Noel is an old patrol soldier with little experience, and although it may seem strange to say this, it is true, because the elves have little to fight and some fierce monsters do not actively approach the settlement and attack, so most of the soldiers have not experienced any actual combat until the abyss invades.

As one of the many soldiers with no actual combat experience, Noel was very fortunate to have been assigned to the rear to carry out law and order maintenance and field patrol and vigilance duties, and did not go to the front line to participate in combat. However, the middle-aged uncle's good fortune was finally completely exhausted today, and Miselle summoned him by name, and then gave him an extremely difficult task.

[Take a group of rookies deep into the hinterland of the abyss to find and destroy the other party's interference equipment? This kind of hellish difficulty task should be handed over to an existence like Lord Angellot, right, what does it mean to deliberately find me, an old rookie?]

Noel, who was full of doubts and dissatisfaction, did not refuse Miselle's order, in fact, when he learned that the counterattack force was completely annihilated by the abyss, the battle situation was almost equivalent to collapse, and the uncle was ready to be taken away by death at any time, but he thought that he would die in the last defensive position, but he did not expect to be sent to the hinterland of the abyss.

After Noel arrived at the meeting place, looking at the soldiers who seemed to have been selected to participate in the operation, he saw that the soldiers who had been selected to participate in the operation were gathered to chat, and the uncle somewhat understood Miselle's approach. Because what appeared in front of Noel were a group of old fritters, not skilled craftsmen or knowledgeable researchers, and there were no young people who were all men, even if they all burped, they would not have the slightest effect on the entire group.

He was treated as an outcast. The uncle shrugged his shoulders with a self-deprecating smile in his heart, and then strode into the middle of the group of old fritters, and before he could greet them, Miselle, who had come with Noel, clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention.

"Well, I think you all know the reason why you're here. The Abyss has sealed off our world with some kind of instrument, and no one but themselves can set up a stable dimensional passage here, and even directional teleportation across planes will be affected. As a result, neighbors in the vicinity, who are also threatened by the Abyss, are unable to transport the main forces and weapons and equipment to us, and they will definitely not be able to defeat the Abyss. So, I need a brave group of brave warriors who dare to sacrifice to destroy that jamming instrument so that our allies can send troops over to assist us in our decisive battle against the Abyss. ”

Perhaps due to the overall personality of the elves, Missel's tone and lines were a little flat, not at all like a pre-battle mobilization to boost morale, but even if the elder turned into a mustache that was often wantonly raised by the player and shouted there with exaggerated body movements, the group of old fritter soldiers probably wouldn't have reacted, and looked at her with a blank expression.

Noel obviously didn't pay attention to the lecture either, he looked back and forth at his teammates in the crowd, and it turned out that the uncle really found a lot of guys he was familiar with. For example, Wallace, who is good at archery, is also the captain of a patrol team like Noel, but he is never serious, and his water bag is always filled with wine, and the pungent smell of alcohol is always emitted to the surroundings.

Even though he was asked to participate in such a dangerous mission, even if Miselle was speaking at the moment, Ya still carried a water bag and poured some kind of clear and transparent emerald liquid into his mouth—to which the elder only glanced at him, but said nothing.

Do you think there is no need to deal with the dying person? Noel secretly smiled bitterly and walked up to his old friend, holding down the other party's water bag to stop him from continuing to drink, and whispered: "Don't drink, or do you plan to get completely drunk before you leave and be left behind instead of participating in this death mission?"

"Hiccup!" the drunken Wallace was a little thinner than the others, despite the slender size of the elven race, "You're right, I do have this intention. But even if I'm really drunk, that old witch will have someone drag me over and use it as bait to create opportunities for the team. ”

“...... You're really drinking too much. ”

Noel knew that the old friend in front of him had always been a bohemian existence, drunk as much as his life and liked to flirt with girls everywhere, and no woman was willing to form a family with him until now. If Wallace could correct his bad habits a little, and with his amazing archery skills, where would he still need to go out hunting to earn change, he must have been promoted a long time ago.

As a result, this guy was stunned, not to mention that he could only show his archery skills in a slightly drunk state, and even tried to tease an underage girl in front of the other party when Miselle was inspecting the work of his subordinates one day, and then Wallace's title to Miselle changed from an elder to an old witch, and it has continued to this day.

"You're just too cautious. Wallace had to put away the water bag when Noel stopped him, and then said to the latter in an angry tone, "We are all a group of people who are going to die, and it is right to shout and curse loudly at the nose of the person who sent us to die, and if you dare to talk back, you will fight with her, this is a normal development, okay?"

Wallace's eyes flashed with a rather dangerous light, which made Noel shudder and at the same time remembered the demonic beast that had become crazy after being injured, and hurriedly put his hand on the other party's shoulder: "This task is indeed difficult, but Mistress Miselle told me that she will prepare a teleportation scroll for everyone, and if necessary, you can use that thing to escape, it can't be said to be pure death." ”

Escaping with a teleportation scroll or something can only deceive himself, Noel actually knows very well how far the teleportation array can send people out, or every elf knows very well about this, it is impossible for them to return directly to the elven clan from the hinterland of the abyss through the scroll, at best they are only delaying the arrival of death.

But at least that thing gives people a little hope, doesn't it, what if you are lucky enough to avoid the pursuit of the abyss and make it back?

"Oh, is there a teleportation scroll?" Wallace gradually returned to his usual lazy and slightly drunk appearance when he heard this, and his body relaxed somewhat, "I think you were the last to come, and you were with that old witch, plus you also know about the teleportation scroll, could it be that you were appointed by the old witch to be the captain of this head sending team?"

"Send the head troops...... But you guessed it right, I was appointed captain of the team, and it was a terrible promotion. ”

Noel wanted to continue to say something, but Miselle had just finished speaking, and Angellot, who was behind her, strode up to everyone and bowed slightly.

Compared with the elders who have always been high and rarely show up, Angellot's popularity is obviously much higher among the people, except for Wallace, who still looks like a hanger, everyone else has straightened their postures and returned the salute to the girl seriously, so that Nangong Rong, who was watching from a distance, couldn't help but feel a little funny, while Octavier had a look of deep approval.

"Miselle's popularity doesn't seem to be as high as that of a junior, so is it true that everyone likes young people more?"

"Okay Nangong Rong, this is obviously the most intuitive manifestation of whether you are close to the people or not, don't say that people are like idols in the entertainment industry. Although youth does occupy quite a bit of an advantage in it......"

"yes, yes, you think so, right?"

Then the boy was educated by the Shogu (scheduled) with a hand knife.

Although the humans talk in a low voice, it is no different from whispering in their ears to the elves with good hearing, and it is not known if the humans did it on purpose. Anyway, Noel only knew that Miselle's face was changing wildly as if it had been splashed with various paints, and he had to desperately hold his breath to not burst out laughing.

Angellot doesn't go with the party to such dangerous places, she just comes to buff everyone so that they can improve their chances of success and survival. Everyone naturally raised their hands to welcome this, and several nervous guys were greatly relieved after being irradiated by the pure white light released by the girl, as if their whole bodies were full of strength and courage.

It was also thanks to this that everyone shifted their attention from Miselle, who showed off his face-changing skills, to Angelot, and avoided an old aunt's madness on the spot.

Although it is not clear what kind of skill Angellot used, Noel could feel the huge improvement it had brought to his body, and now he was confident that he would definitely win against a brown bear wrestling uncle.

"Good, you've been blessed with Angellot's Blessing skill, it's time to act. Miselle waited for the elf girl to retreat and then walked up again, pointed at Noel and said to the group, "Noel, I think everyone knows him, it doesn't matter if you don't know him, you just need to know that he is an experienced veteran who has been a patrol leader since more than 2,000 years ago, and now he obeys his command in action." ”

The humans in the distance began to nag again, only this time the subject was Noel.

Lin Weiyin (with an exclamation on his face): "Wow, I've been a patrol captain for two thousand years but has never been promoted, how bad is this guy's interpersonal relationship, doesn't he know how to give gifts to his boss?"

Octavier (doesn't want to agree): "Maybe it's just that he doesn't have any abilities of his own?"

Nangong Rong (firm tone): "How can I be appointed as the leader of this team with no ability, it is definitely because that guy didn't handle interpersonal relationships well." And it's because of his bad popularity that it's normal for him to be recommended by his boss to Misel to participate in this kind of mission, right?"

Noel couldn't help but burst into tears when he heard this, and reached out and touched Wallace's waist next to him.

Immediately, Wallace, who was slightly drunk but not slow to react at all, turned sideways and avoided: "What are you doing, I don't have a hobby in that area." ”

"I don't have either, I just want to borrow your wine to drown my sorrows, otherwise I really want to bend forward with a frustrated body now. ”

Who knew that after Noel said this, Wallace hid even further: "What are you kidding, I have a rare century-old wine on the market......"

"It's obviously an ordinary fruit wine you brewed from the cat's hidden fruit grown in your backyard, or you asked me to help you make it a few years ago. You are not the only person who can tell what kind of wine it is by smell, but I can also do it after a long time with you. ”

Wallace, who was exposed, could only frown at this, and slowly untied the water bag on his waist with a painful expression on his face, and handed it out: "Then, you can only drink one sip." ”

However, Noel did not take the water bag full of cheap drinks, because Missel had already waved his hand and ordered the troops to go to battle, and the uncle had to be busy directing the team to avoid a mess when everyone entered the teleportation array, so he naturally ignored the water bag handed by his old friend.

This is probably the first time Wallace has thanked Miselle from the bottom of his heart, although the reason for the gratitude is too much.

"Everyone line up and prepare their weapons!" Noel had received some information from the elders, and was fully aware of the troubles that he and the others might encounter, so he loudly reminded the team members to get ready to avoid a rush after the teleportation, "Although the location of the interference instrument is roughly locked, there is no teleportation array on the other end to receive our wave of teleportation, so we will randomly appear somewhere near the target." If you're lucky, you might be in a deserted wilderness, or if you're unlucky, you might be teleported directly to a group of abyssal monsters, and you don't want to have no weapons in your hands when you encounter such a situation, right?"

Hearing Noel's words, the team members all showed a look of imminent enemy, pulled out their weapons, took a position, maintained a dense formation, and slowly entered the teleportation array.

Wallace also took off the longbow behind his back and followed Noel's side, and if there was any danger that caused the team to be scattered, he and his old friend could cooperate with each other in a ranged and melee combat.

Will we be able to come back alive?" Wallace was about to subconsciously ask this sentence, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the human boy in the distance suddenly wave towards the outside of the teleportation hall, and then a group of strange-looking humanoid puppets made of dirt swaggered in.

What was that? With this question in mind, all the elven soldiers who saw the puppet were teleported away.

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