Wasteland Echoer.

Chapter 21 Information before the battle (please collect and recommend)

Zine Empire, Silent Highlands Outpost A.

"MB-672: Shadow Time Bracers. Characteristics: The ore cursed by the gods is refined at high temperature into a light blue gemstone core. It is composed of a wristband woven from leather taken off after the death of other monsters. The sapphire is in the state of a six-pointed star, and the wristband The size is close to the size of a child's arm.

It can only be worn if you have the body of a child. It can freeze the time of the user's body. After paying the price of magic power and blood, it relies on the difference in time and space to achieve the shadow clone effect. "

In the haziness, Wright heard a slightly sharp voice reciting strange information word by word.

He rubbed his somewhat drowsy eyes and climbed up from the wooden bed sleepily.

"You see, the discovery of the Lost Swamp Guards was published in the Socra city newspaper again. They found the treasure."

shouted a man wearing metal glasses, a white vest, messy brown hair and sunken eyes.

His body is not very strong, and the blue ID card near his thin body shows his civilian status.

"Did you find the treasure? Let me take a look?" Brett, who had just gotten up and was washing up, became interested and came closer.

"This is a record report, right? Why is the ranked monster on the front page?" Brett was a little confused.

In his impression, the front page of the Socra City Newspaper not only introduced what major events the leaders of the Socra Committee had done, but also which highway the empire had regained and which stronghold where unintentional people had made breakthroughs.

It is relatively rare to have order monsters prominently written on the front page like this. Except for the large-scale invasion of the Wuxin people into the protective gate of Sokra a few years ago, in order to better study the extraordinary power and find the weaknesses of the Wuxin people, the scientists at the time published it as a popular science. A few issues later.

This time we want to spread knowledge openly and openly again?

Brett had a vague feeling that there had been some subtle change in the Socra Committee, but he couldn't make a judgment without information about the specific situation.

"Moros, show it to me and take a closer look." Brett said to the man wearing glasses.

Although the man looked reluctant, due to Brett's tall and powerful body and his status as the captain of the escort team, he still handed over the two pages on the front page.

"Shadow Time Bracers? Only children can wear them? Is that organization still in operation?" Brett teased.

"Maybe, maybe it's a secret research. Maybe the previous cut off of financial support for the Sequential Monster Research Foundation was just a cover-up. But Brett, newspapers are used for publicity. I suspect that apart from the name, everyone in the current city newspaper The words are all fake." Moros joked, turning the newspaper in his hand to the next page.

Although he reached out to the Silent Highland Outpost, his status as a civilian scholar allowed him to retain the habit of paying attention to current affairs.

Even though what is needed in the wasteland world is to use force to survive.

"I don't think it's fake. Now a sequential monster has been made public, maybe to test the attitude of the citizens of Sogra towards them. If this can be accepted, maybe other policies will be introduced. Have you heard about it? ?The committee in the city of Zhenetsk has begun experiments on their fighters." Brett said with a solemn expression.

"Experiment, transform human beings into extraordinary monsters? Or is it a type of lost people that is easy to control? Although I haven't read many books, I have never scored less than 2 points in the history class. You must know that the full score is 1 point." Moros used He drew a "two" with two fingers and said:

"Scientists tried it in the few years since the beginning of the new era. After all, humans are advanced intelligent creatures. Once they are contaminated by the power of pollution, they will go crazy. In the end, they will either completely become careless, or they will not be able to bear the disintegration of power. Over time, no one will do it. These experiments. I remember that those who are called superpowers are basically formed naturally without human intervention."

"So the people in Zhinetsk have found a brand new method?" Brett asked with a frown.

"Maybe, maybe it's to cheat on subsidies." Moros closed the newspaper, placed it next to Brett, tapped the table twice with his yellowed fingers, and then said:

"But I heard that many people in the Lost Swamp Guards died before they got this thing. I remember that there was a team of about twenty people. After entering the swamp ruins, one came back. Many of them had their throats bitten off by unintentional people or unknown people. The monster scratched his stomach. I heard that one man’s brains and blood were all over the floor, white and bloody, like a mixture of watermelon juice and milk.”

"Fuck, can you please stop talking, I feel sick. Come on, I can't eat watermelon milk these days." Brett yelled, and Moros' description made him feel sick.

But then, something strange flashed across his eyes. He tilted his head and glanced at Wright, who was still struggling to get up, and then looked at Moros.

"Okay, I won't say it anymore. Let's change the joke." Moros said with a weird smile on his face:
  "I remember someone asked a captain when the outpost was on a mission some time ago, 'You say every day that you want to eliminate the unintentional people and take back the homeland of mankind, so why do you huddle in your stronghold and practice target every day and don't dare to go out to fight?' What do you think the man's answer was?"

"How to answer?" Brett asked with interest.

"Because Wuxin people are too strong. Haha, don't you think it's funny?"

"Haha!" Brett said perfunctorily, unwilling to look at him from the corner of his eyes.

Seeing that Brett was not interested, Moros rolled his eyes and thought of another interesting thing.

"I heard that someone found a woman in Silent Heights." Moros emphasized in a strange tone.

"Women? It's not common outside the city." Brett became interested. He subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked his lips and said, "Be careful."

"I heard that the army met them when they were dealing with unintentional people at the end of Route 65. Behind a piece of ruins, it was almost o'clock at night. They heard singing, so they went to take a look." Moros said, with a smile on his face. His expression inadvertently changed from slightly excited to faintly fearful.

"Singing voice? Are there any other characteristics?" Brett still kept an excited look on his face.

After all, women are rare "commodities" in the wasteland world. In order to meet the ulterior needs of some people, these "commodities" are often in a buyer's market most of the time, and the demand exceeds the supply.

"Well, it sounds like it's sung in the old Krusted language. It's melodious and melodious. I heard a few guys whose ancestors were from the Krusted Empire said that the woman's lyrics seemed to be missing her country."

"Interesting," Brett said.

"I heard that they saw the appearance of the woman. She was about twenty years old. Her skin was as white as the wall. Her body was thin and sickly, but she had the brilliance of a goddess. But when they got close, the woman disappeared. , along with singing. I think if you are interested in women, when you go to the outpost station in the afternoon, you can take the initiative to apply for combat missions on Route 65 and Kefu Station. But I remind you, there are not many unintentional people there. "Young master, you better not get infected by them." Moros mocked with a smile, walked around Brett and walked out of the door of the guard dormitory. "Woman? Haha, woman." Brett covered his violently beating chest and fell into a brief reverie.

"very sour."

After listening to the chat for a long time, Wright finally got out of his confused nightmare state. He yawned loudly and stared at the white board house made of cheap steel above his head for several seconds.

Immediately afterwards, after a burst of intense tinnitus and the torment of stars in his eyes from getting up, Wright finally stretched out, lifted up the white quilt with an indescribable yellow tint, and sat directly next to Brett.

"Hey, brother Wright, are you awake? By the way, you slept very deeply. You fell into my arms after registering at the outpost yesterday. I dragged you back to the dormitory. How about I treat you well?" Brett looked at Wright with a wicked smile.

"No, that's not the feeling between brothers. It's more like a very special emotion. I can't bear it." Wright quickly waved his hand to signal Brett to stop his dirty thoughts.

Immediately afterwards, Wright began to put on the silver-white top and pants of the escort with a skillful technique. While buttoning the metal buckle on his wrist, he asked:

"Speaking of Brett, I've been feeling a little weird lately."

"Strange?" Brett's pupils contracted rapidly, and his heart slowed down for a moment. He pretended to read the headlines on the front page of the Sogra City newspaper, but his eyes were dodging something.

"Yeah. Recently I keep feeling like I'm half asleep. In the past few days, probably three days, I've had five or six nightmares. What about tentacles, witches, fireballs, all these weird things. By the way, is this mental? It's a sign of contamination. I've just been transferred to the Socra Guards, and I don't want to ruin my future because of this." Wright's identity as a "traveler" was naturally brought into Wright's body memory.

It seemed that all the previous incongruities with this body no longer existed. Brett was his good friend, the one he talked to about everything.

"Well, maybe it's because I didn't rest. But Wright," Brett put down the newspaper and took the opportunity to change the subject:
  "Did you hear that? The task committee to get through Silent Highlands spent a lot of money this time, and they want to pay us a lot."

"Remuneration?" When Wright heard this, his eyes seemed to light up.

"Well, the committee plans to open the road in about a month. Our remuneration is calculated in days, 100 Singapore dollars a day, and is paid weekly. If you are not dead, go directly to the resident chief next Monday to collect it. If you die in the hands of an unintentional person, your family will You can receive 5000 Singapore dollars as compensation. How about it? General George's arrangement is not bad, right?" Brett said with a satisfied look on his face.

"100 Singapore dollars is indeed a lot." Wright thought to himself.

100 New Dollars a day. If I fight the unintentional people here for a month, I will have at least New Dollars. That is three times the New Dollars that General George left for me before. Sure enough, the Sugla Guards have a lot of income. It’s not a small advantage. No wonder so many people want to come to the capital to work.

But then again, the big man Brett has been saying some unlucky words since yesterday, such as "not being able to see the sun" and "sacrifice". As a person who pays attention to luck in the previous world, Wright is not I hope these words will affect your fortune and bring about some unforeseen consequences.

After finishing arranging the guards' uniforms and putting on the silver-white badges, Wright pulled out the yellow backpack from under the bed, held it in his hand and said:

"So Brett, I remember when you came to the outpost iron gate last night, you said you had a mission today. Where should we wait?"

"I think about it, it should be the Kofu Station near Route 65. It is an abandoned station that was prohibited to the general public by the Socra Committee. What we have to do is to restart the station and connect the highway and the railway hub at important nodes as much as possible. Get through. About afternoon." Brett glanced at his dark white watch and said;
  "Two o'clock, it's about two o'clock. You can just take my car and follow the convoy in front. I heard that this time the elite organization 'Lone Wolf Society' hired from outside the army will lead the charge for us, and our danger will be much less. If With any luck, Wright, you may meet the man known as the 'Wolf of Odyssey' today."

"Oh," Wright seemed uninterested.

But then, he felt an electric current pass through his mind, and the female voice that had disturbed him in his dream echoed in his ears again:

"I am the messenger of the Mechanical Era, contact me."

"Wright? Why are you dazed?" Brett forcibly interrupted Wright's recollection.

"Oh, it's nothing." Wright said perfunctorily.

There was indeed something wrong with my thinking. Several times I saw these weird and weird scenes while talking normally.

I don't know if the two memories were intertwined and confused after time travel, or if the unknown "red magic source power" in my body is causing trouble.

Alas, I really regret rejecting Natasha and not entering that iron gate.

But now is not the time to regret. If I have these weird and unknown dreams again, I will really doubt whether I have "committed suicide" with a "Crazy Bear" pistol.

Brett and the others mentioned women just now. If the strange female voice I heard in my dream in the detention room of the police station is related to her, maybe Silent Heights can answer some secrets for me.

However, I have something more important.

Many previous combat skills and experiences have become scattered memory fragments that cannot be connected in series. To survive in the wasteland world, it is indispensable to learn all skills related to combat at all times.

"Speaking of Brett, my mind has been groggy these days and I seem to have forgotten something. I remember you were a sharpshooter when we were in the outer area. How about giving me an intensive shooting lesson?" Wright said in a semi-command. He said to Brett in a half-joking tone.

"Okay," Brett looked up at Wright, suddenly interested.

Then, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and whispered to Wright in a low voice like a blood-red devil:

"I'll give you a lecture, but the best place to teach is not here."

"Where?" Wright leaned back slightly.

"battlefield."

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