I used to be an adventurer like you

Adventurer, this is a very broad designation. From homeless people who decide to fight for their lives because they have nothing, to legendary heroes who save the world, they can all be called adventurers.

In the words of a famous adventurer in the future, "the adventurer is actually an advanced version of the profession of vagrant".

Among them, there are good and bad, they may be ordinary people who are good for nothing, or they may be elites whose abilities are more than ordinary people in all aspects. It could be a devout priest who believes in a god, or it could be a bandit who turns to robbery when he doesn't have a job. It may be a martial artist who has learned how to use weapons for a few months, or it may be a sword master and mage who have gone through countless battles.

But in any case, most of them have one thing in common - dreams.

No matter how cruel the reality is, they always take risks with dreams and hopes. Or to obtain financial and status that is difficult to achieve by ordinary means, or to obtain extraordinary power, or to realize some of their ambitions.

As long as they have dreams, they can persevere in this difficult world.

Most of these people who joined the Ivy League peripheral organizations were also such adventurers.

"Momiji", an organization in the peripheral organizations that specializes in combat work. There are about 100 people, and about seventy percent of them are ordinary people who have only received a little training, and they are the grassroots members of the organization, and these people are generally called warriors.

Unlike the warriors of Earth, the warriors of Golantia do not know any martial arts, but are just a group of trained militiamen. They are either not gifted enough (most attributes do not exceed 10) or have nothing and therefore do not have the opportunity to be formally trained. Whether it is combat ability or exploration ability, they are not very proficient.

Such a person is recognized as weak chicken and cannon fodder even in the group of adventurers who claim to be high and low.

But even if you are a weak chicken, even if you are cannon fodder, as long as you stick to your dreams, you will get ahead sooner or later.

Grant is such a young man with a dream, he learned about the Ivy League, an organization that loves his life, and he came to Wind Helmet City from the village non-stop, and defected to its peripheral organization, Red Leaves. After a period of training, he became the captain of the martial arts squad with excellent results.

Young people who have dreams and want to make a career always have an endless common language. It didn't take long for Grant's warrior squad members to establish a good trust and cooperative relationship with each other.

A week ago, he received a task assigned by the organization.

This is a very important task, and he needs to lead his team members to be stationed in the Aurora Forest, the economic lifeblood of Stormhelm City, and protect the "Spring Stump", an important device that allows the Frostleaf Tree to grow in the polar night.

In addition to this, they have a second mission - to round up a gang of thieves from a rival Ivy League organization who recently posed as students at Milhouse College.

The Ivy League is a new sect formed by a group of druids and priests who believe in the god of spring, and although it is now too weak to appear as a natural organization, there are still hostile believers who want to wipe out the sect in its cradle.

The "spring pile" of ivy allows plants to continue to grow in the polar night and cold winter, providing people with much food and materials. The Ivy League is a sect that really works for the welfare of people, how can it be destroyed by people who ignore it!

It is no exaggeration to say that the peripheral organizations of the Ivy League are almost all spontaneously established by the beneficiaries of the Ivy League, and then these organizations are connected with the Ivy League. For these peripheral organizations, the beliefs, beliefs, and expectations of the Ivy League give them the necessary resources to survive, and also give them the opportunity to realize the value of life that should be insignificant.

Therefore, in order to protect the "Spring Pile" he guards, he is willing to pay any price and even his life!

"Captain, look at the tracker!"

The team prompted, and Grant looked at the tracker brought by the druid from the Ivy League. The flat panel on the tracker shows the preset map and the location of all the "Spring Piles", and from the beginning, the "Spring Piles" from the place where the Druid Emissary from the Ivy League is located are moving south.

"The thieves of the hostile organization took the 'Spring Pile' at the most important node, is he provoking? Mister, you take four men to chase after you, and Camille and I stay here. Remember, according to the previous plan, it is better to capture the thief alive than to shoot him with a bow and arrow. ”

After instructing the team members to participate in the siege plan, Grant and Camille, who stayed behind, began to pay extra attention to everything around them.

As the two best players in the team, the pressure is the greatest at the moment. According to credible information, the thieves from the hostile group were a lone ranger, so it was safer for the group involved in the siege to move with a large force. The two of them need to be on guard against teammates who may appear as thieves...... If you are caught off guard by a rogue teammate who suddenly appears and causes the "Spring Pile" to be stolen, even though that is the problem of the intelligence members, they will inevitably share the responsibility.

But even if he doesn't think about this, he who loves Ivy League will definitely pay 200% attention to stay.

In the moonless polar night, two big men, Grant and Camille, were alone, and when the tension of the two guards after everyone had left at first faded, there was endless embarrassment.

Camille, feeling this awkwardness, decided to say something to ease the atmosphere.

"Grant, ahhhh

A sudden sound of breaking through the air sounded, followed by a crisp cracking sound and the wails of teammates. Grant, who had some combat experience, immediately lay down, judging the direction of the attacker from the sound and angle, and looked for a cover to block himself.

However, this is only a conscious operation, and in reality, Grant's knee, who had just fallen and rolled to roll to the back of cover, was also pierced by a precise arrow.

"Ahh

A teenager dressed in a wide costume that didn't fit his body came out of the shadows, took the "Spring Pile" and left, without even looking at the two of them.

Grant and Camille clasped their knees, thinking to themselves that they might never be adventurers again......

On this night, the same thing happened six times in different camps, and each time it shot through the knees of the defenders out of sight without even saying hello, and drifted away with the "Spring Pile".

From this night on, the prestige of the "knee killer" spread throughout the Momiji organization.