Dimensional Eroders

The next morning, Bailang, who had no clue about the 'branch mission', chose to meet with Uncle Che to trade the last 'Burning Blood'. At the same time, he also had the idea of ​​insinuating, to see if he could dig out some clues from the opponent?

I haven't seen him for a few days. Uncle Che, who has already completed the main storyline and plans to do a big ticket sale, has an ugly expression and an unpleasant smell from his body. Facing Bailang's nonchalant temptation, he responded frankly, but kept the key information secret, did not disclose the slightest bit, and had a good sense of confidentiality.

After the short transaction ended, Uncle Che, who still had important matters to attend to, bid farewell in a hurry, without staying or being polite.

Seeing his distant figure and smelling the undispelled stench in the air, Bailang narrowed his eyes.

"sewer?"

…

Uncle Che's smell was not as simple as stepping on a puddle of sewer mud by mistake, it had obviously been smoked for several days. Even though he tried his best to take a bath and sprinkled cologne that was overflowing with anger, he couldn't hide his outstanding breath.

With simple reasoning, it is not difficult to understand why his expression is so stinky? Wandering in the sewer system for several days in a row, and the most dominant team is useless, he can only be happy if he can't see the hell.

"Are the orcs hiding underground?"

Bailang suddenly remembered something and immediately took it out.

[You got the quest item, the remains of the Frost Clan warrior, with some information left on it. 】

This dilapidated wreckage was the garbage he unearthed from the 'Magic Bug Key' the night his hero saved the beauty. Only 'props' were displayed without any explanation. However, from the analysis of the habits of the earth-drilling monster, it is likely that this warrior was killed and eaten underground, and eventually turned into a 'clue' to guide him.

"So, where are the clues?"

Bailang studied carefully, but found nothing strange. At the same time, he still had one last question. If he was 'Hagenda Broken Ice', why didn't he go home and ask for help after learning that his tribe was kidnapped, instead of staying underground? Moreover, it has never been heard that there is news of orcs attacking the camp.

Filled with confusion, he stuffed the 'warrior's wreckage' into a backpack and went to the almighty old doctor again.

…

The old man who was still obsessed with picking his nose and shooting towards the circular bullseye on the dim yellow wall heard the sound of the door being pushed, glanced around, and lamented in pain and helplessness: "My young master, why are you here again?! "

"I made an appointment for registration, and I paid for it and asked you to come out!"

Bailang shrugged, the only old man he knew and experienced in the camp. As he spoke, he put two bottles of good wine on the desk.

"Don't make it so ugly, I'm an angel in white who pays on time, not a technician in white. What are you doing this time?" The old man accepted the gift, and his attitude changed instantly.

Bailang put the backpack in front of him: "Help me research it and see what information is left on it? After researching for a long time, I still have no clue."

The old man opened the chain curiously, his face collapsed, and he cursed in a low voice: "I'm not a forensic doctor! Fortunately, I've already done it." However, his expression soon became weird, and he said impatiently, "Didn't I tell you last time, don't do it again." Investigating 'Burning Blood'?"

"Don't worry, I know everything. I'm currently investigating the whereabouts of 'Hagendah Smashed Ice' and I'm going to kill it. I'm a good person. But it's hidden in the sewer, and I can't pinpoint its exact location. This thing is a clue."

"Sewer?" The old man was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized, "No wonder!"

After studying for a while, the old doctor twisted out a piece of heavily corroded iron from the inside of the wreckage, and said to Bailang, "Yes, there is a piece of iron stuck in the monster's body. Although it is severely worn, it can barely be identified. It is the subway station seven kilometers away." .If this news is accurate, it is quite valuable, and you can sell it to the camp.”

"What if I do it myself?"

Bailang obviously understood what the old man meant, and if he sold the news of 'Hagenda', he could reap the friendship of the camp. However, the 'killing mission' he received can assign any ability to become a space certification skill, which is too valuable, and Bailang doesn't want to miss it.

After solidifying the four ability bars, he fully realized that the higher the level, the more feedback benefits. Each level of the 'Frostwolf Totem' gives back two attribute points. What if it is replaced with a rarer ability? In the case of equal ability bars, whoever has the higher quality will be more powerful.

"If you want to die, go ahead. If there is no news from you within three days, I will sell the news." The old man is not Bailang's father, so of course he won't spoil him. If you want to die, you can die. No one is stopping you .

"Give me the full address."

…

After obtaining the address, Bailang left the building, wandered around the camp, began to purchase supplies and ammunition, and spent all his wealth. There were only a few days left before his return, and this orc mission, whether successful or not, was his last shot. So be more solemn and create a sense of ceremony!

After spending all his savings, he filled up the storage space and bought a 'Little Sheep Scooter' from Uncle Che. Compared with the roaring motorcycles, the Little Sheep is not only lighter, but also has low noise. It is very suitable for traveling alone in the city, and it is not easy to cause monsters to gather.

Hmm... Bailang wouldn't say that, he doesn't know how to ride a motorcycle at all.

It was already noon after purchasing, so he left directly. Prepare to arrive at the destination in the afternoon, observe the stepping point in advance, rest in the depths of the city overnight, and then start the final hunt.

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At four o'clock in the afternoon, the tall and burly Brother Lang rode the little sheep across the dangerous area, and finally arrived at the destination. He fired with his rifle, repelled a group of monsters, and placed the little sheep properly. After groping all the way, he walked to the subway station .

After that, it took two hours to find out the structure of the subway station. It was pitch black inside, and I couldn't see my fingers. It was occupied by several groups of monsters as their lair, and then he emptied them and drove them away in one go. They were all weak scum, and no trace of orcs was found.

Moving forward with a flashlight, he found huge footprints in the east passage of the subway tunnel. Bai Lang, who inherited the incomplete memory of "Snowflake Face", recognized that these were the footprints of orcs, so he followed them all the way.

Going into the tunnel for a distance of one kilometer, not only can you not see your fingers, but the air is turbid and dull, humid and hot, and it is difficult to breathe. In the dead silence, there was a small sound in my ear, like a mouse crawling, which was creepy.

In the tunnel, he even found traces of the crawling bugs, destroying the ground completely, and some rails were bitten off and eaten, and the residue and tooth marks after chewing could be clearly seen.

Make him aware of the danger here.

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With the help of the flashlight, he finally found the place where the orc's footprints disappeared. The underground tunnel connected to the sewer, and the stench came from inside. That group of orcs should be entrenched here?

Bailang put on the gas mask, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and decided to sink in to explore the way. What if it's too difficult? Then abandon the task.

Sure enough, this city has the "Mother, Countess, and Blood Crow". As a new self, I got into the "evil sewer" at the lower level of the subway tunnel, and challenged the first boss, "Hagen Darth pissed off'?

Bailang had a strong premonition that this group of orcs would neither leave nor attack the camp, and they had not been discovered for a long time, apparently because they had long since died and turned into unintelligent undead zombies, lingering nearby and not dispersing.

Do not believe? Then wait and see!

Taking a deep breath, Bailang tugged on the rope and jumped in after confirming that it was tied tightly.