Don't Call Me A Succubus, I'm Really Just A Warlock!

After eating, Mu En continued to read.

He used the golden slime as a chair. Because it was much larger than similar slimes, it sat just right and was very comfortable.

Shyvana breathed out flames in boredom, turning into cakes, then opened her mouth wide and went back to silence.

For the next month, it was basically like this every day without much change.

Mu En would bring some food to share with Shivalu, and Shivana would also feed him after getting a huge cake from nowhere.

When a month passed, it was time for Mu En's new batch of soldiers to be assigned to the legion.

People gradually joined in the middle, so by the time they were gathered, there were more than 300 soldiers, and every one of them was a professional.

Mu En said goodbye to Sivana last night. When he left, Sivana held him and handed him a dragon scale.

Mu En thought for a while and asked Sivana to cut a small hole in the dragon scale, then pass a rope through it and hang it around her neck.

In return, he kept the golden slime.

"This is not food, don't eat it," Mu En warned.

Shyvana nodded casually and squeezed the slime with her little hands. It didn't look like she was using much force, but the slime seemed to explode.

Mu En also admired the golden slime's ability to sleep. He didn't wake up after sleeping for a month, and he was treated like this by Shyvana, and he could still continue to sleep.

…

In the square, Mu En and Bronzebeard stood together.

He learned that the elf girl's name was Irelia.

Others around him were discussing which legion they would be assigned to, while Mu En was reading the miscellaneous books written by the bard.

Not long after, a familiar voice sounded over the square.

An individual was assigned. During this month of training, they had a clear understanding of the structure of the Winter Fortress.

So after reading their names, they walked towards the assigned legion positions.

Bronzebeard went to the Forge Legion, a charging legion composed of dwarves, divided into axe-hands and hammer-hands, wearing heavy armor.

Isad went to the Berserker Legion. As a lion among the half-orcs, his racial characteristics made his emotions more intense, the more obvious his strength improvement, which was very suitable for the Berserker Legion.

Irelia went to the Ranger Corps and was responsible for frontline reconnaissance.

When everyone left, Mu En found that a familiar scene appeared again.

He stood alone in the square again.

But this time the voice from above did not sound again, and a place was arranged for him.

After waiting patiently for a while, Mu En saw a figure running towards this side.

As he got closer, he found that the figure was very familiar.

It's Drizzt.

"I knew you were coming to my side." Drizzt came to Moon and said.

He was playing with a dagger in his hand. The dagger was beating at his fingertips. The blade of the dagger could not be seen clearly, only the afterimages could be seen.

Mu En scratched his head, not knowing what to say.

Walking on the road, Drizzt explained where Moon was going next.

"This is a special operations team," he said.

"There are half-orc priests, elven berserkers, dragonborn death wizards, and me, a bard who is good at rogues."

Mu En asked: "Isn't your profession a thief? How come you are a bard?"

Hearing this question, Drizzt slapped his hands and said with a look of resentment: "I come from a wild background. Mader was deceived by an old bastard. He obviously got a job as a bard, but in the end, all I learned were the skills of a thief." .

As a result, Winter Fortress no longer recognizes my status as a bard. "

Mu En asked again: "Aren't you a centurion? Why are you a member of the special team?"

Drizzt replied: "Because centurion is a military rank, as long as you are from Winter Fortress, you can obtain military merit by killing monsters, which can be used to exchange for items or upgrade your military rank.

However, once the military rank is increased, they will have to assume corresponding responsibilities. For example, a centurion will be responsible for taking turns to look after the emergency array, so that those fighting outside are not in danger and no one knows about asking for help from the Winter Fortress. "

Mu En nodded, that's it.

But when he thought about Drizzt's introduction to the members of the special operations team, he always felt that it seemed unreliable.

Arriving at the outer area, Drizzt took him to a small house.

After coming in, Mu En saw three people having a party.

The dragonborn summoned undead creatures to grill skewers, and the elf used two big knives to cut the meat. The orc's body overflowed with white light, making the cut meat taste better.

Mu En suddenly felt that coming with Drizzt was a wrong choice.

It’s so out of tune, isn’t it, everyone?

Drizzt coughed twice, and then the three team members saw a newcomer coming.

"Hello, my name is Gray, and my profession is Death Mage." Dragonborn shook hands with Mu En.

"My name is Toven, and I am a berserker by profession." The elf wanted to shake hands, but found that his hands were covered with grease, so he gave up the idea.

"My name is Elend, and I am a priest by profession." The half-orc nodded humbly.

Hearing similar names, Mu En asked: "Do you know Issard?"

Elend was a little surprised: "Do you know my brother?"

"He came to Winter Fortress with me and was assigned to the Berserker Legion." Mu En said.

Elend nodded: "Thank you. It seems that I need to find some time to meet my brother, whom I haven't seen for many years."

"Okay." Drizzt clapped his hands and pointed at Mu En and said, "This boy is called Mu En and he is a warlock. If you know any women, please remember not to bring them to him."

"Warlock?!" The three of them felt like they were facing a formidable enemy, and the elf Toven even took a big step back.

Although his gender is male, elves are never ugly, and the difference between male elves and female elves is not too big.

Look at it from the face.

So even though he is a male elf, Toven is still afraid of the warlock's unforgettable taste and strong charm.

Usually when he saw the other warlocks in Winter Fortress, they would hide away.

"He's just a warlock, don't be so nervous." Drizzt said, "Is it possible that this guy has just become a warlock and can catch a dragon?"

Dragons are arrogant, have few relatives, and even fewer can form partners with humans.

In the history of warlocks, few have successfully caught dragons.

On the side, Mu En wanted to speak, but closed her mouth again.

Although he had just become a warlock, he already knew a dragon, and it was a red dragon.

Sivana's appearance appeared in her mind, and Mu En didn't know what Sivana was doing now.

Elf Toven nodded. Indeed, a warlock who has just taken up his post does not need to worry too much.

It’s impossible to have MAX+ of job charm, right?

Mu En asked at this time: "What should I do next?"

"Let's join the barbecue party!" Drizzt raised a skewer.

"Special Operations Team is just a nice name for a few of us, but it actually gives us a place to go if we can't fit in with other legions."

"If you don't have a military rank, you can just eat, drink and have fun. When the people fighting outside are in danger and need our support, that's when we take action."

Mu En understood.

This is a team similar to firefighters.

Go wherever you are in danger.