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Chapter 272 This is... the Alphalia Camp? (1)
No one knows where a person will emerge from if he falls into the sea of ​​sky.

Even people who have reached the continent of Arad from the sea of ​​sky cannot answer this question.Because they all passed out as soon as they entered the sea of ​​clouds, without exception.

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Located at the junction of the Principality of Bel Mare and the kingdom of the mysterious Dark Elf, there is a towering mountain that is almost impossible to climb, and the majestic mountain range is regarded as the national boundary.Regarding the name of the mountain range, the Principality of Belmar and the Kingdom of the Dark Elf have different names. The Principality of Belmar calls this mountain 'Afaria', while the Kingdom of the Dark Elf calls it 'Neupera' .At both ends of the mountain range, there are gathering places of two different races.One is the Afalia camp, where humans gather, and the other is the small town of Neupera, where the dark elves gather.

The reason why fighters from both races gather here is that under this mountain range, there is an underground space that has been passed down since ancient times—the Dark City.

The origins of the Dark City are beyond investigation, but it suddenly appeared in the eyes of the world hundreds of years ago.Because the two races discovered it almost at the same time, they both wanted to be the first to explore what was contained in this mysterious land.

But a terrible thing happened. When many strong men from the two races entered the entrance of the dark city with mutual hostility, a strong breath of death swept the entire underground space.

Except for the dozen or so epic fighters from the two races who entered the underground space at that time, the other hundred legendary fighters all died under the attack of the death air, and none of them were spared.

After that, a large piece of evil soil was produced on the originally peaceful space outside the entrance of the dark city, and endless undead creatures began to appear.Except for a mysterious cemetery of their own that some legendary peak elders of the dark elves opened up when they were dying, the entire underground space was occupied by these undead creatures.

Since then, except for the powerful masters of several races, no one has been able to step into the entrance of the Dark City, and they are all restrained in the remaining evil places in the underground space.

With the evolution of time, although no one tried to enter the dark city to find treasures, the remaining evil places have gradually become treasures for fighters above the legendary level.One-third of the low-level legend-level masters of the human race in the entire continent are fighting against the power of the "Long-legged Roots" among the giant beasts of the sky, and one-third are weakening the power of the "Cold Dragon Scasa" in the Ten Thousand Years Snow Mountain. arrogance.And the remaining one-third are permanently stationed in the Afalia camp, monitoring the mysterious changes in the 'Dark City' while training.

The peak-level legend-level masters and epic-level masters are lurking in more dangerous areas, monitoring everything that may threaten the existence of human beings.

As for the demigod-level myths who don't know their tracks, they all sit in the most important places among the three major kingdoms, suppressing the last details of human beings.

This is the duty of a fighter. Since the first day of becoming a fighter, there will not be much luxury and luxury.The "Warrior's Code" and "God's Blessing" inherited from ancient times have supreme power, urging all human beings who have armed forces to work hard to protect the reproduction of the race all the time.

If there is a human fighter who wants to give up his obligations and live in seclusion to live an ordinary or luxurious life, it is not impossible.It's just that all fighters who do this will always bear the contempt of the ordinary people around them, and the punishment of the gods taking away all their power and turning into mortals.

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"boom!"

At the foot of the silent Afalia Mountain, there was a sudden explosion of moderate magnitude.Because the Dark City has been an area where fighting has been very tense since ancient times, the hundreds of mercenary regiments stationed in the camp quickly dispatched their phantom thieves to sneak towards the direction of the sound.

Among them, a small team nearby reacted the fastest, immediately put down their activities, and rushed in this direction.

What makes them react in this way is, of course, the legend that there are often mysterious treasures that break through the alien space, descend on the continent, and get all the rich ones.Because of the precedent, these people will run over like the jumping primitive Dougs as if they have been given hormones.

"Fart's treasure! Captain Banal is a human being... covered in tatters. I don't know who threw him from the sky according to the trajectory. If he didn't miraculously avoid most of the raised stones, he would have died a long time ago. It's gone." A middle-aged phantom thief with extremely fast speed covered his face, slapped the humanoid body in front of him with the back of the sharp dagger, and said to the person behind him in disappointment.

"Carry him away, although there is no treasure. But since he is a human being, he cannot be left alone. Moreover, he will be thrown here. Something interesting should have happened to him. You can take him back to inquire about it." Surrounded by Among the dozen or so people on the hillside, a burly man stroked his beard, thought for a moment and said.

After finishing speaking, several people stepped forward, quietly and quickly picked up the tattered humanoid body, and disappeared here in an instant.

They were just the most inconspicuous small mercenary group in the Afalia camp. If they didn't make a quick decision, they wouldn't even be eligible to eat soup, let alone eat meat.

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Afaria Camp, Banal Gold Squad, and dilapidated tents in the northeast corner.

"Ah!" A weak voice mixed with pain sounded, looking very weak.

"Boy, you're awake." Old Lilong noticed Lu Zhan's body fluctuation at the first moment, and said.

"How is it, senior. Where am I now? Is there any danger?" Lu Zhan's performance is far less fragile than his appearance. Although the injury is serious, the Zhiyun double shadow sword that has long existed in the spiritual space has been prepared. Ready, it can be activated in an instant.It's just that he still has his eyes closed, and his whole body looks weak and weak.

"You passed out when you entered the sea of ​​sky, and then drifted along the sea until you fell here. As for where this is, I don't know. But what is certain is that these people don't have much for you for the time being Maliciousness. There are quite a few desires to find out your details." Old Lilong's voice was calm and stable, which made Lu Zhan feel relieved and let out a sigh of relief.

Details?Land Warfare has been in the continent of Arad for so many years, and his mind has long been as steel. No one can make him reveal anything in this regard.

"Hey, brother. Are you awake? Drink some of this stuff when you wake up, it's good for your body. We've seen your injuries, they're all external injuries, just take a rest and you'll be fine."

No one knows what the old Brutal Dragon and Lu Zhan said, but Lu Zhan's first cry of pain pretending to be weak woke up a scar-faced man nearby from his sleep. He picked up a glass beside him, which was already half cold Brusto's milk, placed beside Lu Zhan, said calmly with a hint of kindness.

This is a simple and dilapidated tent with only a broken mat and a cushion.Lu Zhan was lying on the mat, and the scar-faced man was on the nearby cushion, and next to him, there was only a cup of half-cold milk.Even if it's just a tent, this kind of facility looks very desolate.

Hearing this, Lu Zhan got up slowly, picked up the milk beside him and drank it in one gulp, then looked at the scar-faced man beside him and said sincerely: "Thank you."

Lu Zhan didn't suspect that there would be something added to the drink in the cup, because when he was unconscious, these people could kill him and snatch the space ring from his hand.But this kind of thing didn't happen, and the space ring was still worn on the right hand.For benefactors, Lu Zhan never doubts, even if it is someone who repays the favor.Because kindness is kindness, it is something that cannot be erased.

"We're all human beings. We should help each other no matter on the Arad continent or in the Alphalia camp. But at first we thought that the treasure broke through the alien space and rushed to the mainland, but in the end we were all happy. The scar-faced man smiled helplessly at Lu Zhan who was still wearing a mask, and said slowly: "Since there is no problem, then come with me to meet the captain. There are some questions, the captain would like to ask you."

Seeing that Lu Zhan's body was fine, the scar-faced man immediately made a request.After Lu Zhan saw a look of anxiety on his face, he immediately understood and didn't refuse. He simply stood up and walked out of the dilapidated tent with him.

On a small hill, more than a dozen dilapidated tents stretched together.Except for the symbolic wooden fence around it, there are no wooden structures, and there are not even guards at the door.Lu Zhan is the largest shareholder of the "Warrior Glory" mercenary group that is flourishing in Hutton Marr. Even if they have never eaten pork, they have seen pigs run. Just by looking at it, they know that this mercenary group has already Embarrassed to the point of extreme horror.It can even be said to be on the verge of collapse.

A mercenary team, appearance is everything.Even if it's so bad that it can't be any worse, you have to do a good job at the surface.Otherwise, whether it is a possible customer or a fighter in a circle, they will subconsciously despise you.And for a team that has given up on appearances and has such poor economic conditions, no matter how charismatic and powerful the team leader is, he cannot issue shining gold coins to his subordinates. The result is that the team will still fall apart, and there is absolutely no second possibility.

And this team, it's obvious that it's rotten to this extent.

"My friend, please sit down. I am Baner, the captain of the Baner gold mining group. The camp is simple, please bear with me." In the slightly larger tent in the center of the dilapidated camp, there was a big brown-haired man with a classical Western European style. Sitting on a chair with a missing leg in the middle, he is only 40 years old, and already makes people feel old, with faint white hair mixed with black hair.

(End of this chapter)