Chapitre 403: Chapter 248: Avoiding the Blizzard. _2

From being merely a member of an exploration troop, he vaulted into a position as a commander within one of the Tenth Faction of the Wolf Pack.

The once insufferably arrogant Rat King and the all-consuming Rat Tide had long since dissipated into nothingness,

becoming a chapter of unrecorded history buried beneath the ice and snow of the Arctic Tundra.

Therefore, he couldn't help but feel nostalgic about the shifts in friends and settings.

Following that,

after the troops' brief rest, Sander issued orders to his temporarily assembled followers to start contacting various level officers using communication devices to stabilize morale.

He also dispatched several reconnaissance forces from the troops to keep watch.

But a preoccupied Sander, who wasn't worried after lowering his guard, was unaware that during the time the troops took a temporary rest to shelter from the blizzard,

the Purple Lynx, like a ghost in the night, was still quietly following them through the storm.