While Murphy and the survivors were rescuing people from the ruins of the outer city of Cadman, Major Fraser was on his last duty in another place, another place that directly caused the disaster in Cadman City, in the Pioneer Corps fortress in the East Purus area.

He was still dressed in a crisp military uniform, and even the military badge on his collar was meticulously organized, and he was on duty in the confidential intelligence room of the fortress, and at his feet was a delicate suitcase that had been packed.

There are still four hours left before the end of tonight's shift, and then I will be able to go home with the first batch of soldiers who have been transferred back to China.

As Marshal Loren's confidant during the Ten Years' War, Major Fraser was not treated badly, and yesterday the general had spoken to him, and when he returned home to rest for three months, he would be given the rank of lieutenant.

With such a speed of promotion and the help of his family, I am afraid that he will have the opportunity to become a brigadier general before the age of fifty.

It's like riding a rocket.

It's a pity that there aren't so many opportunities for such a quick promotion after that, because the war is over.

"I wonder if the young lady arranged in the family will like these stories in the military?"

The major was flipping through the papers, and his thoughts were a little hairy,

No matter how calm he is, he is still a young man, not to mention that the letter from the family has made it clear that he has a very important mission in the three months since he went back.

That's a blind date in a hurry!

It is best to get married within a month and settle the issue of the heir within three months, so that even if something happens to him on the battlefield in the future, as a member of the ancient nobles of Sealand, Major Fraser's family will not be in the main lineage.

In this regard, the major was very helpless.

He was an enterprising man, and he was "trained" by Marshal Loren during the ten-year war, and deeply felt that it was a waste of his life to spend his time doing other things before becoming a brigadier general.

"Your Excellency Major, there is an urgent military business!"

The herald's call interrupted Fraser's thoughts, and the major straightened up as he heard the words "urgent military affairs", stood up like a spring, picked up his military hat and followed the herald to the psionic communication room next door.

At this moment, a blurry reconnaissance image was being projected on the surface of the instrument in front of him, which was powered by a psionic orb but had a very complex base.

A military psychic master in a black military uniform was sweating profusely fine-tuning his perspective, as if he was frantically adding filters to retouch pixels in the late stage of desperation, so as to make the hopeless picture in front of him clearer.

But the young psyker's various efforts had apparently failed.

"What's going on? Where is this? ”

Major Fraser, who was in charge of intelligence, asked in a deep voice, and the psionic master immediately replied:

"It's Translasia, Cadman City, Your Excellency Major. The psionic tide there had weakened to the point where it could be observed an hour earlier, and on the orders of the general, we conducted an expeditionary reconnaissance there.

But you see..."

He gestured to the blurry image of the detection spell in front of him.

But it was like a bunch of pixels piling up, making the Major, who wasn't very gifted in psionic energy, frown.

Obviously, he couldn't understand what the psionist wanted him to see.

But the major has not been doing intelligence work for a day or two, even if he doesn't see the specific picture, he can realize the meaning of the psyker, his face changed, and he asked:

"Cadman City is in trouble? Astral Tear failed to achieve the desired effect? ”

"No, Astral Rip has definitely succeeded!

The city is hopeless, and it will be a pile of rubble suspended in the astral plane in a week at most, but the problem is that we have found a strange group of people on the edge of Cadman City. ”

The military psionics simply stopped trying to repair the mosaic that everyone shook their heads after watching it, and pointed to a few black spots on the screen with his professional knowledge, and reported:

"Here, here, and here! Although we are unable to get an accurate picture due to the severe interference of the astral psionic energy, based on my expertise, I can assure you that there are at least 400 people here. ”

"400 people?"

Major Fraser's eyes narrowed, he thought for a moment, and said:

"Is it possible that civilians survived the tearing of the astral plane? There are 150,000 blood servants in Cadman City, and even if the entire city were destroyed, it would be possible for a few hundred people to survive, right? ”

"It's possible, but they're not on the right track!"

The young black-robed psionic master stubbornly shook his head and said:

"If they're civilians, they're supposed to have a sporadic projection of random escapes in psionic detection, but as you can see, these people are coming together!

They also appear to have set up a camp on the edge of the safe zone outside of the astral psionic sphere.

Your Excellency Major, with all due respect, there must be someone organizing them.

Or even worse, the remnants of the Blood Vulture Clan!

Perhaps, the Blood Vulture Clan has not been completely destroyed!

The vampires managed to escape by some means, and the more terrifying guess is that it was most likely the Blood Vulture Clan's self-rescue operation! ”

Hearing this, Major Frazier's expression became serious.

He stared at the mosaic in front of him, which he couldn't see clearly, and said with a little headache:

"I'll report to General Loren immediately, you prepare, the general may need to listen to your report... Your name is Heru, right? I remember you're from Antani and you're a promising Scout Psyker, so in 20 minutes, do your best to fix this thing to the point where a normal person can see it!

This promising psionist, I don't think you want to be scolded as unprofessional by General Loren, do you?

This could leave a bad review of your internship resume in the Legion, you know what I mean? ”

The psionist's expression changed, he glanced at the psionic display next to him, and his face darkened.

He can understand the importance of this, but the question is, how do you tune in with the mosaic-like thing that has directly affected his career?

---

Nearly an hour later, another important figure from the Pioneer Corps system, led by the gendarmes, entered General Loren's office.

The old knight Finoch, who had returned from Transencia to rest in the Frontier Fortress, was dressed in a sackcloth coat, and exuded a faint smell of alcohol, but he still carried the large oak blade wrapped in sword cloth on his back.

The dutiful gendarmes should have collected his weapons, but General Loren, with a tired face on his face, waved his hand and signaled that the gendarmes did not have to make any effort.

These are as tough as stinky stones, and the old Cult saints, who are stubborn and have limited weakness than the dwarves, will not give up their weapons, and besides, the old Finok is not carrying an ordinary weapon.

It was their sacred blade, a testament to their faith.

"Finok, I know I promised to make arrangements for the remaining veterans of the White Oak Warbands after the war, and I'm still willing to fulfill that promise, but I'm afraid you must leave now."

General Loren sat in his chair with his hands propped up at his desk, and beside him stood Major Fraser and the black-clad psionist who had broken down in retouching.

The stern half-dwarf general said to the old knight, who did not say a word:

"The situation in Cadman City has been repeated, and information suspected of being a remnant of the Vulture has been discovered, and in order to avoid long nights, I need you and your most elite hunters to get there within three days and complete the reconnaissance."

"Three days is fine, but I need to know what you want to do?"

Old Finoch looked up at General Loren, and he asked:

"Specifically, who is the target?"

"Who else could it be? Grand Duke of the Blood Vulture Salokdal Collinsman Lesenbra! ”

The half-dwarven general lit his pipe with some irritation, having declared the end of the war by the Vulture's demise, but now Cadman City seemed to be tenaciously out of his control, much to the displeasure of General Loren.

After a puff of spicy, rich smoke erupted from his nostrils, he muttered:

"If the Archduke of the Blood Vulture dies, bring his body back! If he doesn't die, give him a ride! The White Oak Warband's request for a pardon is already on its way to the Fog Capital, and it could take two to three months for you and your withered veterans to get a response following the normal council process.

And there is a high probability that it will be a resolution with mud.

But if you can bring back the insignia of the Archduke of the Vulture for King Louis...

With this merit, I am sure that you, a group who have done so much for the country during the war, will definitely receive an amnesty document from the Plantagenet Palace. ”

"Good!"

Without much hesitation, the old knight agreed, nodded to the general, and turned to leave, but General Loren stopped him.

"Wait, Finnock, this Major Fraser will be with you."

"No need, General Loren."

The old knight said bluntly:

"I'll only take a team of thirty elite hunters into action, and most of the veterans will stay in the barracks as hostages, so you don't have to worry about us defecting. Secondly, this major is just an ordinary person.

He couldn't accept the toil of crossing the Under Armour Hills to reach Cadman City in three days. ”

"It's not that I don't trust you! Finok, we've known each other for over forty years, hell! I thought we were friends. ”

General Loren slammed the table, as if his old friend's words had broken his heart, and then he waved his hand, and Major Fraser and the psyker left the office.

After they had gone, Marshal Loren jumped out of his chair and walked up to old Finoch, and explained to him in a low voice:

"You're good hunters, but you're not good at summarizing and debriefing, and Major Fraser, who specializes in intelligence, will help you make a beautiful mission report that will go straight to King Louis's desk.

Believe me, with where you are now, this is important to you.

Secondly, Fraser is from the Capetian family, they are the staunchest of the royal party, they and their allies have seventeen seats in the Great House, and there are currently factories in all the provinces of the kingdom that produce a steady stream of supplies for the Pioneer Legion.

If things go to the worst, then the friendship and protection of the Capetian family will be enough to save you poor people who have been implicated from being driven out...

Got it?

I'll tell you the truth, Major Fraser went to gild.

The young talent I fancy needs a beautiful military feat, and you, you will be of no use to the country after the war is over, and I will no longer be able to shelter you.

You need a new backer to live safely as free men in the Kingdom.

The reputation of the remnants of the old religion is not very good.

Even if you don't care, think about your hunters. ”

The old knight, who was no longer so indifferent when there was no one else, sighed and whispered to General Loren:

"But we're loyal... You know, Loren! You've watched the absurdity of 10 years ago, and you know we've been loyal from beginning to end.

I'll forget it, but these kids don't deserve it! ”

"I know, I believe you, but others don't."

The half-dwarven general shook his head and said:

"The rebellion of the Old Church was sealed ten years ago, Finok, you must accept this fact, listen to me, and do this job well! His Wise Majesty will see it, and he will give you loyalists a chance.

I am convinced of this.

Be sure to protect Fraser!

The young man was gifted, and he was unlike the disgustingly stubborn Sealand aristocrats. ”

Outside the office door, Major Fraser looked at the black-clothed psyker beside him who was covering his face and crying, he took out a handkerchief and handed it to the other party, and comforted helplessly:

"Don't cry, Your Excellency Heru, although the general is stern, he also praised your sharpness..."

"But the general said that I was very unprofessional, and that my reconnaissance spells were worse than his 1,100-year-old grandfather's eyesight, and that I would definitely not be able to graduate, woo woo."

The young psychic man cried sadly, and he said in despair:

"I'm the hope of the whole village, it's a shame now, Major, you are a good person, but you don't need to comfort me, my life is hopeless, I am going to go to my fellow villagers now to have a hard drink."

Alas, I hope my little aunt won't laugh at me. ”

---

"Captain! The Warlord has just summoned all the veteran captains! There seems to be an urgent mission! ”

In the barracks outside the Frontier Fortress, Natalie, the leader of the witch hunters who had just completed her recovery training, was eating a cold supper, and the scout Ambo, who lived in the same barracks with her, mysteriously limped up to her.

Amber, who had been injured in one eye during the previous torture, wore a black blindfold, leaned down with a serious expression, and whispered to her captain:

"I've heard some of my companions privately spread the news that the battle leader may have to select the elite to complete another mission."

"Huh? Where to? ”

Natalie put down the spoon in her hand and brushed her hair, revealing the scars on her cheeks and eyes. But to be honest, the scars didn't ruin the overall feel of her face, but rather made her look a little stronger.

The gray-haired Demon Hunter in the player's mouth asked in a dumb voice, and Amber hesitated for a moment, and whispered:

"I have a fellow villager who is a reconnaissance psionist with the Pioneer Legion, and he was in a bad mood because he was scolded by General Loren as unprofessional, and I heard some details when he was drunk and babbling nonsense.

The mission should be to return to Transnsia!

Specifically in Cadman City, General Loren seems to want to confirm the fall of the Blood Vulture Clan, but we...

The warband commander did not summon us. ”

"We have to participate!"

Natalie immediately clenched her fists, and what happened in the village of Morland and the smuggler's woodland lit a fire in her heart, and she said in a deep voice:

"Those grievances with vampires, we must solve them ourselves! I'll go to the War Leader, you go to Norman and Potter, we'll be part of this operation!

That Murphy...

In order for Old Joe's Heavenly Spirit to enter the Sanctuary of Avalon, I must catch the culprit! ”