanges answered the tribal warriors, and looked at the old scholar, middle-aged shaman and hidden woman with slight dissatisfaction.

Said: "I have long said that you should not deliberately add variables to any plan. Leo Dodd and Sylvia have already had so many things happen before they were officially involved in the plan. If they were really included in the plan, they might not be able to survive.

What kind of accident will happen? In my opinion, it would be a good thing for them to leave."

The middle-aged shaman looked at Carson Sanges with some displeasure and said: "But the problem now is that without a variable to guide it, there is a high chance that the Silver Moon Tribe will lose this conflict and war and be defeated by Tinder.

If the tribe annexes, then our previous plan will really fail. Our plan is not to create an absolutely powerful tribe that does not follow traditions."

"How about we select a few of our own people to become variables?" the woman suggested.

"No." Others rejected the proposal almost in unison.

The old man explained: "We must not be involved with anything in the plan, let alone directly promote the plan. You must know that the eyes on the North and South Holy Mountains are not just names, they represent the entire wilderness tribe.

According to the order, as long as they find some clues, they can find us." As he said, he repeated and emphasized very seriously: "So we must not have any connection with the plan."

The woman asked: "Since we can't intervene directly and can only rely on variables to promote the plan, and now the suitable variables have left again, what should we do now? We can't let things get completely out of control, right?"

Everyone fell silent again. It was obvious that they had anticipated various situations in advance and even considered various decisions Sylvia's character would make. However, they did not expect that Sylvia, as a variable, would choose to overturn the table directly.

Leaving, this kind of decision is completely inconsistent with Sylvia's character. It can only be said that the sudden addition of Leo, a variable, also affected Sylvia's variables.

At this time, the tribe hunter from before suggested again: "How about we have a big wave of mutated monsters?"

Upon hearing this proposal, everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on the tribal hunter. However, what they saw in their eyes was not a denial of the tribal hunter, but instead seemed to urge the other party to express his subsequent thoughts.

However, the tribal hunter obviously didn't have any follow-up thoughts, so he said awkwardly: "I just talked casually, I didn't think much about it at all."

"Although I just said it casually, it is the best way to deal with it now." The old man sighed and said: "I didn't expect that the backup plan I left behind would be used now."

The middle-aged shaman couldn't wait to say: "Since this is the case, prepare as soon as possible, just in time to take advantage of the fact that the Silver Moon Tribe's mercenary army was destroyed by the mutant monster wave has not subsided, and launch a wave of abnormal mutant monsters in the wasteland.

No one will suspect you."

After making the decision, they discussed it for a while, left the small building, and soon dispersed in the woods downstairs.

Carson Sanges, who was the last to leave the small building, suddenly stopped and looked in the direction of the North-South Avenue. He seemed to feel something, but soon he shook his head again, thinking that he might have been delusional.

Then he put on the clothes of a tribal hunter, disguised himself, and walked towards the southern holy mountain. He wanted to return to the holy mountain before being discovered.

In fact, Carson Sanges did not perceive anything wrong. He did not know that his every move in the small building and the conversations of the people around him were all heard by Leo and Sylvia.

In fact, Carson Sanges and the others also took some protective measures when they were gathering. Whether it was supernatural power, wizard arrays, or various shielding objects, they were isolated from the surroundings, preventing any power from prying eyes.

opportunities, so they would talk about things without any scruples.

But their vision and abilities obviously limited their protection methods, and also created loopholes for others, such as Leo and Sylvia.

In fact, Leo and Sylvia did not expect such a big windfall. Leo only secretly left a miniature on Carson Sanges when he communicated with him that day.

Snooper.

This kind of micro snoop is assembled from the usable parts collected by Sylvia from the wreckage of some space civilization spacecraft. The functions of the snoop are very simple. There are only two types, one is positioning, and the other is eavesdropping.

, the size is like a grain of dust, attached to the other party's hair, and the target can be located and eavesdropped through the specific frequency on the universal recorder.

Originally, Leo only wanted to know the location of Carson Sanges' residence and see if there was a chance to sneak into Carson Sanges' residence and peek at the books left by the wilderness wizard.

But what he didn't expect was that Carson Sanges turned out to be a member of another secret force, and when talking to his men in his residence, he mentioned the Silver Moon Tribe's purchase of weapons from Sylvia.

thing.

Although it sounded like a casual mention, Sylvia felt that there might be something fishy in it, so she turned over the table regardless of any impact, and then directly left the circle of right and wrong of the Southern Tribal Alliance and jumped out of the trap.

go out.

Just now, although Carson Sanges and others had made some arrangements, their arrangements could not block the signal of the snooper, so all their conversations were interrupted word by word by Leo and Hill who were sitting in the carriage.

Via heard it, and this also made Sylvia understand that the decision she made was the right one.

"That woman's voice sounds familiar." Leo looked at the position of Carson Sanges on the universal recorder moving towards the Holy Mountain, turned off the recorder, and then said thoughtfully.

"Of course I'm familiar, she should be Saran Meyer." Sylvia said very firmly.

Leo wondered: "King-chosen Saran? Isn't she in the Kingdom of Maris? Why did she end up in the wilderness?"

"It's very simple. She couldn't stay there any longer and had no choice but to run to the wilderness." Sylvia sneered with some disdain and added: "Although the power of the Ice Queen is concentrated in Davilia

, but her influence is not limited to Davilia in recent years. She can almost influence the political situation of the entire Minsk continent. Even the Church of the King of the Hill and the Church of the Lord of Creation and Death of All Things will not be able to have the same influence if the gods do not appear.

Compared with her, in this situation, the power and influence that Saran can control is very small. She has always been a person who plans for a rainy day. Of course, she will find a suitable escape route, but now there are no escape routes that can provide her with full play.

There are many, and this virgin land of the wasteland is the most suitable one."

Speaking of this, Sylvia's expression became a lot more serious. Although she was not afraid of the king-selector Saran, she did not want to conflict with him because she knew very well that she was not like the king-selector Saran.

Someone who knows how many trump cards he has hidden will be passive in the conflict, and his reputation in the witch group is better than hers. If the two conflict, even if they win in the end, it will probably be a miserable victory.

"Don't worry, we are no longer in their plan." Leo could see what Sylvia was thinking, so he expressed relief, and then changed the subject and asked: "What about the identities of the other people? Can you

Do you recognize it from the voice?"

Sylvia recalled it for a moment and said: "The people from those two tribes couldn't tell, but the old man's voice sounded very much like the voice of Locke Talos, the general deacon of the Strange Society."

Leo asked in confusion: "General Deacon? When did the Issay Society have this position?"

"It was established more than ten years ago." Sylvia showed a look of disdain and said: "Thanks to these retrograde changes, many people quit the Strange News Society and joined our group. This is actually a good thing for us.

Not a bad thing.”

Leo asked again: "How come I haven't heard of the name Lock Talos? He shouldn't be a particularly famous academic authority, right?"

"Of course not, that guy is just an opportunist who is proficient in speculation! When he was pushed to the position of general deacon, it was just because there was no suitable candidate, and the prestigious person who sat in that position was not interested in that position.

, just wanted to immerse himself in research, and finally let such a guy who is not even a scholar become the leader of the organization with the most authoritative scholars in the world. It is really a joke."

After hearing this, Leo thought for a moment and said, "I'm a little curious about what they are planning. What about you?"

Sylvia was silent for a moment, shook her head, and said: "We don't have to interfere in their affairs, let's go at our own pace! No matter what their plan is, as long as we don't have any internal problems, they will
Chapter completed!