Chapter 1270 - 854: Adventurers of the Tariel Continent

Chapter 1270: Chapter 854: Adventurers of the Tariel Continent

Warship Port.

As the true core of the entire expedition team, the convergence point for all resources, the Warship Center that developed as the heart still remains so special.

Not far away, a place where a large number of adventurers gather.

Task Center.

You can only see this thing here because there are almost no civilians here, just adventurers.

However, it is said that in about half a year, when the pioneer area stabilizes and enters the initial development stage, the first batch of immigrants will arrive.

Anyway, there’s no official news, but everyone keeps passing rumors until it sounds real.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty humid air, blows through the wide arched entrance into the bustling Task Center.

Sunshine pours through the tall windows onto the repeatedly polished oak countertop and smooth stone floor, casting dappled shadows.

The air is filled with the scent of sweat, leather, faint herbal fragrance, and the distant smell of rust and seaweed wafting from the dock.

These adventurers, considering they’re always fighting here, you can’t expect them to really maintain good personal hygiene.

The registrar Cole is a thin human; his dark circles almost fall to his cheekbones.

He is holding a water-dipped pen, writing flamboyantly on a gigantic parchment scroll, almost shaking the feathers off.

Beside him is a mountain-like pile of task scrolls, exuding a mixture of aged ink and new parchment scent.

A massive light screen hangs behind him, densely packed with task titles and danger level markers.

Red like they’re bleeding, and pitifully few are green.

These tasks continue to refresh like a waterfall, emitting a faint buzzing sound.

"Hey! Cole old buddy, still breathing?" a loud voice overpowers the noise in the hall.

Beastman Daniel pushes aside several novice adventurers studying the tasks, his enormous body "clang" resting on the counter, shaking the ink bottle.

He’s still covered in uncleaned jungle decay leaves and swamp mud, a strong stench assaults the senses.

Cole wrinkles his nose in disgust, replying displeased, "You don’t lack the money, can you do a little cleaning magic before heading back? Don’t you find it uncomfortable?"

Despite his words, his hands don’t stop, skillfully taking the damp, heavy leather bag Daniel hands over, filled with sharp creature teeth and mixed with green slime.

Only then does he begin to address the awkward conversation.

"Still breathing, just stronger than the scent on you!"

Cole retorts, understanding the old beastman well, "That E-7 zone task regarding the Poison Needle Scorpions? Two days overdue? I knew this bunch of surveyors wrote the report in their dreams."

"More than just dreaming!"

Behind Daniel, Elf Mage Lila tiredly massages her temple, her usually meticulously groomed silver hair somewhat disheveled.

"A medium-sized scorpion nest as planned, turns out almost a kingdom emerges! The mother went crazy spawning.

"And those damn Acid Worms, wandering from who knows where. If it weren’t for your reminder to bring extra ’Night Watcher special flasks’ before departing..."

She gestures throwing explosives, "We would’ve been crushed into scorpion dung! Now, with tasks, the dry rations on the way almost match the energy spent fighting creatures."

She complains, her tone filled with fear and deep exhaustion.

It’s hard to believe an elf, so elegant and beautiful, would speak so crudely.

No choice, that’s the charm of being an adventurer, the allure of being a Night Watcher.

Near red is close to red, near black is close to black, easily slipping into misbehavior.

"Is that even a matter?" A small figure nimbly climbs onto Daniel’s shoulder, it’s Half-Elf Scout Pik.

He chews jerky from who knows where, shouting in a sharp voice, "You didn’t see last month Hog’s unfortunate team! Sawtooth Swamp! Confronted with Bone-Gnawing Armadillos, their skin tough as nails; neutralizer couldn’t even dent the jar.

"’Snap’ and the jar broke, potion wasted, risking their lives desperately. Now accepting tasks, not only must you bring enough money upfront, but also account for potential creatures along the way, it’s ridiculous!"

He makes a face, drawing laughter and complaints from other adventurers waiting to submit or accept tasks nearby.

But no choice, manpower is truly scarce now, especially for Night Watchers.

Cole sighs, lays down his pen, shaking his aching wrist, pointing to the unsettling red area at the top of the light screen: "See that? Red high-risk tasks, another row added since last month! Why?

"Control zone? Tch, this territory expands rapidly, half a month, just half a month! Before Iron Flower bloomed, now the front outposts extend nearly three hundred kilometers!"

He lowers his voice, drawing closer mysteriously, subconsciously poking upwards with his hand.

"Seen that iron flower floating outside? The Night Watchers’ technology... mysterious. Since it bloomed, those engineer soldiers behave like they’re on frenzy potion, even ’Black Stone Pass No. 2 Outpost’, yesterday I heard was up in an instant.

"Manpower? Where’s the manpower! Even my clerical staff was drafted to support the ’Steel Broken Cliff’ defensive line yesterday!"