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Especially for first-level knights and second-level knights, they can usually get support from other knights or senior knights.

They, the first-level knights, would be embarrassed. If the second-level Namekians were able to form a battle formation to block them, once the third-level Namekians appeared, they would be doomed.

"Be content, it's okay now. It's just a patrol mission. It's a good thing that I didn't let you open up a new war zone!" Lauren curled her lips.

The Thirteenth War Zone has been basically penetrated by the Warrior Temple's large forces, leaving only the last third that has not yet been set foot in.

There, the third-level knight Savalon is leading the powerful first- and second-level knights on an expedition, and at the same time he is also capturing Namek in the infiltrated area.

Each low-level Namek represents one milligram to dozens of milligrams of active blood marrow.

In the absence of a portable extraction machine, only by capturing these Namekians and imprisoning them in a certain location, and extracting active blood marrow uniformly, can their maximum utilization value be realized.

The portable extraction machine was specially made by the tower's alchemists based on the characteristics of the Namekians. It was developed in just one week, which shows how powerful the arcane masters are.

Fortunately, in the area plowed by the legion of knights, there were almost no second-level Namekians, and even very few first-level Namekians.

This has made the knights' battle loss rate so far only 20%, which is much lower than the original psychological expectations of the Warriors Temple's top brass.

Listening to the chatter of the knights around him, Lin Xing was mentally prepared for the upcoming war.

In fact, there was nothing to prepare. Caroline had already told Lin Xing to follow the team, and with King Kong around, he would be safe.

…

In the dark and deep underground caves, there are intricate cave passages, and nearly two thousand Namek civilians are hiding here.

These Namekians were crowded together, most of them had dull faces, and most of their eyes were indifferent and numb.

"Dad, I'm hungry." A little green man less than one meter said as he shook the Mekian next to him who was one or two sizes larger than him.

"Kid, please bear with me a little longer." The Namekian said helplessly after touching his child's head.

"Okay." The child squatted on the ground and counted the stones.

Looking at his children and the surrounding Namekians who were in the same predicament as his family, he sighed.

The area around here is a Halashuo terrain, with many mountains and rocks but little vegetation. The ground is covered with weathered rocks and the water is pitiful.

This left the Namekians, who depended on water, with no way out.

Moreover, in the underground caves, there is a lack of sunlight and the energy consumed by the body cannot be replenished, so they will soon collapse.

At dinner time in the evening, the Namekians who had stored water carefully ate their precious water, while the Namekians who had no stored food could only look at their companions around them with envious eyes.

The child's father took out a few dozen milliliters of turbid water wrapped in leaves from somewhere on his body and handed it to his child.

"Eat." The adult Namekian touched his child's head lovingly.

"Dad, don't you want to eat?" The child held his finger in his mouth. Although he was eager for the water in front of him, he still asked his father sensibly.

"I have eaten it. You can eat it, son." The adult Namekian smiled, but from his gray and weak face, it could be seen that he was not telling the truth.

"Yes!" The child nodded vigorously, eagerly took the bag of leaves, and started drinking. With little experience, he couldn't tell that his father was holding on.

After drinking, the child licked his lips with unsatisfied content. Such a pinch of water was not enough for a meal before, but now it is his daily ration.

At night, the father and son huddled around the corner in the cave.

There is no light in the deep underground caves, so these Namekians can only judge whether it is day or night based on experience.

"Dad, where are mom and sister?" The child lay in his father's arms and changed into a comfortable position.

"They, they are in Greenleaf City now." The adult Namekian said.

Greenleaf City is the closest Namek city to their former home, and the children have clamored to go there many times.

"Dad, let's go find mom and sister, okay?" The child didn't understand anything. Although it knew that the truth was not what his father said, it still suggested.

The adult Namekian paused, as if he was remembering something sad, and his eyes were filled with tears.

His wife and daughter were kidnapped by vicious intruders four years ago. Only he and his son were lucky enough to escape with the Namek army. I don’t know what is happening to them now. Isn’t it...

He knew that some of the intruders would eat them directly.

He squeezed the pebbles on the ground so hard that his hands turned red. Finally, he said with a sigh of relief, "Okay, let's go look for them tomorrow."

In this mountainous area, the water content is too little. Even if they hide here, they are waiting to die unless they seek refuge in a larger Namekian city.

But there are no Namek cities left nearby.

The adult Namekian who had been hungry for two days chose the latter between starving to death and being killed by the invaders.

At least, it might be able to learn the whereabouts of its wife and daughter before being killed by an intruder from another world.

He gently kissed his sleeping son's forehead. He felt very guilty. He felt that he was a failure and was not worthy of being a father. He could not even protect his own family.

In the dream, the child may have dreamed of his family, or he may have dreamed of drinking endless amounts of nutrient-rich water and the warm sun. A faint dimple appeared on one side of his thin cheek.

…

"Are you sure there are Nameks here?" Lin Xing held an iron rope in his hand, and tied to the other end of the iron rope was a brown-red demon hunting dog that was three times the size of a normal hunting dog's nose.

In Caroline's group, in addition to several soul slaves directly under the Arcanist, there is also a slave army of 500 heads allocated by the tower.

Of course, slaves are not given away for free. Under the tower system, the value you can create must be worthy of the quota of these slaves.

The soul marks of slave monsters above level one are naturally in the hands of several arcane masters.

But these slaves are not all at the first level, there are about 200 high-level trainees, no promotion potential or old monsters.

Caroline secretly made the decision and gave Lin Xing thirty heads to drive.

Several other first-level arcana masters also had no objections to Caroline's favoritism.

After all, everyone knows that Lin Xing possesses the legendary magic of the Holy Light system, the Holy Glory Aura.

This is a blessing that can ignore levels. Sometimes, it has the ability to change the direction of a war.

Lin Xing accepted the offer happily without even a word of evasion.

"Wow~" The Demon Hunting Dog, who was training for high-level Warcraft, understood Lin Xing's words and kept nodding his head and wagging his brown tail.