"Let's get started, Captain, what are we waiting for?"

"Yes, if you don't move your hands and feet in this ghost weather, I'm almost freezing."

After arriving here, looking at the regimental leader Ginod who was chanting a short poem, the excited mercenaries suddenly urged - Helvig stood aside, and with the noise and laughter of the mercenaries, the birds in the dwarf pine forest flapped their wings and the snow fell.

Now that those people are gone, it's for the best.

But the necessary vigilance must not be relaxed—Helvig stared at the inscription on Viscount Afrady's tombstone, as if thoughtful. But when he saw the regiment commander Ginod in front of him, he quickly put aside those distracting thoughts in his heart.

Now he's just a mercenary, that's all.

The mercenaries used pickaxes and other tools to pull out the snow covering the top side of the mountain, revealing brown and fishy soil, mixed with some dry grass stalks—more than two dozen mercenaries, except for five standing on the perimeter to watch, the others were already digging.

……

"Mr. Gross?"

Miss Mage Ladya only felt that it was suddenly dark in front of her, and there was silence all around, and she exclaimed in some fear.

"I'm here."

The bandit leader then made a voice from the side, and then he coughed lightly, "Scott, Oliver, Levine, are you there?" ”

"Yes, chief."

In the dark space, with no fingers in sight, Gross took out the flint from his arms, and the burst of fire lit up the surroundings in an instant, and only four pairs of bright eyes were seen.

What the hell is this?

Could it be that the copy is blackout?

He secretly complained in his heart - this situation is indeed very similar to the situation of unexpected power outages at night in the real world in his previous life, but now this is the copy of "Thorn Waiting", isn't it too weird to have this situation?

Turn on the system, and the radar map centered on him shows four teammates.

The light of the flint was fleeting, and the field of vision returned to the lightless world.

Breath in the ear.

The friction of the feet against the floor.

Everything is normal.

Only the boundless darkness enveloped them like a tide—the sound of tinkling could be heard far away, but from which direction it came.

Leaving the dungeon?

Gross clearly remembers that leaving the dungeon in the game is not such a way - the official saying is that the "dungeon" is a parallel space that mirrors the real world, and if you plan to leave halfway, there is only one way to clear the dungeon except to kill yourself and recover your life point in seconds.

They have already cleared the dungeon at this point.

Gross also found the way point in the room in the corridor, but they were separated from the teleportation circle by a long corridor and several rooms.

The sound seemed to be getting closer and closer, and it hit the eardrum intensively one at a time.

The inky black curtain seemed to have been cut through by someone, and a crack suddenly appeared in the darkness.

Some glare of the sun.

Then there was a loud rumble - the mercenaries' excavation was in full swing, and the real-world copies began to fall apart and crumble at this time.

The vision returned to light—not the faint soft silver glow of the copy, but a clean, blue canopy, clear as if it were washed, with only a few white clouds stretching the soft threads.

Dwarf pine forests, mountain bags, human figures.

Gross blinked, vision quickly adapting. Beside them, a group of stunned men were standing.

They took off their coats, and some even untied their hands and breastplates from the leather armor or armor on their bodies, holding iron pickaxes in their hands, and dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at the five people who had unexpectedly appeared.

What is this?

Did you see the hell in broad daylight?

Some of the timid ones had a quick brain, and quickly remembered the legends about Diel's undead—a tall, thin mercenary who dropped his pickaxe with a clatter, his two rows of teeth chattering and clicking, and his trembling legs that were like chaff involuntarily retreated.

Because he didn't have eyes in the back of his head, he tripped and fell on a bulging rock, and suddenly fell on all fours.

Surprisingly, no one laughed.

Eyes staggered in the air.

"I never imagined that I would meet you again in such a place."

Ginod saw the young man.

The young mountain man was a sword man, and standing next to him was the cute blonde girl.

There were five people in total, which happened to be the same team they had seen earlier in "The Shepherd's Ocarina".

Although he didn't understand how the group had come out of the dirt, Ginnod had noticed what was in the young man's hand.

The silver glittered as a necklace with a small heart-shaped box hanging from the thin chain.

Necklaces, boxes!

The mission items that the big man entrusted them with this trip!

Ginnold didn't see a string of necklaces, but Rael!

Massive Rael!

Helweig had noticed the movement in the pine forest, and he immediately gave the battle order - except for the fallen guy, the other mercenaries gathered, they sorted out their armor and weapons, and then quietly took out the foot crossbow they were carrying, and began to wind it.

"I was surprised, too."

Gross looked at the unkind group of men, and under his keen gaze, he had discovered something extraordinary.

Pedal crossbow, a weapon of war in the legion.

Although the mercenaries used the dwarf pine to disguise their movements, the steel strings of the crossbow were folding in the sunlight and reflecting the cold light.

"Well, it seems that Your Excellency is here for a reason. By the way, we are also here to find an item......"

Ginnold greeted with a smile and a friendly smile.

The words in his mouth were extremely capable of expressing harmless kindness, of course, he did not think of the idea of friendly negotiation with the other party, but at this time, the arrow was on the line, and he preferred to make a deal without a penny.

As Helweig said, what about the swordsman? In the face of more than ten strong crossbows, he can only obediently bow his head.

Right now, he only needs to buy a few seconds, and he can even imagine the image of the cold crossbow aiming at this mountain swordsman.

Despite his ulterior intentions, Ginnod's tone became more and more kind.

How can young people grow up if they don't suffer a little.

"Huh-"

A thin blue line flashed through the pine forest.

The cold winter air sizzles, and the pine needles of the dwarf pine fall due to the turbulent air current.

"Looking for your old wood!"

Before Ginnod could finish speaking, Gross opened his mouth and violently interrupted—his figure activated almost at the same moment, as if the wind was speeding away, bringing a series of afterimages in the vision of Ginod and the other mercenaries.

Ginnod decisively draws his sword!

The young man's movements are extremely fast, but his reflexes are not slow. To avoid that kind of one-hit thrust, this time he and his mercenaries wore helmets.

The throat area is also specially equipped with protective armor.

Unfortunately, Gross wasn't aiming at him.

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