Arknights, the new kid Kevin no longer has to save the world

Afterwards, Kevin asked some basic information about Gunn Town and the distribution of forces.

As for something more secretive?There are different channels for obtaining information at different levels, and some of the more secret things are beyond the knowledge of a small Sakaz mercenary like him.

Fortunately, Kevin also has no need or desire to uncover secrets.

After asking, he took Afdoga and left.

Seeing Kevin leaving, the mercenary leader finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his life was saved.

laugh!

what?Cool?

The cold numbed his body's senses. He subconsciously looked down and saw the bright red flowing down the black ice crystals like a floodgate. That was his blood!

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【It will be carried】

Effect: When the operator is deployed for the first time, the health value is reduced by 50%, and in subsequent nodes, it is easier to obtain the [Salvation] series collectibles.

Description: A strange object collected in the Ursus Empire Scientific Research Institute. In the solid ice, an unknown orange-red flame is still burning.

This is a "frozen flame". When this thing first came to the institute, it caused a great response among the scientists. However, because of the uniqueness of the sample, only a few doctors had the opportunity to come into contact with it. research, but unfortunately, they have not yet understood how it works.

Chapter 20 w and Ines

The two walked into the gate, and the guard in charge simply glanced at them and stopped paying attention.

The temperament of these guards is obviously different from ordinary mercenaries, but they are also Sakaz, and their sturdy and strong bodies are even better.

Bang!

There were no walls, just a few pieces of cloth to cover it up, so that it would not be in a simple tavern in the open air.

The mercenaries with horns on their heads were drinking and mingling inside, shouting and shouting all the time.

The low-quality watered-down ale did not dampen their spirits at all, or in other words,

They wished they could stay in this state of drunkenness and dreams.

The turbid wine made them forget the blood and fire on the battlefield, the slaughtered companions, the scars on their bodies, and the damn Originium Disease for a short period of time.At least during this time, they were free!

The tight strings finally relaxed a little at this moment. The experience of escaping from death made them more indulgent and wanton in this short leisure.

Before entering here, Afdojia consciously covered her face with a cloak. She was somewhat aware of her own charm, and she did not want to cause trouble to Kevin.

Kevin, who saw through her mind, did not dissuade her. Since this was Afdoja's own decision, of course he supported it.

After passing through the lively temporary area, the two came to the entrance of the market. According to the mercenary leader, the temporary area outside Gunn Town was used by a group of poor mercenaries who could not afford to pay much. , the market area in the center of the town has better conditions, but when entering, you may need some small "vouchers"...

"Stop, it's very unfamiliar. Are you two from outside?"

The guard stopped the two men, and it was immediately obvious that they were not locals.

"Do you know the rules here?"

Kevin flicked his finger.

Ding!

Under the sun, a golden light flashed, and the guard skillfully raised his hand to catch it.

Opening his palm, a small grain of red gold shone in the sun. The guard silently weighed the weight, then nodded and waved behind him.

"You guys go in, remember to abide by the rules, if we start a fight, Gunn Town doesn't care which one of you makes the move first, we'll let you go."

The guard gave a serious warning. He was afraid that some ignorant young man would be like a dynamite barrel and lose his mind when his brain gets hot.

At that time, it will increase their workload for nothing.

The two of them entered the market. Different from the bustle in the temporary holding area outside, there were a lot fewer people here. After all, not every mercenary can afford the "voucher". Sometimes it is enough to guarantee survival. Where can I get it? What better conditions can we strive for?

However, although the flow of people is not that dense, the buildings inside are indeed much more complete than the temporary residence outside. At least the tavern here has walls...

"Blood Hunter" Tavern.

"A glass of juice and a glass of Ursus vodka."

The small pieces of red gold rolled on the bar to the bartender's hand, which immediately made him smile.

Soon, two drinks were served.

Afdojia sipped the juice in small sips, and the sweetness suddenly filled her taste buds. The hard work along the way seemed to be relieved at this moment.

Kevin took a sip of vodka. In fact, he didn't like drinking very much. When alcohol loses all meaning to the body, wine is not an outstanding drink based on taste alone.

"There is no Bodrokas for Lie there."

He silently judged the glass of wine. It had been nearly ten days since the guerrillas started, and he didn't know what happened to the Patriots.

I'm afraid they're still moving around to fight guerrillas, right?

Kevin can see that the power of the guerrillas has not actually grown with their actions. In other words, the guerrillas are gradually being eliminated. When the patriots leave, who can take over the banner? ?That is a road with no hope.

Patriots can also see it, but the guerrillas cannot grow stronger. No one knows better than him who has served in the army. What a terrifying torrent of steel the Ursus Army Group is. It fights guerrillas and fights in small ways. Good, but once in their sights, the guerrillas are ready to invite destruction.

This was a dead end, and Kevin did not persuade him. In his opinion, the stubborn Wendigo was just waiting for a hope, a hope that even he himself did not believe. Before that, all he could do Just one thing.

march!march!

"But at least Yelena will not be in danger."

The things hidden in [Stigmata] are enough to ensure Yelena's safety.

Kevin drank the vodka in one gulp while observing other people in the pub.

At a glance, almost all of them are Sakaz with various kinds of sharp horns on their heads, and there are only a few people of other races.

However, the fierce aura they all carry seems to warn others that they are not easy to mess with.

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"Hey, it's said that Her Royal Highness's Tower of Babel is accepting people again. Why don't we give it a try?"

"That's right. With the reputation of our team, it shouldn't be difficult to join."

"But, it is said that the smell of gunpowder on the frontal battlefield is getting stronger and stronger. If we are not safe, we may be used as cannon fodder as soon as we join..."

As soon as these words came out, the other mercenaries in the team fell silent. It was true that they admired Her Royal Highness, but they hadn't even seen her yet. How could they risk their lives all at once?

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Tower of Babel is obviously the weaker side on the battlefield.

It's okay to help the princess, but at least you have to let them survive, right?

Kevin's hearing is very good, even in a slightly noisy tavern, he can still distinguish the required information, so he quickly connected the chat of the mercenaries with what he heard from Bozhuo Kasti .

A preliminary impression of Kazdaele was built in my mind.

The Tower of Babel and the Military Council?

The nominal heir and the actual controller have different ideas. The differences between the Demon King and the Regent lead to the division of the country?

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And it seems that the silent cold war has turned into a hot war.

Kevin's gloved knuckles tapped rhythmically on the table as he thought about his next trip.

At least before this, he had never had any clear goals and spent most of his time in a casual attitude.

squeak-

The door of the tavern was pushed open again, and a group of mercenaries filed in.

Different from those teams that are all big men, there are actually two women in this team?

One of them was wearing a black dress and a dusty red coat. Among his white hair, there were two strands of red hair that stood out like American cockroaches, which were particularly eye-catching.

Hanging from his waist were two protective muskets, plundered from an unknown unfortunate Sakota.

The other one is wearing a smart outfit and black boots. Her white thighs are eye-catching. A pair of black horns are also drilled out of her hair. A sharp black short blade hangs from her waist. The blood left dark red traces on it.

Chapter 21 Spying

"Hey, who is that? Quickly bring us a few bottles of wine. We want the best."

w leaned sideways and rested his elbows on the back of the chair, crossed his long legs, and shouted to the bartender.

Her companions also sat down at the same table, and soon, several bottles of wine were served.

w threw a round object casually, and the bartender quickly caught it, but when he saw the appearance of the object clearly, the bartender was almost frightened out of his wits.

With an iron-black surface and a heavy feel, this turned out to be a bomb! ! !

"Three, two, one..."

A wanton smile appeared on w's face and he began to count down.

He threw away the "bomb" in his hand in horror and hurriedly lay down. Seeing the "bomb" flying towards him, the mercenaries who were a little drunk suddenly woke up and rolled down to the ground in embarrassment, or immediately Found a bunker.

"......boom!"

The smile on w's face became brighter, he raised his hands and imitated the sound of an explosion.

boom! The "bomb" fell to the floor, making a dull sound. After rolling a few times, there was no explosion as expected.

Everyone couldn't help but look at the "bomb" on the ground again. The round body had several irregular depressions on it. It was a potato that had been intentionally painted iron gray!

They have been tricked!

After realizing this, everyone lying on the ground couldn't help but feel angry. They were originally mercenaries, so they were not a good person. How could anyone dare to provoke them without opening their eyes?

As the alcohol surged, this group of already extremely violent mercenaries drew their weapons one after another, angry!The anger of being teased!

But W still looked at ease, with a smile on his face.

"You seem very angry~, but don't forget the 'rules'."

With a simple sentence, many mercenaries immediately stopped and glared at W and his group with gritted teeth.

That's right, the "rules" here don't care who made the first move.

"Hee hee, a mere potato scared you to this point, why do you want to be a mercenary? Find a hole and bury yourself as soon as possible, lest you die in a corner and no one will collect your body."

hard!The fist is hard!

Taller!Blood pressure is high!

A few strange words almost made this group of mercenaries who were not good at words angry.

"Okay, w."

Hedley tried to dissuade him.

"If you go out, you will see something nice."

"Wait! If you have the guts, you'll find a way out of Gunn Town."

The mercenaries said a few harsh words in anger, while silently memorizing the appearance of these three people.

"I'm really scared~ Haha."

"w."

"cut."

Hedley tried to dissuade her for the second time, but W finally lost interest.

, a bunch of mercenaries who don't even have the courage to take action here are really boring.

Ines didn't say anything, just stared silently at the two people sitting in the corner. When the "bomb" was thrown, the other mercenaries were all running away, but those two people did not make any movement.

Her eyesight was very good, and she could see the man's eyes, which were like an eternal cold pool.

This is definitely not pretending to be calm!

Ines' curiosity suddenly aroused, and her magic surged.

She masters a very special spell that can perform psychic exploration and emotional interference.

In short, it means being able to see things that others cannot.

Her eyes gradually gained color.

The thick and lingering "fog" made her frown. The magic that used to be invincible now seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, making it difficult to make any progress.