Turning around, Master Bradwoden saw Chu Ming who was slowly packing up his things, and he frowned. In his heart, the only fly in the ointment today is this little mechanic. It's the only blemish in a good day.

"Hey, come here!" Master Brad Woden let out a loud shout.

"Me?" Chu Ming raised his head and pointed to his nose.

"That's right! Come here, help me get all my things, take them away neatly, and remember, don't lose a single one! "Master Bradwarden's commanding voice is very majestic, and his official position is much higher than Chu Ming's.

"That's right! And mine. "Master Mangers thinks it's a good idea, and it's good to have a miscellaneous one.

"Mine too, remember, pay attention to the order of the toolbox, and don't get a single tool wrong!" Of course, Master Rigwar thinks the same way, and now this is a return with honor, and it is much more magnificent to have a follower.

"Okay, I'll help you."

A voice replied, but—this was not Chu Ming's voice.

Draenor's majestic voice echoed through the air, and his tone was not friendly, even more so.

Draenor who walked up to the three masters didn't speak, but kicked one of the toolboxes, and the one collided with the other, and all three flew up. Flew straight out of the ecosphere, and after flying out, it cracked with a bang, and countless tools shot in all directions like flowers, which could not be scattered anymore.

In the stunned eyes of the three masters, Draenor had already strode past them, he walked next to Chu Ming and gave a rare smile:

"Let's go."

"You go first, I have a lot of things, don't waste these foods."

"It's okay, I'll let someone help you."

"Well, my old bones are untouched, hehe, you are smiling so ugly."

Draenor dragged Chu Ming away, and a Sky Guard soldier ran over. Start packing up the ingredients and condiments. The warrior's movements were very fast, and when he finished cleaning up, he saw that there were only three unknown masters left on the meteorite, he hesitated, but still did not greet the three masters, and left by himself. The three masters, who had no vehicles, were left alone on the meteorite, and they were not able to leave until another ship flew out of the aircraft carrier.

When the three masters left in frustration, no one noticed, and the men of the 507 Guards were cheering for victory. Captain Draenor didn't say anything when he returned. The news of the victory had come from the 21st Fleet of the Huntington Alliance, and Captain Walkin of the Storm Guards had personally confirmed this fact, so the silence of Captain Delaenor was modest. It's a bit too undeserved. They avoided war and won again. These are two happy occasions that deserve a few drinks. This kind of thing, even if Co-Chairman Murphylin comes, it can't be stopped, and it is worth being locked up for a few days.

The 507 Guards fought all the way, and today is a festive and relaxing day. It's not too much to stretch for too long to relax for a while, so. The gendarmes turned a blind eye and turned a blind eye, and even Co-Chairman Murphylin did not know how to come and disgust. The entire 507 Guards were drinking happily, with the exception of Chu Ming.

Chu Ming's Sky Guard, which left quickly, didn't have much communication with Draenor when he left, Draenor didn't want to say it, and Chu Ming didn't know either.

Chu Ming returned to his station, he was the one who gained the most today, and he was happy for a while. He then rejected Aizalo's invitation and locked himself in the mechanic room. Chu Ming had something to do. Because he hadn't thought about something before this, today, he was going to use the "Eye Technique" to deliberate on this matter, and he felt that the pattern of the inner edge galaxy was undergoing a major change, and in this period of raging insect tides, this change could bring unpredictable results. Chu Ming wanted to get a head start for himself and his comrades-in-arms......

For the people of the Frost Blue Galaxy, the winter of 2147 in the Second Age of Frost Blue is particularly long, although many planets are not winter at the moment, and many planets do not even have winter. But for the people of the Inner Rim Galaxy, this winter is as hard as a poor man's winter. Abundant butterflies are the howling winds of this winter, and the turbulent political landscape is the cold hearth of winter. There is not a single heart-warming news in the newspapers, except for those invisible results.

At the end of Channel 314, it is close to the territory of the Bokaneg Alliance, the weakest alliance in the inner galaxy, and the territory is only slightly larger than the Holy Blue Alliance in the central system, which was separated from the Borgeti League a long, long time ago. The Bokaneg Nation is also known as the New Kane League, as the main family of the League called themselves the New Kane family after the separation. Therefore, it is still customary for ordinary people to call them the New Kane League.

"Bocaneg, our staunchest ally of Borgetti."

In the main control room of the Titan-class flagship, General Pross, who was sitting in a chair, said a word. After saying this, he felt that the word Bokaneg was extremely awkward. So, he put down the official newspaper in his hand and picked up another entertainment weekly.

"The New Kane League has been active lately, from the second arm of Aganu to the third arm of Manglas. If it's not the second arm of Aganu, what are they doing on the third arm of Mangras, I remember that there were only a few worthless dark stars in that position. Has the taste of the butterfly insect changed? ”

General Pross asked a question, and his chief of staff, Cenarius, who was beside him, quickly replied, "It is said to be a defensive exercise, which they do every year." It's just that this year they're still doing it, and I'm curious too. I don't think it's a morale boost. ”

"Really?" General Pross put down the weekly, and he laughed: "Even our most conservative Cenarius is suspicious, and there must be something wrong." Is our Cenarius no longer conservative? Oh - shouldn't I have a new chief of staff. ”

"Hehe-" Cenarius also smiled, and said with a little embarrassment: "Actually, this is the most conservative, there are no outsiders here, I'll be honest." There has never been a 'staunchest ally', so I can only conservatively see them as potential adversaries. ”

"Hehe, Cenarius, you're still conservative. Your last sentence would be - I can only conservatively see them as potential enemies. Isn't it? Not an opponent, but an enemy? ”

General Pross spoke with a gentle expression. Cenarius followed him for many years, and basically did not achieve anything, but. Only General Pross understood. Cenarius, who had no achievements, avoided many catastrophes for the 507th Guard, because he was too conservative.

Listening to General Pross's words, Cenarius calmed down, and he said with certainty, "Yes, General. I consulted with Miss Filler, and we both speculated that it was a very good possibility. There's a good chance that what is depicted in that picture is real. ”

"Really? It's rare for our two staff officers to be in agreement, what else can I say? ”

General Pross also restrained his smile. He stood up, walked over to the console plate, and with a light touch, an image appeared on the screen.

"The first time I saw it. I thought it was a kid's graffiti. ”

General Pross said, slowly enlarging and analyzing the picture. With the assistance of the central intellectual brain. The galaxy map of the Frost Blue Galaxy slowly nested on top of it.

"Not the most powerful Sinclair Clan." General Pross swiped his fingers across the screen, and there were many jumble lines, and if it weren't for the help of the central brain, no one would know what these lines were talking about, and even the territory of the Sinclair Clan League had been drawn incorrectly.

"It's not the Huntington who just left." General Pross did not express his displeasure with these lines, and his fingers continued to move. Moved through the territory of Handington.

"Of course, it's not the Holy Blue Alliance, they've always been detached. And it's here—"

General Pross's fingers stopped, this part of the clumsy graffiti was unusually chaotic, and there was the only recognizable line here - give me a reason to be content with the status quo?

It's a question and a subtle hint. General Pross didn't understand it when he first saw it, but his two staff officers quickly came up with an answer.

"General, this can be confirmed." Miss Fillel spoke, picking up a stack of materials and flipping through the pages as quickly as she could. While saying: "For nearly a hundred years, the New Kane League has been mediocre. Their science and technology are backward, their economy is backward, and their replacement system is also backward. But they just seem to like it. I like to be backward and settle for the status quo. In fact, the intelligence department of the Clan Alliance has never relaxed its surveillance of them, but they are really too content with the status quo, and I have consulted a lot of information, and almost all of them are the same. That's why people ignore them. ”

"Yes, General." Chief of Staff Cenarius added, "If it weren't for this mysterious reminder, I wouldn't have noticed this, and I would have thought that the Handington Clan was our potential enemy." However, based on my recent analysis, I have come to the conclusion that the resources of the New Kane League are used in a very balanced manner. Whether it's self-produced or imported, it's a striking balance. ”

"Isn't that normal?" General Pross asked rhetorically.

"It's because it's so normal that everyone ignores it." Cenarius shook his head: "If they really don't want to make progress, then these are normal. But what if they weren't? ”

"That's extremely abnormal!" Miss Fillier said the rest, and that was her opinion and that of the Chief of Staff of Cenarius. She walked over to the map, pointed to the corner of the graffiti work, and said, "We've all noticed, this mysterious man has enclosed this place, and it's barely the territory of the New Kane Alliance, but it's a wild place. So, what did he want to say? Let me make an assumption, if the New Kane League is not content with the status quo, then what capital do they have to wage war? Unless, they have new resources. I think there is only one possibility, they opened up a new shipping lane, and that shipping lane has abundant resources. That's the wilderness on the map. ”

Miss Fillel's speculation was very bold, knowing that it was extremely difficult and long to open a new channel in the inner edge of the galaxy, and it was even more difficult to keep it a secret. Therefore, Miss Fillier did not dare to make the final conclusion, and this decision was left to General Pross.

"To bet or not?"

General Pross had an extra coin in his hand, and he played with it, not speaking. After a long time, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth