The red door of space was like a pupilless eye, staring at the trialists in the square with bloody eyes.

The senior trialist in the center of the square was only slightly surprised, and then returned to his usual posture. Because they have never seen any missions, although this kind of campaign mission is rare, there are not a few veteran trialists who have experienced double-digit battles, and there are even some campaign maniacs who hold on to the campaign mission.

The mid- and low-rank trialists fluctuated greatly, and most of them were trialists of the Li Huo, Ember and even Ash ranks. For these people, their most common is a mandatory task every ten days. The next thing to start with is like Mo Jun, who has experienced killing missions without class differences, but it stops there, those advanced mission types require a higher spatial level to access.

Mo Jun opened his mouth, he didn't expect that the act of taking out the Despair Cube in order to hunt the resentment collection would have such a far-reaching effect. I thought that the night walking of the hundred ghosts in the Reflection City was already the limit of influence, but now even the space is looking at this opportunity, and there are ember-level and ash-level trialists to go to practice... If that's the case, then the next one to make the move must be...

[You have a new warband notification]

"Sure enough. Mo Jun shook his head and said to the girl behind him: "Follow me, there may be more people in a while, don't get lost." ”

...

[Nightingale House], central hall.

The huge hall was already spacious, but now it has been expanded by temporary space spells, and it is like a vast and magnificent church hall, which can accommodate hundreds of trialists. These various trialists were dressed in different ways, and even a considerable number of races were not human, but they all wore a three-star insignia on their chests. The sound of complicated discussions was incessant, forming a buzzing echo above everyone's heads. Mo Jun took Lu Baifei to squeeze around the crowd, trying to find a familiar face, and then, he found Idric's shiny blonde hair that was coquettish everywhere.

"Hey, bro, long time no see. "Idric's perception is extraordinary, after all, he is a mage, he noticed the approach of Mojun from a long distance, and then a teleportation came to him: "The last mission took a long time, I didn't have time to meet you, I heard you say that my lovely apprentice needs help with soul resurrection..."

Mo Jun scratched his head, he hadn't entered the reflection space when he left a message last time, and he hadn't encountered the demon in the lamb maze, so he left a message for the mage, and the best explanation at the moment is...

"Sakura-chan, come out to see the teacher. ”

No matter how bright the chandelier in the hall was, it couldn't erase the existence of the shadows, and the ink cherry blossoms that came out through the shadow of Mojun made Idric stare dryly: "This is... Elemental creatures? No, it's shadow life. ”

Mo Ying had already changed into a gorgeous black and white gothic loli dress, the little girl smiled and lifted the corner of her skirt, and made a lady's salute to Idric, who was in a state of downtime, and said sweetly: "Hello teacher~ Teacher is handsome again." ”

The compliment of the junior apprentice made the mage a little fluttery, and for a while, he didn't care where he was in the depths. I saw him shake his shiny blonde hair, look up at the sky at a 45° angle and say: "That's, your teacher is a man known as the little prince of nightingale, and there are not a thousand beauties who fall under my mage's robe, but there are..."

"How many?" A sweet and soft voice came from the side, without the slightest anger, but it made Idric's whole body stagnate, and he held back on the spot in the middle of speaking: "Hmph, Sakura-chan, the teacher is the most dedicated man, and he will never do the kind of thing that eats in the pot and looks out of the pot, right, Xiaoya." ”

The golden hair like ears of wheat caught Mo Jun's eyes, but it was not the elf girl who had registered for him in the first place. With an inexplicable smile, Xiaoya angrily twisted the soft meat on Idric's waist: "Who is in your pot? Who is outside the pot? ”

It seems that Idric has a good way to take care of the nightingale in the interval between the two missions - but judging from the fact that the mage nodded and almost transformed into a husky, maybe it was accepted by Xiaoya.

When acquaintances meet, the most talked about is Mo Ying's physical condition. As a veteran mage, Idric is not the kind of low-level trialist who is fine after exchanging skills, he has all the ingredients of a great mage: profound knowledge, a motivated research spirit, and the hair of Sao Bao - Mo Jun did not find any normal hair among the mage trialists, from Moxican to the head of the chicken nest, to the "magic hair" blessed by Idric's flashing technique, the mage's play on hairstyles and hair color is simply blinding people's eyes.

Thinking of this, Mo Jun couldn't help but pull Mo Sakura, who was explaining the details to Idric, and said, "Sakura-chan, it's good to learn anything, don't get a new hairstyle on a whim..."

After a brief discussion, Idric believes that this unexpected race conversion is very beneficial to Mo Sakura, after all, it has improved survivability and spell casting ability, and as long as she follows the path of the caster in the future, no matter which spell caster it is, Mo Sakura has a fairly high elemental affinity and talent, and the disadvantages are not nothing, such as the growth of non-physical creature strength is too low... Mo Jun didn't expect his sister to carry a hammer to knock people, so this disadvantage is better than nothing.

While the warband assembly order was still coming to an end, the members of the Nightingale were still returning from everywhere, and Mo Jun also inquired about the campaign mission with Idric. As a veteran trialist of the Li Fire rank and even almost set foot in the "Blazing" rank, Idric knows everything about Mo Jun: "Campaign missions are not a very rare phenomenon, but this time it appeared in the lower city - oh, next to the world gate where low-level trialists teleported. In the past, campaign missions were usually Blazing, Baixun, or above the space level, and there were basically no such lower-level campaign missions. ”

In fact, each campaign mission usually summons 5-8 trialists within a certain space level, but it is not impossible to participate in full participation, such as this time, the discovery of a low-level plane battle often attracts the attention of the main god space, and this kind of small battlefield is the best way to hone and purge low-level trialists.

In order not to suffer the danger brought about by the increase in strength, some trialists will deliberately suppress their spatial level in a lower range, but their savings have already exceeded that of the trialists of this level. Although this kind of opportunistic behavior is not in line with the cultivation of the main god space, if they do not violate the rules, the space cannot erase them. However, when encountering such a campaign mission, which is much more intense than ordinary missions, such a trialist will be in an even more dangerous situation.

"I know a few guys who deliberately don't want to accumulate space contributions, and it seems that they are in big trouble this time. Idric shook his head and said regretfully: "To be honest, I didn't expect to encounter this kind of low-level campaign mission, I just don't know if I can come out alive this time, the next mission week is the Homecoming Festival..."

Before Mo Jun could speak, Xiao Ya increased the strength of his hand by three points, and Idric, who was twisted, only shouted in pain: "What are you talking about, the wargroup also attaches great importance to this low-level battle, as long as you follow the instructions of the Grand Master, if the members of the warband are all huddled together, the chance of survival will be very high." ”

The little couple staged a savage girlfriend in front of everyone, and Mo Jun listened in a cold sweat: "Listen to Sister Ya, what do you mean... The survival rate of trialists in general campaign missions is low?"

Xiaoya nodded, frowned, and said: "It's quite low, the average mortality rate is around 60%, and sometimes it can even reach 80% or higher." ”

The elf girl's tone was flat, but the content was a bloody fact. Lu Baifei, who had been silent, was so frightened that she hugged Mo Jun's arm directly, and Mo Jun could clearly feel the girl's delicate body trembling uncontrollably, after all, as a pastor with weak survival ability, she could only rely on her teammates.

"Silence. ”

A faint voice sounded in everyone's ears, and the sudden whisper quickly cooled the noisy hall, because this voice was not unfamiliar to them, only the newcomer who had just joined the nightingale was still probing his brain to find the source of the sound.

Idric made a silent gesture to Mojun, and Xiaoya withdrew her hand from Idric's waist. Mo Jun was even more respectful, and there were not many people who could let him show this expression, but the Lord in front of him who slowly walked to the front of the high platform was definitely qualified.

Juvens is still wearing the moon-white technician's robe, the plain robe will look stable and elegant to the wearer, but in this grand master, it sets off an otherworldly... A sense of evil. The deep purple-red pupils pierced through the lenses, and the trialists who had been baptized by the gaze all lowered their heads to avoid the gaze, as if it was not their Grand Master, but a humanoid self-propelled laser cannon. Juvens' gaze met that of several of the aura-deep trialists for a few seconds, and then shifted his gaze to Idric. The mage's reaction was even more intriguing, and he shook off his shiny blonde hair and met the Grand Master's gaze.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Juvens quickly explained the matter, and his gaze turned away from the mage with its own glowing effect at three times the speed.

"The Lihuo-level team has been assigned, and the next step is the Ember class... Hey, isn't this the newcomer, his strength has grown quite fast, but the breath is too mixed, so it's just a good time to sort it out. Juvens glanced over to Mo Jun, then swept back and rested on the object.

Mo Jun only felt that Juwensi's gaze was like a shining searchlight, and it seemed that the gaze was not just an adjective here, no wonder those previous trialists would look away, it turned out that they were blinded...

[I remember that your name is Mojun. 】

The voice suddenly came from his heart, and the communication that reached the spiritual level made Mo Jun sweat coldly, but he hadn't done this kind of communication before, so he immediately calmed down and said tentatively in his heart: "I don't know what the Grand Master commands?"

[In this campaign mission, you are one of the commanders of the warband]

"Wait..."Mo Jun didn't understand: "What does the commander mean?"

[Assemble the members of the warband, then ensure their survival.] 】

"Oh. Mo Jun suddenly realized: "It's the one who is behind the pot." ”

【... That's right, after you return, you will have your own rewards. 】

Then, the Grand Master's voice completely disappeared, and after a few seconds of communication, Juvens's eyes turned to other directions, as if he was picking other people in charge. After a while, Juvens had already assigned the person in charge of the campaign mission while turning his gaze, and the next thing he had to do was to inform the other members.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Juventus's handsome face was joyless, but his voice suddenly increased: "What I say next is related to your life and death, please listen well." ”

"You are facing a war. ”

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