Chapter 1177 Adventurer's Road

Latest URL: Half an hour later, Laura and a group of adventurers came to the pre-departure preparation area. Looking at the supplies distributed to her and the temporary teammates around who were talking and laughing and preparing for work, this The young huntress was still a little dazed—she was only planning to see if there were any routine tasks of clearing scattered elemental creatures near the camp today. How could this be programmed into a more dangerous "advancement mission"? team"?

The old mage Mordir next to her had a happy face. This old man, who was more energetic than a young man, stuffed the frost resistance potion issued to his hand into his clothes while casually talking to his side. The adventurer said: "Actually, the thing they sent me is useless at all. I'm not afraid of such a little cold air-you young people with poor physique need to take better protection. The temperature in the polar regions is not a joke. Yes. If any of you on the way run out of resistance potions, you can come to me and ask for..."

The adventurer who was accosted stared blankly at this old man who could at least be his grandfather by visual inspection, and he hesitated to speak a few times, but finally swallowed it back—after all, the realm of the extraordinary is not the same as that of ordinary people. Similarly, this gray-haired old man is actually a magician with mysterious power. With the blessing of powerful spells, an old man may not be physically weaker than the so-called "young and middle-aged man". At this time, I silently nodded and said Maybe it's more polite...

Immediately afterwards, Modir's attention was placed on Laura, who had never spoken. The old gentleman had a smile on his face: "Laura, you don't look very energetic—this doesn't seem like a person who is about to go The state that a soldier going to perform a mission should have."

"In the beginning, I was actually planning to participate in the clean-up mission in the east area of ​​the camp," Luo La woke up from a state of distraction, and said helplessly while smiling awkwardly, "I didn't plan to sign up for the advancement team...you can't help but say So he dragged me to sign up here..."

"I've consulted your opinion... Did I remember it wrong?" Modil blinked and knocked on his head in confusion, but he quickly put these trivial issues behind him, "Ah, I can't remember—it seems that I need to apologize to you, Miss Laura, do you want to quit? We haven't set off yet..."

"No," Laura sighed helplessly. For some reason, when she faced this old gentleman who behaved a bit weird in daily life, she always had a certain sense of déjà vu, as if... The confused but enthusiastic grandfather is like dealing with her, and since his grandfather passed away, she has not had a similar feeling for many years, which makes her always relax when she is in front of Modil, and is impressed by this super-active man. Influenced by the old man, "It's still around the camp."

"Emperor Gawain Cecil has a very good saying - Wealth and wealth are in danger, miss, we don't come here to enjoy comfort," a swordsman next to him laughed heartily, "Look Didn't you usually take part in 'advancing the team'? Believe me, the benefits of this kind of task are definitely much more satisfying than 'cleaning up' around the camp,

Near the exploration boundary, there are more active elemental creatures and mana-enriched areas everywhere. The strength of those things is actually not much stronger than the monsters around the camp, but highly purified elemental cores and mana surges occasionally emerge. The crystals of crystals are much more valuable than low-quality elemental mixtures..."

"And if you're lucky, you can pick up the treasures left over from the previous Tarrond era - those good things escaped the fire of war, lying intact in the mud and frozen ground," another female swordsman said more happily He said in a tone of voice, "Those things can be easily exchanged for a piece of real estate in Loren Continent, but they are buried in the ground with charred stones here... Tsk tsk, I can't imagine these dragons fighting in the war. What kind of luxurious life did you live before..."

"It feels like they all live like kings..." "That's for sure, I heard a dragon clan say last time that they had a butler in each house, what's their name... Omega intelligent assistant or something Every household has a butler, do you dare to think about such a life?" "I dare not think about it, and I can't think about it—anyway, it's gone now..." "It's a pity."

The topic of adventurers is always easy to get lively, especially when the topic has something to do with wealth. This improvised "troop" soon became a lively discussion. Not long ago, they came from all over the world and their backgrounds At this moment, different people are chatting eagerly like best friends for many years, exchanging views, and it seems that a deep friendship has been brewed in the conversation-this friendship will occasionally help them improve their chances of survival in the next joint action , Let yourself have an extra arm to pull yourself up when you fall down, but more often than not, the greatest meaning of this "friendship" is just to create some high morale and let everyone dispel tension and fear.

Friendship will start from the bragging before the departure, and end with the last count after returning to the camp. Of course, if everyone is lucky and can live through this "cycle" several times together, the true battlefield friendship will be established. Get up, and be strengthened in several wine and meat interlacings, and finally last until everyone dies.

This is the way of life that adventurers—including mercenaries who lick their blood—are familiar with.

But not all adventurers will live like this, and there are many "solitary" heterogeneous existences among them, and Lola can be counted as one of them.

The young huntress doesn't like this kind of forced acquaintance chat, she just arranges her equipment silently:

Three frost resistance potions from the camp logistics team, this once expensive alchemy product is now distributed to every adventurer for free to resist the cold environment of Tarrond; the magic terminal for personal protection, after paying A good thing rented after a small deposit, the biggest function of this product of modern industry is to produce a single-person breeze shield. In addition to helping to resist the cold wind, it can also allow the user to survive safely in a toxic environment.

This second function is particularly important: in this dangerous wasteland, toxic environments are often accompanied by adventurers, and the boundaries of the safe zone are full of leaking factory pipes, contaminated elemental fissures and toxic gas wells. A transcendent with a strong physique will die from these environmental poisons if he is not careful.

If you want to operate safely in the wasteland of Tarrond today, you must ensure a 24-hour uninterrupted protective effect. If you put it in the old days, most extraordinary people with average strength would not be able to achieve this kind of thing with just their personal magic power. , but today's non-tiring machines can do it, all it needs is a sufficient supply of mana and careful inspection and maintenance. Laura didn't dare to neglect this matter. After all, she knew that the last careless and unlucky guy had already died in a factory ruin near the camp. The gold coin has become a victim of toxic exhaust gas, and its name is still hung high in the most prominent place in the adventurer's hall. By this time next year, the grass on the grave will probably be very tall...

"Stop chatting, check gear, check gear."

A shield warrior who looked more mature and stable noticed Laura's silent actions, and immediately reminded the casual comrades who were a bit too sloppy, so the adventurers finally calmed down a little, and began to skillfully check the life-saving things .

After a short while like this, the bell representing the ready gate finally rang in the assembly area, and more than a dozen adventurer teams who had each received their missions began to move to the departure passage on the edge of the camp. Laura, Mordir and others left the assembly area at the back of the hall, walked through the trail named "Armed Men's Trail", and came to the end of the tall and solid wall, a gate made of alloy integrally cast Towering in front of their eyes, the thick door panels blocked the harsh weather outside the camp.

Amidst the creaking sound of the mechanical structure running, the heavy black door slowly opened, and the howling cold wind rushed in instantly. Even through a layer of breeze shield, the coldness in the Arctic region still made people accustomed to the warm environment They all shuddered.

The endless wasteland of Tarrond came into Mordir's eyes, the old mage couldn't help laughing, and walked out——

"Ah, unknown land... I'm ready!"

...

On the watchtower at the top of the high wall, Byron's gaze was cast on the vast wasteland below. He saw the adventurer's gate open, and more than a dozen heavily armed squads came out of the gate and set foot on the graveyard outside the town. Polluted and ruined plains, I couldn't help but sighed with emotion: "Hey...adventurers...Seeing this scene always reminds me of those days when I was a mercenary."

The voice of the dragon seal witch Azalena came from the side: "I don't remember that when we were mercenaries, we had such a formation and logistics - such a large-scale stronghold, an efficient management center, and professional task scheduling. And the logistics team, semi-standard equipment, and there are giant dragons in the activity area that can be used as rescue units to enter the venue at any time, not to mention mercenaries back then, the regular army did not have this treatment."

"Let's not talk about it back then, the modern regular army rarely gets this kind of treatment - this is in Tarrond, the land of giant dragons," Byron smiled and looked away, looking at the red-haired lady beside him, "I just think about it a little bit, and reminisce about those old days."

"...Agondor's managers have begun to advance the control area westward. Nearly half of today's adventurer team is advancing in the direction of the crystal rock hill. Their task is to help clean up the monsters along the way and stabilize the road. The safe boundary of the passage," Azalena said casually, "it seems that the dragons are finally not satisfied with Agondor, a safe island hanging in the wasteland."

"I've heard that those giant dragons seem to plan to open a passage to Crystal Rock Hill within a week, and set up a communication station there to receive messages from the west coast," Byron nodded, "If this If the communication station is established, the communication between Agondor and the monitoring post on the west coast will be much more convenient, at least the communication frequency can be increased to once a day..."

"Considering what the monitoring post is watching, I don't think the communication frequency is too high even once a day," Azalena shook her head, "But think about the terrible situation in Tarrond right now. Environmental foundation, it is already a miracle that they can handle this kind of long-distance communication that spans more than half of the continent, and we cannot be demanding."

"That's right... But it doesn't matter much to me," Byron shrugged, "Anyway, I should be leaving in two days."

"Are you going back to Loren Continent?" Azalena glanced at Byron in surprise, "So soon?"

Byron waved his hand and said casually: "I am the commander of the navy. My mission this time is only to escort the alliance's support materials and aid the team. Staying in Tarrond for too long does not conform to the order I received—— I have to go back to my life."

"That's true," Azarena said with a nod, and then smiled, "Then it's time for me to leave too, and we'll drop by when we go back."

"Are you leaving too?" It was finally Byron's turn to be surprised this time. He couldn't help but look up and down at the dragonborn lady in front of him, "Aren't you the leader of the support team? Don't stay here and continue to assist the dragonborn." reconstruction work?"

Azarena shook her head: "Just like you, my task is actually to bring the team safely to Tarrond——the follow-up will be taken over by other dragonborn who are in charge."

"So it's like this... I thought you would continue to be responsible for coordinating the follow-up aid and construction tasks. I was still curious, how can you, a person with nothing but drinking and fighting, be able to do such a professional thing..."

Listening to Byron's casual words, Azalena couldn't help showing a smile on her face. She looked sideways at herself, the former "mercenary captain", and grinned. If there is a substantial flow of magic power, the fiery dragon's breath rises from both sides of her cheeks.

Byron was shocked when he saw this scene: "Hey! Azalena! Don't be so serious! You're spraying me in the face now, it's a diplomatic issue!"

"It's not easy to hear such a professional word as 'diplomatic issues' from your mouth, but what's even more difficult is that you called my name correctly at once," Azalena's mouth twitched, her unformed The dragon's breath dissipated silently, and she raised her eyebrows provocatively, "Why, the impression I left on you back then was only drinking and fighting?"

"...Could it be that you want me to say 'beauty and wisdom'?" Byron thought about it carefully, and said with some uncertainty, "If you ask me to say that..."

"Forget it, I imagined the way these words came out of your mouth, and I felt like you were swearing." Azalena waved her hands with a strange expression, and then stopped suddenly, as if she was lost in thought and memory, After a few seconds of silence, he spoke again, "The impression in my memory... I almost can't remember what the companions who adventured with us in the southern border looked like."

Byron glanced at Azalena unexpectedly: "Don't you dragonborn have a long lifespan? I thought those things are still the same as what happened yesterday to you..."

Azarena didn't answer, she just fell into deep thought again, and after a few seconds, she slowly said, "I want to see them."

"...do you have a vacation?"

"I can please—it's not difficult."

"Then I can help you apply for an entry permit."

"Thank you, Commander."