In the fire base's control chamber.
'Huh?'
'What is happening? Why am I unable to see anything happening in the surroundings of the grey-furred fox tribe?'
The deputy of the fire base frowned when he saw that there were no visuals coming from the grey-furred fox tribe.
He was enjoying the destruction of the grey-furred fox tribe by the 27 fox tribes groomed by the fire base; however, just when the grey-furred fox tribe's young tribesmen were about to be killed, the display went black making the deputy leader frown.
Soon, he checked the visuals transmitted from the other places in the Western fox lands and they were working as usual.
'Is someone tampering with the formations laid around the grey-furred fox tribe?'
The deputy leader controlled his anger and thought for a moment before coming to a conclusion.
'Damn it.'
When that thought came to his mind, the deputy leader cursed to himself as he stood up from the chair.