Warhammer: How do you get the Tremor-Tremor Fruit at the start of a Hextech game?

Inside the Iron Oath camp, everyone was making the most of every minute to pack up all the supplies they could carry.

Meanwhile, their leader, Old Locke, was leading a group of strong men to bury something in various corners of the camp.

Qin Mo stood on a high ground, coldly gazing into the distance. He had personally killed the Holy Arbiter of the Gene Stealer Cult and humiliated the cult's patriarch, which would surely bring him endless pursuit from those cunning villains.

Even if they start to evacuate now, it's too late. He guessed that the Gene Stealer Cult had already dispatched a large force and was on its way.

Of course, it wasn't just based on guesswork. The next moment, a phantom pop-up window suddenly appeared in his vision:

[Survival mission triggered: Evade the pursuit of the Genestealer Cult.]

[Task Reward: Enhancement Reward *1]

The following enhancement rewards can be selected:

①Cultivating both body and spirit: +5 free attribute points

②Talent/Faction: [All for You] Your healing effects on allies are increased by 30%.

③ Gambler's Life: Randomly obtain a 2K Era Concept Chest (40% Luck).

Qin Mo sighed. He looked at the "Gambling Dog Life" option with some surprise. He vaguely remembered that the luck value of the last "Gambling Dog Life" was only 10%.

The next moment, an explanatory message entered his mind: the luck value of "gambling life" will increase by 30% with each survival mission, and after selecting this option, the luck value will be refreshed to 10% the next time it is selected.

So that's how it is. Qin Mo estimated that as long as he went through three more survival missions, the luck value of "Gambling Dog Life" would increase to 100%. The last time he got a 100% box opening result was the "Tremor Fruit"!

He's already looking forward to the next unboxing.

"The end of the Qin Dynasty".

Just then, Funina and Hack quickly came to his side.

"You said the Genestealer Cult will soon start attacking us. Do you have any intelligence channels?" Funina asked, looking exhausted, as if she had just finished a busy day.

Qin Mo smiled but didn't reply. He turned to look at Hack, who was fiddling with a brand-new sniper rifle.

This was a "treasure" that Hack had unearthed from the warehouse of "Iron Oath." He refused to accept the genetic enhancement experiment of the Mechanicus, but instead used this precious opportunity to exchange for Frinna's modification and enhancement of the weapon.

Although Funina majored in the path of gene cultivators, her basic skills in the Cult of the Machine God were also very solid, so modifying a sniper rifle was naturally no problem for her.

Although this live-fire sniper rifle is an old relic, after some modifications by the priest, its power is no less than that of the laser sniper rifle that the Leylins used before.

Seeing that Qin Mo did not respond, Fu Ningna stopped asking and instead handed him an ammunition box.

Qin Mo took it, opened it, and found it to be full of explosives. Overjoyed, he quickly pulled out the explosive pistol hanging by his leg and loaded the ammunition.

He was deeply impressed by the power of the explosive pistol, and in the upcoming great battle, the more of such powerful weapons the better.

"Boom!"

Just then, the roar of vehicles suddenly came from afar. Hack picked up his sniper rifle, took a look, and immediately cursed, "Those monsters are really here."

Qin Mo turned to the group, who were already prepared, and made a hand gesture. Old Locke, the leader of "Iron Oath," immediately directed the entire gang, young and old, to hide in a secret passage, and led a dozen strong men to hide in several concealed bunkers.

"Boom boom boom!"

The roar of the trucks grew closer, and Qin Mo and his two companions took cover in a bunker, watching as three massive, heavy "Goliath" trucks suddenly emerged from the dust and smoke opposite them.

The "Iron Oath" camp is located on a wide, abandoned work platform, where some low-rise houses simply built with plastic steel serve as homes for these workers who have fallen into dire straits.

The three heavy trucks showed no sign of slowing down as they rushed into the camp, the ballast machines mounted on their cabs easily crushing the roadblocks, like three beasts breaking into a flock of sheep.

The next moment, the truck roof opened, and three soldiers with strange bone plates on their foreheads grinned as they climbed out, picked up the heavy logging guns mounted on the roof, and opened fire on the low houses around them.

The shooting lasted for a full ten minutes.

Violent bullets tore through the plastic steel, and the barrage of metal bullets easily blasted the entire camp into pieces. Some flammable materials were ignited by sparks, and the camp was filled with a strong smell of rust.

Old Locke squatted down beside Qin Mo, pressing Hayek down tightly. The boy's eyes were red and his fists were clenched, but he could only watch helplessly as their "home" was reduced to ruins in the extreme violence.

"Ceasefire!"

A somewhat shrill voice rang out, the back door of the truck opened, and a thin man, surrounded by a group of fully armed soldiers, came to the front of the truck to check the situation.

He entered the camp, leaning on his cane and wearing fine leather shoes.

The man glanced around, then playfully used his cane to pick up a torn piece of cloth covered in childish scribbles drawn with colored pencils.

He smiled and casually tossed the piece of cloth into the still-burning debris nearby.

"I know you're here."

The man spoke in a strange tone, his voice echoing throughout the camp through a megaphone hanging around his neck.

"We mean no harm; after all, many of your people are still visiting our territory."

He smiled and introduced himself: "I am Sir Oris, commander of the Ancient Seekers. We are here to seek peace and cooperation."

The camp was silent except for the crackling of fire burning debris.

He continued, "We have only one request: hand over the girl in white and those three blasphemous heretics, and we will give you... a chance to live."

Old Locke heard the blatant threat in the other person's voice. His face turned ashen, but his eyes remained fixed on Qin Mo, as if awaiting orders.

He knew these bottom-nest monsters were alien creatures that devoured people without spitting out the bones. After the previous encounter, he could only trust Qin Mo, who seemed confident and in control.

After waiting for a moment, the man who called himself Sir Oris lost his patience. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and gently covered his mouth and nose.

A deep command was issued, echoing throughout the camp without any attempt to conceal its meaning:

"Clear the camp, destroy everything of value, kill any living creatures you find, until you reach your target."

"Yes." The soldiers around him responded with sneers and began searching the surroundings. Three heavy trucks advanced in three directions, destroying everything in their path.

This thorough search quickly brought them closer to their bunker.

Qin Mo secretly counted until a Goliath truck was less than ten meters away from him, then he patted Old Locke on the shoulder and whispered:

"The party can begin."