Mecha Star Wars

When Lin Fan came back, the things on the ground had been sorted out, and they could barely make way.

Everyone was in a bad mood.

Irene was taken away, and her whereabouts were unknown, just like Ivana. The only difference was that one was in front of them, and it was confirmed that it was done by the Protoss, and the other was silent...

What should they do now? Where should they go?

This time was not like before, there were still traces to find. This world was too unfamiliar to them. Even though they had been here for so long and had heard a lot of news, it was still difficult to find someone.

When Merlinniel drove through the convoy, everyone stopped what they were doing and bowed to see him off.

"I'm afraid they won't have a good time when they go back." After walking for a while, Lu Xinyuan sighed.

"It's predictable." Lin Fan also sighed, "Hafiz looks easy to talk to, but he is clearly not a good person. He spent so much time designing a detour, and the gift was intercepted... Alas!"

In fact, there was not much loss in the transported materials. Although all the treasure chests were knocked over, the only money lost was the handful of money that those people grabbed before leaving. In addition, they robbed half of the horses and Irene, a living person.

Others, whether it was a broken cart, a damaged box, or an injured escort, were trivial matters. With Hafiz's financial resources, it was no effort to make up for the small loss.

It was not a big deal, but it slapped Hafiz in the face.

Moreover, the originally ample time became cramped. In order to catch up with the celebration, Hafiz had to take the shortcut that he least wanted to take. How could he vent his anger?

Lin Fan could only wish everyone good luck.

"The team leader said that he suspected that this was deliberately caused by other city officials. I think it is possible after thinking about it." Lu Xinyuan saw that the atmosphere was depressed and quickly changed the subject. "Did you notice that the robbers grabbed a handful of property before leaving, but they didn't take much..."

"Isn't it because we are almost there and they are afraid of meeting us head-on?" Antonio asked.

"It's not impossible." Lu Xinyuan nodded, "Maybe I have a preconceived notion that they are very deliberate and deliberately create a stereotype of bandits robbing money. But if it is really a robbery, how could it be possible that everyone only grabbed a handful before leaving. There are always greedy people who want to get more, right?"

"If you say so, I think it's strange that they have been fighting for so long, and there is a God Clan, but there is no casualty." Antonio muttered, "I'm talking about the kind of bloody, broken bones, and severe injuries that can't move. Bandits fighting is not a fight, do they stop at a certain point?"

"You all make sense." Lin Fan nodded , "Looking back, their postures when they got on the horses were too neat, as if they were used to riding horses. All the robbers could ride horses? In this world, cattle and horses are rare commodities. It is impossible for ordinary people to be skilled in riding horses, and there are so many of them... So, what the leader thought might be the truth, and they were soldiers from other cities in disguise."

"No, no!" Antonio jumped out to refute, "Is Os City rich enough? The gifts escorted to the Emperor of Heaven are important enough, right? Only the leader in the caravan has a horse, and the other horses are used to pull goods."

They followed for several days, and those who escorted the car either sat in the car to drive the car or walked on foot. Except for the leader who rode a horse to run around, the others were not even qualified to ride a horse.

"You mean..." Lu Xinyuan understood, "With the wealth of Os City, it can't provide enough horses for soldiers in such an important escort occasion, so other cities that are not as rich as it are even less likely to popularize horses. Am I right?"

Antonio gave him a thumbs up.

"The key is the God Clan," Lin Fan leaned against the carriage, staring at the soft bag on the roof, "Why would the God Clan get involved with civilian forces? What is he trying to do? To stir up trouble? What's the benefit? No, if the God Clan is really the survivor, it is useless to rely on civilian forces if they want to turn things around."

The barrier between the God Clan and the civilians is like a natural moat. Even if the civilians are upside down, it will not have much impact on the God Clan.

And from the perspective of strength, even if all the city officials are gathered to declare war on the God Clan, it is still a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

So if the survivors really want to make trouble, they still have to start with the God Clan.

"Can't your thinking be more divergent?" Antonio was anxious, "Horses are not popular among the people, but it is not a problem for the God Clan, right? The God Clan will not mix with ordinary people, but what if they are all God Clan?"

"Ah?" Lin Fan and Lu Yuhao were startled, and then they both reacted.

"That makes sense. They all know how to ride horses and don't care about money because the gods don't lack these things."

"Yes!" Lu Xinyuan clapped his fists. "Those robbers all covered their faces, were unkempt, and looked down and out. Although their faces were not clear, their bodies were indeed strong among ordinary people."

If you erase the appearance features and don't use supernatural powers, the gods and ordinary people are not that easy to distinguish.

"So, it was a group of gods who pretended to be bandits and pretended to intercept Hafiz's tribute. One of them deliberately exposed his identity as a god and kidnapped Irene?" Lin Fan felt confused. "Is it the Ghost Blade Clan? It's not surprising that the warriors guarding Huangtan can ride horses. But what is their purpose? Did they kidnap Irene to save her? Did they do it by chance or did they come specifically for her?"

"Purpose..." Lu Xinyuan tapped his knees unconsciously, "If it's what we thought at the beginning, the survivors have a close relationship with the city commander of a certain city... If this news is reported to the God Clan through Hafiz, it will inevitably cause a wave of purges..."

"Killing with a borrowed knife?" Antonio frowned, "That's not right. At that time, the people will be purged indiscriminately. Who knows which city commander can escape and which can't? Maybe they will all be killed. This move will definitely cause chaos among the people, but what good will it do to the Ghost Blade Clan? Their enemy is the Emperor of Heaven."

"If the people are purged, the God Clan will send troops, right? Mingguang and Ghost Blade have been exterminated, and there are only people from the Flame Wing Clan." Lin Fan speculated, "Are they trying to save Zhao by attacking Wei, so that the imperial capital will be empty, and they will take the opportunity to kill back?"

"Well... it's still not right." Lu Xinyuan frowned, "The ability of the God Clan is a natural barrier to ordinary people, and they don't need the same amount of troops to purge. Think about us, if we really want to purge Os City, will it be difficult?"

Lin Fan was silent.

"So, even if there is a civil turmoil, the imperial capital's military strength will not be so few that the city defenses are empty." Antonio touched his chin, "And since they are survivors, there must not be many of them. Going head-on with the city defenses is like hitting a rock with an egg."

"Don't forget, the Emperor of Heaven is also a fierce general. The Mingguang King, who was as powerful as him, died at his hands, and the Ghost Blade King died in Huangtan. Even if the young masters of Mingguang and Ghost Blade are still there, if they want to really grow up, it depends on whether time and conditions allow it, right?"

"Isn't the Emperor of Heaven the strongest person in the world?" Lin Fan lowered his head slightly, "If I were the surviving young master, I wanted to kill him... I really can't fight hard, I still have to use my wits. So, isn't it convenient for them to intercept Irene?"

Irene will be dedicated to singing at the celebration of the Emperor of Heaven. It was not through Hafiz, but someone else...

"But how did they know Irene...ah!" Antonio suddenly shouted, "It was Ivina! It must be Ivina! But Ivina is the only one in Kahn Village who knows Irene's talent!"

"Fenan also knows." Lin Fan poured cold water on him, "Hafiz also knows. And the bandits... It should be said that there are quite a few people who know."

Antonio suddenly wilted, but still did not give up: "Ivina is also a possibility. Maybe he listened to Ivina's request and saved Irene."

"But what's the point?" Lin Fan asked him back, "If he thinks Irene is useful, just follow the news like us, why did he take Ivina away? What's so special about Ivina?"

Everyone thought again and again, except for the deformed jaw and a tragic life experience, the girl is not even as special as Irene.

Lin Fan shook his head slowly: "I still think that the people who took Ivina and Irene away are not from the same group. They are not good people, no, not good gods!"

After three days of hard work, I finally submitted the preliminary draft at 2 pm. Now I am waiting for the other party's feedback. Anyway, the burden has been thrown away by me.

I feel sleepy after a sigh of relief.

I didn't go to bed until 1 pm last night. At around 3 pm, the dog kept scratching. It was bitten by insects and had many lumps. Its legs hit the ground and made a noise. It disturbed me, but I was afraid that it would disturb the neighbors downstairs. So I got up to scratch it.

It seems that the anthelmintic I bought this time was fake. For two consecutive months, I was bitten by insects, with dozens of lumps...

After scratching, I lay down, and it scratched again, and I got up again...I tossed back and forth for about half an hour before I lay down. I woke up again at 5 o'clock and sat in front of the computer to start drawing.

In the past few days, I wrote first and then drew pictures. Today, I finished it. I thought I could finish it in the morning, but I worked until 2 pm.

I didn't take a nap at noon. I was so tired. Suddenly I didn't want to move.

I still have to write in the evening... Well, maybe I can take a day off?

Thanks to myself a few days ago, I have some drafts saved, but if I don't write today, I will owe it again...

Forget it, too much is as bad as too little, and I have been very nervous these two days. I can't write anything if I'm not in a good state, so let it go.

Oh, I have crossed another small mountain, and I feel great (*^▽^*)