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"Ah, welcome to the eighth squad, we are short of manpower, and the captain and vice-captain have died in battle. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Alan. "As soon as we were ushered into the door of the eighth squad tent by Captain Carlo, a dog man with a prosthetic leg on his right foot ran up to introduce himself.

"Alan, how old are you?" I asked, surprised. He looked a little more than half my height, and he still looked like a child: gray fur, big watery eyes, a black pointed nose, a long, narrow mouth, a tongue sticking out of his mouth, and a small tail wagging behind him.

"I'm 12 years old, come, please come in, please come in~" Alan still invited us in so enthusiastically.

"Don't look at Allen's age, in fact, he is already a veteran with a four-year career as a mercenary. Head Carlo introduced.

We all let out exclamations when Link spoke, "How can you let such a young child be a mercenary?

"No, big brother black goblin, if it weren't for Captain Caro taking me in to work in the mercenary group, I would have starved to death outside, Alan turned around and said seriously, "I was born with a disability, I was abandoned by my parents since I was a child, I had to live by begging, and I lived with a full meal, and then I came to the mercenary group, Captain Carlo asked me if I would like to do things here, I am here to support myself, although there is danger, but I live a happy life, and I no longer have to look at other people's eyes to survive." ”

After listening to this, we all thought about it, and Captain Carlo said beside him: "This is the law of the desert, there is a reward for paying, you can't live by others alone, you must rely on yourself to survive." ”

"By the way, why are you the only one on the team, isn't there another member of the team?" Neil asked.

"Oh, you said Sam, he's seriously injured and in the medical treatment right now, which means that I'm the only one left in the eighth squad with combat effectiveness. ”

"Why did you suffer so many casualties on your mission?" asked Anne curiously.

"The mission was quite simple, to be a caravan as a guard, but we were too unlucky on the way, and we actually ran into the 'Desert Tyrant', and the entire caravan and us were basically wiped out, and I and a few others survived. Sam was lucky, and he still had a life. ”

"What is the 'Desert Tyrant', is the desert a powerful bandit?" asked Emma.

"It's not a human, it's a type of the lower dragon clan, and the other name is the Black Horned Pterodactyl. It likes to inhabit the desert, roaming at will to attack any creature it touches, its personality is quite violent, it can be said that it is the monster that the desert does not want to encounter, even the A-class warrior may not be able to escape when it touches it, so it is a tyrant in the desert, and if you touch it, your life will be pinched in its hands. "It really doesn't show up very often, and it's like winning the lottery when you touch it." ”

"Are dragons also hierarchical?" Emma asked curiously.

"Of course, the lower-level dragon clan is the lowest-level dragon, it can be said that it is just a large monster, they are generally huge, not easy to tame, and the most important thing is that they have a strong physical attack ability, and in some countries, the tamed lower-level dragon clan is used as an important combat force!" The intermediate dragons are dragons with considerable intelligence, and the main difference between them and the lower-level dragons is that in addition to having a strong physical attack ability, they also have a powerful attribute dragon breath, as well as the same wisdom as humans, and it is said that some middle-level dragons can understand different languages in various places, and can communicate with any creature without barriers at all. Neil said so much in one breath, paused to ease his breath, and continued: "High-level dragons are very rare, I heard that the royal family and nobles of the Temple Kingdom are high-level dragons, they generally transform into human form, if they change back into the form of a dragon, they will have the divine power to change natural phenomena, such as soaring clouds and mist, calling for wind and rain, and the sky and the earth cracking. They generally don't show up often, and they don't participate in the battles of various countries on the mainland, but they just live a peaceful life in the Temple Kingdom, so no one has really seen the so-called high-level dragon clan until now, and even if they do, they probably don't know, because they look no different from ordinary humans. "At this point, Neil has finally instilled in us his full set of dragon theories, and as for how much he remembers, it depends on his personal creation. Everyone present was silent and fixed on the spot.

"Okay, I'll send you here, although Alan is a veteran of the eighth squad, he is still young. Chris, I see that you usually have a good leadership temperament among your five, so let you be the captain for the time being, Neil has a good mind, so he will be the vice captain to assist Chris, and it will be decided so happily!, bye-bye!"

"Yo, Captain, command us well!" Emma quipped.

"It doesn't matter who the captain is, as long as I am ordered to do it. Neil said seriously, and seemed a little unconvinced that I was the captain.

"I see, is this what is called a career in office?" Link began to express his high opinion again.

"So, Captain, from today we are members of a squad, and I am ready and ready to carry out the mission. Alan said as he walked up to me, carrying a rectangular black machine behind him.

"What is this?" I asked curiously, looking at the iron block that seemed to be quite delicately constructed, it should not be just an ordinary iron brick.

"Oh, this is my weapon, the portable heavy repeating crossbow, which I designed and manufactured myself!" Alan took it off and showed it to me, I carried it for a while, it was quite heavy, after all, it was a big lump of iron, did Eren carry it around like this when he went to the battlefield? It's not easy!

"I'll show you, it's not convenient inside the tent, let's go to the shooting range outside!" Alan suggested.

We were all curious to follow Alan to the shooting range to see something strange. Once at the range, Alan took off his weapon and aimed it at the humanoid target in front of him. I saw that he pressed a button from the side of the iron block, and suddenly the rectangular object changed: the left and right sides automatically expanded to form the shape of a giant crossbow, the string was also automatically adjusted, and the lower end of the iron block also automatically fell to form a bracket, which could allow the giant ballista above to rotate in all aspects on it, so as to facilitate its precise aiming, which was simply a small turret.

Alan gently pulled the trigger, and suddenly a sharp arrow shot out, hitting the head of the humanoid target, and then looking at Allen's giant crossbow, after shooting the arrow, it was automatically wound, and the arrow slot where the arrow was released was also automatically replenished with an arrow from the arrow magazine below.

Alan continued to shoot, and shot four arrows in a row, hitting the target's head and chest respectively, the accuracy of the hit is still quite high, even a child like him does not need to use a lot of strength to shoot with such a heavy crossbow in his hand, it is really a very ingenious design!

"Wow, Alan, you're so smart, did you really design it yourself?" exclaimed Anne from the side.

"Hehe, big sister, I'm very good at mechanics, the prosthesis on my right leg is also made by myself, although it's still a little bit unsharp, but I can basically walk and run like a normal person, and I will continue to improve in the future, to make sure that I can't see that my right leg has a disability. Allen's eyes lit up at this point, and I couldn't help but think of a guy who also liked machines, yes, it was him, Neil! Sure enough, he was listening to it with relish at the moment, and it seemed that sooner or later the two of them would smell like each other.

So, we went "furious" The eighth squad of the mercenary group was successfully reorganized, but after all, we are only the eighth squad, and as the captain, I am only B-level combat power, not as good as the first to third squads in the top ranking, those are all ace squads, and the members are all A-level warriors or magicians, and the tasks they often receive are also such as assisting border soldiers against small-scale armed conflicts against the imperial army, or crusade against tricky monsters or criminals that even bounty hunters dare not fight, the danger is quite high, and of course the commission is not ordinarily expensive. As for us, it was not quite challenging for me to give them a hand and deal with some inconsequential small tasks, such as being temporary bodyguards, guarding caravans, etc.

Another three weeks passed.

"Alas, why is there another mission to escort the caravan from the Eastern Oasis to the Northern Oasis, we have been mercenaries for almost a month, and there is still no news of the eldest brother~" I walked out of Deputy Captain Dolly's tent and complained to Neil behind me.

"You said they wouldn't help us check, would they?" I whispered to Neil.

"I don't think so, didn't Captain Carlo tell us some information about Principal Axes and their organization two days ago?" Neil replied to me.

"There is not much valuable information, only to find out that most of them are composed of a group of soldiers who have left or retired from the army, and have been advocating the theory of border threats, asking the government to be vigilant and take precautions as soon as possible, otherwise they will take measures to defend the country by themselves, which is really an extreme hawkish style!" I said to Neil as I returned to the team doing squats.

"yes, what will happen to the situation in the future, and where is the big brother?" Neil muttered to himself.

"Vice Captain, I saw your magic guide, it's really well modified, and it actually adjusts the strength of the dragonstone's magic power output by adding a miniature gear so that it can combine all the magic power into intermediate magic, so that one magic guide can emit both low-level and intermediate-level magic, what a good idea!" Allen said to Neil at this time.

"Actually, I also want to increase the magic power of the dragonstone by changing the size of the dragonstone inlay hole in the magic guide and adding a few more miniature gears, so that the magic guide can emit stronger magic, and even emit a power similar to that of a high-grade dragon stone!" Neil's face began to be excited, and he began to think of himself again.

"Yes, yes, absolutely, you can also apply some lubricating oil at the joint of the gears to reduce friction, which can reduce the loss of magic power from the dragonstone output, and you can also increase the rotation speed, and you can even remove a few pinions and replace them with a larger gear..."

Seeing these two mechanical madmen chatting so excitedly, I shook my head, covered my ears with my hands, hid in a small corner of the tent and continued to do my squats...

At noon that day, our eighth squad was fully armed to escort the caravan to the northern oasis, and it was so fast that it could be reached in the evening.

Originally, I thought it would be another simple task, but I didn't expect it to be very dangerous this time...

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