Even in the northernmost part of the Char Empire, even in March, even if it is noon, the sun shines directly on this unobstructed place, and it is still a little cold.

Although there are several elevators in Tianmu Town, there are many adventurers, and when it is really dangerous, adventurers climb the wall directly, and only when they are not in a hurry or have more things will they take the elevator, and at this time Don Quixote and others are standing not far from the elevator and waiting, mainly Don Quixote is unwilling to squeeze, today, the soldiers patrolling around are obviously much more, don't think that it must be Kyle's actions that day that gave the garrison a headache, so he sent additional troops.

"Next," listening to the voice, a middle-aged soldier of about thirty or forty years old, looking at the different clothes from other soldiers, probably should be an officer, was directing the adventurers to go to the elevator, until it was full, then waved his hand to the slaves on the side, and the elevator slowly went down, and the legion picked up the kettle hanging on his chest, and took a few sips.

However, Don Quixote, who was not very far away from him, touched his nose, and it was obvious that the lich's sensitive psionic ability made him sense the smell of wine, and he couldn't help but think in his heart that this officer was really bold.

"You're also going to hunt monsters?" With the help of the elevator descending, the soldier seemed to have found a chance to rest, leaned a few meters away from Don Quixote and the others, and drank a few sips of "water", Don Quixote raised his head and looked at the officer who was talking to him, his not young face revealed a different kind of vicissitudes, and there was a faint unique momentum between his eyebrows, "I think I am also a person with a story," Don Quixote thought.

"Sort of. Perhaps this man has a unique temperament, so Don Quixote answered him, and as an ordinary person he would at most hum or nod, after all, he did not like to get too close to strangers when it was not necessary.

"Hey, the beast tide is coming, I don't know if I will survive when the time comes?" The officer leaned one arm against the wall, and seemed to look at the soldiers patrolling back and forth with a slightly helpless gaze.

"Depending on your age, you should be able to retire. ”

The officer shook his head and took another long sip of wine, "I'm alone, I don't know where to go when I leave here," there was a hint of indescribable loneliness in his tone.

Don Quixote shrugged his shoulders, took out a few bottles of high-purity liquor from the space ring, and handed them to the officer, naturally these were not mixed with anything else, because he didn't want to do anything to this soldier, as for why he did it, the reason is also very simple, he still has a lot of respect for soldiers, a group of people who sacrifice their lives to defend their families and the country, worthy of respect, especially this officer, Don Quixote can even guess that he is used to fighting and will no longer adapt to ordinary human beings, such a person is actually very sad, although in fact Don Quixote guessed wrong。

The officer was not polite, took the wine handed by Don Quixote and placed it in the corner, and then looked at the elevator that had slowly risen, and waved his hand at Don Quixote, "Come on, it's your turn," he said and gently hammered his chest, "Gentlemen, good fortune!"

"Karma~" A goshawk who fished for orders passed through the wall of sighs, although it screamed provocatively, but in fact, no one was willing to take care of it, and the officer holding the wall with one hand looked at Don Quixote and others who were almost disappearing on the horizon, and couldn't help but pick the corners of his mouth, "Unexpectedly easy-going little guy, the young man has no ambition but no showmanship." ”

Saying that, the middle-aged man shook his head, as if he remembered his past self, obviously it can be said that he is still struggling, or it can be said that he is completely enlightened Looking back on the past, he seems to have a trace of helplessness, "Let you take some benefits first, and then talk to you, maybe it will be much easier." ”

After Don Quixote's figure had disappeared, he remembered the bottles of wine in the corner, and with a thought, the rest sank into the walls, and the remaining bottle flew into his hand, and then he took a big sip as if no one was around.

"Cough~Hmm~" The middle-aged officer first coughed violently, then covered his mouth with a happy face, not letting the liquid in his mouth flow out, and finally forcibly swallowed the wine with a blushing face, half a sound, and let out a long breath, "Good wine!"

There was also a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes that were originally slightly cloudy, because this delicious wine reminded him of the intensity of some immortal wines that he had quoted in the Flood World, although it was incomparable to those wines, but compared to the slightly clumsy low-alcohol wines of the Faren Continent, it also stood out from the crowd-

No one dares to ride a carriage in the endless wilderness, even if there is a space ring to install it, because the smell of horses will definitely attract a lot of carnivorous monsters, just like a high-brightness light bulb in the night, so everyone can only rely on two legs, of course, this is not a problem, after all, adventurers run faster than those horses, and have more stamina, the only exception is Celia, obviously this little half-elf is not good at fighting, so Peter carried her, but Don Quixote looked at her very enjoyable look, and suddenly remembered a famous saying on the earth, "Lori really wants to match her uncle"

After entering the wasteland, Don Quixote handed over the command to Peter, professional is professional, running a distance must take a break, the rest of the place is easy to defend and difficult to attack, the worst can also have a back road to escape, every time he rests, he will remind everyone to spray some kind of alchemy dust on his body, the role is to cover up the breath of human beings, go to the toilet must find a place to be winded, and to dig a pit first, and bury it after it is convenient.

To be honest, although all this means nothing to Don Quixote, he prefers this kind of life to those so-called intrigues, or bitter and bitter lives, not only him, but also Kyle, who has a smile on his face along the way, which makes Don Quixote feel that the money is really well spent.

The night came quietly, at Peter's suggestion, everyone found a more leeward place along the Golden River and set up camp, Don Quixote was cautious or secretly set up a vigilance magic array around it, it was okay to experience life, but it was not interesting to play with it.

After dinner, because it was not very late, although it had been decided that Don Quixote and the archer Morgan would stay in the middle of the night, everyone still piled up around the fire and chatted, anyway, it was only an afternoon's journey, and everyone's energy was still quite abundant.

But maybe it's the existence of Don Quixote, those people in the adventuring group are afraid to say something strange, and the conversation revolves around where to hunt tomorrow, Don Quixote, who sees all this, takes out his Ferren version of the guitar, Yurick.

"Let me tell you a story," said Don Quixote, who reached out and touched Celia, who was already a little sleepy in Peter's arms, "After listening to the story, those who don't keep vigil should go to sleep." He spoke, and for the sake of everyone, so everyone nodded, and then Don Quixote plucked the strings, and after a few tunes, accompanied by a somewhat poignant music, told a story that he had loved in his previous life

At the foot of Blade Mountain, about a few miles away, in a hidden place, there are several inconspicuous tents, and at the same time, they are also wrapped in a magic array with a hidden aura, and a group of knight mages are digging tunnels in full swing and carefully.

His subordinates began to dig tunnels leading to Knife Bee Mountain according to Watt's orders, and to deal with swarm monsters like Knife Bees, digging tunnels is a very good choice, in this way, the Knife Bees that the unit touches are only as wide as the tunnel passage, so that whether it is offensive or defensive, the pressure will be much less, especially once the situation gets out of control, as long as the passage is blown up, you can avoid being sucked dry of blood by Knife Bees.

Watt, who was sitting in the tent, was looking at a drawing, the content of the drawing turned out to be the internal structure of the Knife Bee Mountain, although it was only an approximation, but this made other adventurers see it, and they would definitely be surprised, normally speaking, the person who can draw this drawing must be an extremely powerful person, but if there is really such a powerful existence staring at this queen bee, where is it necessary to use such effort, and directly forcibly rush in and snatch it.

However, from the point of view of the unrefined structure, it is obvious that this is a drawing obtained through some other similar cheating method, as for what way, maybe only Watt himself knows, the world is full of wonders, maybe there is a type of people who are naturally good at concealment, of course, this is not the point, no matter where this drawing comes from, now the fact is that it is in Watt's hands, and that's it.

"Charly, how long will it take to dig up the tunnel to the location I designated?"

The thin mage who was kneeling next to Watt looked at the drawings on the table, "Commander Hui, there are a lot of soil and rocks here, and the further back you are, the more so, and in order not to arouse the vigilance of the knife bees, the speed will not be particularly fast, and from the perspective of your subordinates, it will be at least three or four days." ”

"Take your time, there is only one chance, there are still many months left in the beast tide, and the last thing we lack is time. ”

"Yes, Commander. ”

"Okay, you go and supervise them, those bastards, no one cares, maybe something will happen"

Just when Watt and the others were digging the tunnel, the Knife Bee Queen finally made up her mind to use a secret technique inherited from her bloodline to save her life, although every time she used this secret technique, her strength would be greatly reduced for a long time, and during the secret technique, she had almost no resistance, but there was no way, it was important to save her life, and the Queen of Blades also knew that with her current self, she would not be able to resist the mysterious fluctuations at all.

"Buzz~Buzz~Buzz~" A series of regular buzzing sounds came out from the mouth of the Knife Bee Queen, and then countless Knife Bees, which were much larger than ordinary Knife Bees, seemed to have received some order, and they scattered and were also buzzing at the same time.

After a while, the knife bees at the core of the entire hive began to fly in the direction of the queen bee queen's bee family, and then sprayed some kind of crystal slime through two pairs of hollow knife-like front chelas outside its room.

The slime solidified when it met the air, forming some kind of extremely hard mixture, and gradually, the entire royal bee family was surrounded by this slime, forming a round sphere, but it seemed that the knife bees were not satisfied, and continued to spit out the mixture, until the sphere became extremely large and crystal clear, and then stopped scattering and returned to where they should go.

The Queen of Blades wrapped in the sphere did not lack oxygen because of this, but floated in the air with blue light, curled up in a ball, and those blue lights shone on the huge crystal sphere, softening the crystal, extracting slime from it and began to wrap around the Queen of Blades, and gradually a small oval sphere appeared in this huge sphere, which looked like an egg, but this egg was fixed in the middle through the silk threads composed of countless crystals.

And if you look closely, you will find that there seem to be some very mysterious patterns on the eggshell inside the large crystal ball, which should be a certain kind of magic array, a kind of magic magic array that does not need Mithril and does not need the guidance of a mage.

"That guy named Naro De is such a bastard," Lux shook her fist as she stood up and shook her aching neck, "Miss Kikyo saved him, but he did that because of his own selfish desires"

"It's not that she and Fangs don't trust each other enough," the experienced Morgan pointed out the problem with a burst of clarity.

"Alright, alright," Peter clapped his hands, "let's go to bed, what time is it, I hope you can get up in the middle of the night"

Obviously, Don Quixote's story is so wonderful that everyone forgets the time, and by the time Don Quixote finishes the reminiscences of Inuyasha in one breath, half of the first half of the night has passed unconsciously

(To be continued)