Until that day, we'd been wandering for years. Looking for answers, routes, anything that could lead to Flanders. During this time, we had seen a lot of lost places. One of them, the most secret of all shelters, was our last chance at salvation.
When I was informed this morning of an imminent threat that outnumbered us, I realized that we could not wait. For the first time, the knechte would retreat to save themselves.
— Augustus, where are we going? — Martin asked in a weak voice as I was putting him into the car. Even now, on the verge of oblivion, he tried to stay strong.
— Trust me, Martin. For the last time.
We left the camp and set out, hoping to be faster than the Ravens, bringing us death.
We couldn't.
— Augustus, they're coming! — My radio exploded hissing and screaming as we drove into the lowland pass. — They're coming!
I hated myself for what I ordered at the time. The weight of this decision will not disappear, no matter how many winters change.
— Hold them off! Split up, go through the mouth of the river! We'll be back when we get Martin to the shelter!
The radio was silent for a few seconds, each painfully pulsing in my temples.
— Find Flanders, Augustus. For all of us.
I heard engines roaring, wheels screaming and missiles howling. Ravens followed us like sparkling death and tore off the pieces, still alive, devouring our comrades.
The full story can be found
HEREFor more information on Crossout, follow these channels:
Twitter – https://twitter.com/crossout_en
Instagram – https://www.instagram.com/crossoutofficial
Youtube – https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzyC4di_FkW6aRCRxjL1KYQ
Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/CROSSOUTgame
