The golden sunlight shines all over the land, the buildings are lit up with new lights, the street vendors sell their toys, and the fireworks explode in the sky. This is probably the scene of the festival in Mo Jun's impression. Of course, the homecoming ceremony is nothing more than these routines, that is, the scale is a little larger, the participants are a little special, and the activities held are a little weird...

Mo Jun tried to take his eyes off the vendor of a slime shooting game (replacing the balloons in the balloon shooting with slimes by himself), and comforted himself in his heart: calm down, it's safer than the nuclear fireworks seller just now.

Then Mo Jun heard a violent bang erupt from the crowd, and he turned his head to see that the stall just now was now in ruins, and all kinds of slimy and colorful mud-like objects were everywhere.

"Oh my god, I accidentally put a Scorched Slime in there!"

The dwarven stall owner with a heavy loss muttered as he cleaned up the gelatinous material on the ground. The goblin stall owner next to him, who started a goldfish fishing game, laughed sarcastically - he had mechanical goldfish armed to the teeth in his basin, but whenever anyone tried to catch them with a net, this mechanical creature with a bite force of more than 500 kilograms would jump out and bite off his fingers. The person who has been cheated will naturally ask for compensation like a goblin profiteer, and the latter will take out the pre-signed disclaimer and the [11th Revised Version of the Regulations on the Standardized Management of the Homecoming Festival (Authorized by the Destiny Council)], and the result... Nature speaks for itself.

Of course, Mo Jun didn't just come out to go shopping, and it was certainly easy and pleasant to enjoy the lively scene on the street, but the route he traveled was very clear - the headquarters of the Nightingale Warband, the House of the Nightingale.

After the campaign mission ended, a letter with the title "Warband Assembly Order (Commanders Must Attend)" popped up on Mo Jun's terminal, so he rushed over without stopping.

The hall of the headquarters was sparsely populated, and it was estimated that the high-level trialists were enjoying the festive atmosphere, while the low-level trialists did not have the leisure to hang out here after experiencing a life-and-death battle. Mo Jun turned left and right in the corridor, and then came to the door of the conference room.

The door was ajar, and before he could enter the door, Mo Jun heard Idric's chattering voice.

"Science and technology unite that group of people who play guns to the end and don't rely on our war group, don't you see the expression of Yu Shan's kid in the last few days of the mission, it's like being constipated for a month and finally pulling his pants, hahahahaha."

"Ed, take it easy." Hualuo's voice sounded, with the humility and fairness of a paladin in his words: "This time they also helped. Although at first it was a flight to our area. Don't say it, in the end, nine of the top ten on the merit list belong to our regiment, and the head of the regiment is satisfied with this achievement. This time, there is finally hope for the prize. ”

Mo Jun rubbed his ears, feeling that the profession of a paladin might not be as good as he imagined... Inflexible. And what the hell is the "bonus"? Could it be that those who survive will be given two boxes of eggs as a year-end bonus at the end of the year?

Immediately, Mo Jun pushed open the door and walked into the conference room, and found that there were already six or seven people sitting around the huge solid wood long table, and the three Lihuo-level commanders of Idric, Hualuo, and Lu Ge were present, and the other few were also familiar faces who had a relationship with each other.

"Yo, our great hero is here." The golden retriever mage shouted loudly: "Come and sit with me, you really gave us a long face this time, I told you that technology united that group of guys..."

Seeing that Idric had a tendency to repeat what he had heard before, Hualuo and the others hurriedly interrupted him and successfully changed the topic.

"Boy, you did a good job this time, I apologize to you for being disrespectful before." The shield warrior with a big waist and a round waist showed a stiff smile at Mojun (although it was more ugly than crying) and said, "But I don't recognize your strength, and I have time to go to Dusk Root to learn from each other." ”

"Hey, he's like that, don't worry." Hua Luo punched Lu Ge in the shoulder, and then laughed a few times: "Don't look at this guy who looks so scary and speaks ugly, but he is actually very friendly to newcomers." ”

Mo Jun nodded, and smiled in a friendly manner at Lu Ge - he understood that what Lu Ge had just said was essentially a point of instruction to himself. After all, the combat experience of a Li Huo-level powerhouse is there, and you can benefit yourself immensely by taking out some real guys. The melee trialist's every move is the experience of crawling on the blade, don't underestimate this little experience, maybe when you can avoid it in battle.

"I don't know if Little Brother Mo is interested in attending our banquet after the meeting." Li Saiya, who had a double-strand braid and the demeanor of a mature big sister, covered her mouth and looked at Mo Jun with a smile in her eyes: "There are many girls in the treatment group who are interested in you, how about it, do you want to come?" ”

In the face of such a one-sided invitation... Or is it temptation, Mo Jun came down in a cold sweat on the spot, he had just escaped from Weiss's hands, how could he go to "cause trouble" again. But although the priest in front of him looked gentle and kind, his intuition told Mo Jun that this woman was definitely not easy to deal with, and if he refused directly, he was afraid that he would not be able to push it clean.

Fortunately, the other few people present were all seven-foot men with strong blood, and they all jumped out one by one without Mo Jun's eyes.

"That, Sister Li, it turns out that you still have a party." Unexpectedly, the first to speak was Idric, who already had a family. Mo Jun nodded secretly, giving a thumbs up in his heart while thinking about how long Sister Xiao Ya would let this guy kneel on the washboard.

"Huh? So what. Risaia replied in a languid voice.

"That's right, our mage group also wants to have a party, it's better to..." Idric was righteous and awe-inspiring, as if the happiness of the little brother behind him was all pinned on him. It's just that he didn't succeed in teaching, and before he finished speaking, Li Saiya sneered and cut off this thought.

"No, you forgot what happened to the last friendship?"

Idric was silent for a moment, and Mo Jun inquired with Hualuo to learn that the last time the mage group and the healing group had a banquet, a group of technologists whimsically used arcane tricks to turn the girls' hair into neon signs - but apparently they didn't grasp the duration, because this is not a negative state, so the main god did not heal, and there were several priest girls with Mary Sue-like hair color who had several missions to recover, and one of the more unlucky girls was detected by the enemies in the mission world because of her hair, I almost lost my life.

The follow-up of the incident is that in this campaign mission, unless the casters of the Nightingale Warband are seriously injured and dying, no one will throw healing magic to them even if they grab the ground with their heads.

"I said that these masters are playing with their lives, and they can't get along with their hair! From moxican's head to chicken nest head to enchanted hair, is it possible that the premise of becoming a spellcaster is to break the brain circuits? ”

At present, among the spellcasters that Mo Jun knows, the only one who is relatively normal is Rhodes, but unfortunately this thing is a facial paralysis in addition to a normal hairstyle, and in a sense, it can be regarded as a maverick.

Everyone was chatting and laughing, and a lot of time had passed, and just when a few people who had been waiting for a long time were wondering, the door of the conference room creaked open again.

A Grand Master in a silver-white technician's robe walked in, and the conference room immediately fell silent.

Juvens sat down, glanced around through his glasses, and then said in a flat tone: "Hualuo, report personnel statistics." ”

"Yes, Grand Master." The paladin immediately called up the information and said seriously: "In this battle mission, our side dispatched a total of 574 ash-level trialists, 303 ember-level trialists, and 45 Lihuo-level trialists. Among them..."

"There is no need to report the death toll of the ash class."

"Oh." The paladin continued, "Among them, 142 Ember-level trialists died, with a mortality rate of 46.8%, and 5 Lihuo-level trialists died, with a mortality rate of 11.1%. ”

The few people present were expressionless except for Mo Jun, and the latter was stunned in his heart—not to mention the Li Huo-level powerhouses, the mortality rate of the ember-level trialists of the battle group was actually close to half, so how many percent of the scattered trialists who could only be called guerrilla scattered warriors survive?

"Not bad." Juwens nodded slightly, "Although this campaign mission only covers the lowest three levels, the difficulty is not lower than that of the high-level battles, and it is already a good result to be able to keep the mortality rate at about half." ”

Then, the Grand Master said, "Idric, report a brief account of the battle. ”

"Roger." Idric served as the commander-in-chief of the battlefield throughout the entire process, so it was most appropriate for him to present the battle information.

"Lu Ge, the one who stands out in the report."

"Rithea, report on the supplies."

...

One question after another was handed over to others, and Mo Jun kept his hands on the table and listened carefully throughout the whole process, which reminded him of when he was in elementary school, but at that time he could still put a villain book under the textbook to relieve his boredom, but at the moment he would never dare to have the slightest distraction, because maybe when the Grand Master would let him report coldly, he was quite anxious to wait for the teacher to ask questions.

"Mo-kun..."

"Ah, here!"

Reacting, Mo Jun almost wanted to slap himself - he was excited, this is not a roll call.

Juvens was shocked by the sudden answer, then pushed his glasses and said indifferently: "Report to me the itinerary of the last two weeks of your campaign, and only say the part related to the war group." ”

Mo Jun nodded, was silent for a moment to organize the language, and then started from meeting the three Span who delivered the message, until the beast herd broke the defense line of the ghost camp, and then ended the battle.

"Hmm."

Five minutes later, Juvens nodded, "Not bad." ”

Is that all he can do with this one adjective? Mo Jun thought to himself.

"This campaign mission is hard work, and according to the rules of the campaign mission above the Blazing Level, the trialists who serve as commanders will receive additional rewards. I'll be in touch with Uptown later to send your rewards to everyone in the mail. ”

"Well, then, please come back, and I'm sure you need a good rest."

The Grand Master got up and went out, leaving a group of people with big eyes and small eyes. After a while, Mo Jun whispered to Idric beside him, "What kind of reward, is it worth it?" ”

"Superficial." The Golden Retriever scoffed at this: "How can it be described by the word "valuable?" ”