Sword of Daybreaker

Half an hour later, Lola and a group of adventurers came to the pre-departure preparation area, watching the supplies distributed to him and the temporary teammates around him who were talking and laughing and making preparations, this young woman The hunter was still a little confused-she was only planning to see if there was any regular task of clearing scattered elemental creatures near the camp. How could this be included in the "promotion team" with a higher level of danger when she turned her face Up?

The old mage beside her looked happy. This old man with more energy than the young man stuffed the cold resistance potion sent to his hands into his clothes and casually confronted him. An adventurer from ”said: “In fact, they sent me this thing is useless, I’m not afraid of such a bit of cold air-or you young people with weaker physiques need more protection, the polar temperature is not a joke Yes. On the way, whoever has enough resistance potions can come to me and ask for..."

The adventurer who was spoken to stared blankly at the old gentleman who could be at least his grandfather by sight. He wanted to talk a few times and then finally swallowed the words back. After all, the realm of transcendents is different from ordinary people. Similarly, this gray-haired old man is actually a magician with mysterious powers. With the blessing of powerful spells, an old man may not be physically weaker than the so-called "young man". At this time, he nodded silently. Uncertainly, it seems polite...

Immediately afterwards, Modil’s attention was again on Laura, who had never spoken. The old gentleman had a smile on his face: “Lola, you don’t look very energetic-it’s not like a coming soon. The state of fighters who go on mission."

"I was actually going to take part in the cleaning mission of the camp's east area at the beginning," Lola woke up from a state of distraction, and said helplessly while smiling awkwardly, "I didn't plan to sign up for the promotion team...you can't help it So he took me to sign up here..."

"I consulted your opinion... Did I remember it wrong?" Modil blinked and knocked on his forehead a little confused, but he quickly left these trivial questions behind. "Ah, I can't remember—it looks like I need to apologize to you, Miss Laura, are you going to quit? We haven't set off yet..."

"No," Laura sighed helplessly. For some reason, she always had a sense of sight when facing this old gentleman who behaved a little strangely in front of her, as if... The confused but enthusiastic grandfather usually dealt with, and since the death of her grandfather, she has not had similar feelings for many years, which made her always relax when she was in front of Modil, and was super-powered by the action. Influenced by his father, "It's always around the camp."

"Emperor Gawain Cecil said it very well-begs for wealth and danger, this lady, we are not here to enjoy ease," the list of swordsmen beside him smiled heartily, "Look. Go up, you have never participated in the "promotion team" operation? Believe me, the benefits of this task are definitely more satisfying than your "cleaning" near the camp. There are more active elements everywhere near the exploration boundary. Creatures and rich mana areas, those things are actually not much stronger than the monsters around the camp, but the highly purified elemental nuclei and the crystals that occasionally emerge from the mana surge can be more valuable than low-quality elemental mixtures... …"

"And if you're lucky, you can still pick up the treasures left over from the Tarrond era-those good things that escaped the war and lie intact in the mud and frozen ground," another female swordsman said more happily. Said in his tone, "Those things can be exchanged for a piece of real estate at random in the Continent of Loren, but they are buried in the ground together with the charred stones... Tsk tsk, I can’t imagine these dragons at war. What kind of extravagant life was there before..."

"It feels like all of them are living like kings..." "That's for sure, I heard a dragon say last time, they all had a housekeeper at the beginning, what is their name... Omega intelligent assistant? Every house has a housekeeper, do you dare to think about this kind of life?" "I don't dare to think about it, and I can't think of it-it's gone anyway..." "It's a pity."

The topic of adventurers is always easy to get a lot of fun, especially when the topic is tied to wealth. This improvised "troop" quickly became a lively discussion. Not long ago, it also came from the world and the background. At this moment, different people are talking eagerly and exchanging views as if they have been close friends for many years. It seems that a strong friendship has been brewing between the conversations-this friendship will occasionally help them to increase their chances of survival in the next joint action. , When you fall down, you can have an extra arm around you to pull yourself up, but more often, the biggest meaning of this "friendship" is to create some high morale, so that everyone can dispel tension and fear.

Friendship will start from the bragging of the sky before departure and end at the last count after returning to the camp. Of course, if everyone is lucky and can live through this "cycle" several times together, a true battlefield friendship will be established. Get up, and it has been consolidated in several times of wine and meat, and finally lasted until everyone died.

This is the way of life familiar to adventurers, including mercenaries who lick blood with their swords.

But not all adventurers live like this, and there are also more "isolated" aliens, and Laura is one of them.

The young huntress didn't like this kind of forcibly intimate conversation, she just sorted out 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 is paying A good thing on loan after a small deposit. The biggest function of this modern industrial product is to produce a single-person breeze shield. In addition to helping resist the cold wind, it also allows users to survive safely in a toxic environment.

This second function is particularly important: on this dangerous wasteland, the toxic environment is often accompanied by adventurers. The border of the safe zone is full of leaking factory pipes, contaminated elemental fissures, and sources of toxic gas. Extraordinary people with strong physique will die from these environmental poisons if they are not careful.

If you want to safely operate in the Tarrond Wasteland today, you must ensure a 24-hour uninterrupted protection effect. If it were in the old days, most ordinary superhumans would not be able to achieve this kind of thing only by personal magic. , But nowadays a machine that is not exhausted can do this. All it needs is an adequate supply of magic power and careful inspection and maintenance. Laura didn’t dare to neglect this matter. After all, she knew that the last careless hapless man had died in a factory ruin near the camp, and he hadn’t had time to dig one out of this “adventurer’s kingdom”. The gold coin became a victim of toxic waste gas. Its name is still hung high in the most eye-catching part of the Adventurer’s Hall. At this time next year, the grave head grass is probably very high...

"Stop chatting, check equipment, check equipment."

A seemingly more mature shield warrior noticed Laura’s silent behavior, and immediately reminded the casual comrades who were a little sloppy, so the adventurers finally calmed down a little and began to expertly check the things used to save their lives. .

In this way, a short while later, the bell that represented that the door was ready finally rang in the assembly area, and more than a dozen adventurer squads, each of which received the task, began to move to the departure channel on the edge of the camp. Lola and Modil left the assembly area at the back of the hall with the others, passed through the footpath named "Armed Path", and came to the end of the tall and solid wall. A gate made of alloy is cast high. Standing in front of them, heavy door panels blocked the bad weather outside the camp.

Amid the creaking sound of the mechanical structure, the heavy black door slowly opened, and the roaring cold wind instantly rushed in. Even with a breeze shield, the cold of the Arctic region still makes people accustomed to the warm environment. There was a shiver one after another.

Looking at the endless wasteland of Tarrond into Modil's eyes, the old mage couldn't help but laugh, and walked out——

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

...

On the observation deck at the top of the high wall, Byron’s gaze was cast towards the vast wasteland below. He saw the adventurer’s door open, and more than a dozen heavily armed teams filed out from the gate and stepped onto the grave outside the town. In the polluted and ruined plain, I couldn't help sighing with emotion: "Hey...Adventurous... Seeing this scene always reminds me of the days when I was a mercenary."

The voice of the Dragon Seal Witch Asha Lena came from the side: "I don’t remember that we had such battles and logistics when we were mercenaries-such a large-scale base, efficient management center, and professional task scheduling. And the logistics team, semi-standard equipment, and there are dragons in the activity area that can be used as rescue units to enter the arena at any time. In those days, let alone mercenaries, the regular army did not have this treatment."

"Don't talk about it, the modern regular army rarely has this kind of treatment-this is in Tarrond, the land of the dragon," Byron smiled and retracted his gaze, looking at the red-haired lady beside him. "I just think about it for a moment, reminiscing about those past days."

"...The managers of Agundor have begun to push the control area westward. Nearly half of today's adventurer team is advancing in the direction of the crystal rock hills. Their task is to help clear the monsters along the way and stabilize this one. The safe boundary of the passage," Ashalena said casually, "it seems that the dragons are finally not satisfied with the lonely safe island of Agundor in the wasteland."

"I heard that the dragons seem to be planning to open up the channel with the Crystal Rock Hill within a week, and set up a communication station there to receive communications from the West Coast," Byron nodded, "If this If the communication station is established, the communication between Agundor and the monitoring post on the west coast will be much easier. At least the communication frequency can be increased to once a day..."

"Considering what the surveillance post is staring at, I don't think the frequency of communication is so high even once a day," Ashalena shook her head, "but think about how terrible Talrond is now. Based on the environment, it is a miracle that they can handle this kind of long-distance communication across most of the continent, and they cannot be exacting."

"Yes...but it has nothing to do with me," Byron shrugged, "I should leave in two days anyway."

"Are you going back to the mainland of Loren?" Ashalena gave Byron a little surprised, "Is it so fast?"

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

"That's true," Ashalena nodded and then smiled. "That's right, I should leave too. When we go back, we will drop in."

"Are you leaving too?" This time it was finally Byron's turn to be surprised. He couldn't help but glanced 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 dragons. Reconstruction work?"

Ashalena shook her head: "Just like you, my task is actually just to bring the team to Tarrond safely-there will be other dragonborn who are specially responsible for the follow-up."

"It turns out that... I thought you would continue to be responsible for coordinating the follow-up assistance tasks. I am still curious, how can you, such a person who has no expertise except drinking and fighting, can do such a professional thing..."

Listening to Byron's casual words, Ashalena couldn't help showing a smile on her face. She looked sideways at herself, the former "mercenary leader", grinned, and the corners of her mouth fluttered. If there is a real flow of magical power, fiery dragon breath rises from the sides of her cheeks.

Byron was shocked when he saw this sight: "Hey! Ashalena! Don't be so serious! You spray me now, it's a diplomatic problem!"

"It's really not easy to hear such professional words as'diplomatic issues' from your mouth, but it's even more difficult for you to call me the right name all at once," Ashalena's lips curled up, unformed The dragon's breath then disappeared silently, and she raised her eyebrows defiantly, "Why, is the impression that I left you back then that there are only drinking and fighting?"

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

"Forget it, I imagined the words coming out of your mouth, and it felt like a curse," Ashalena waved her hand with a weird expression, and then stopped suddenly, as if she was lost in thought and memory. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke again, "Impressions in my memory...I can hardly remember what the companions who were adventuring with us in the Southland back then were like."

Byron looked at Ashalena unexpectedly: "Don't you Dragonborn have a long lifespan? I think those things are still the same to you as they happened yesterday..."

Ashalena did not answer, she just fell into thought again, and after a few more seconds, she spoke slowly: "I want to see them."

"...Do you have a vacation?"

"I can ask--it's not difficult."

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

"Thank you very much, captain."