Chapter 1271 - 854: Adventurers of the Tariel Continent_2

Chapter 1271: Chapter 854: Adventurers of the Tariel Continent_2

His tone was exaggerated, just as a soldier wearing Night Watcher gear hurried past, carrying a magic crystal box. He accidentally bumped into Cole’s stool, causing him to stagger.

"Hey! Look at that! Even walking seems breezy!" Cole complained, rubbing his shoulder.

For the past half-month, the Night Watchers were so busy it was as if they were flying. It’s said that the entire world’s situation seemed to have encountered some problems.

However, they were adventurers, not Night Watchers, so their information was not as timely and informed as the Night Watchers’, almost knowing everything in real-time.

He paused, his expression growing serious: "But seriously, those brothers up front are really suffering... Those Void things, they’re too sinister.

"I heard that if you’re touched by that thing, even drinking ’Holy Light’ won’t work! Once your internal organs get burned, they’re gone for good.

"Just a few days in, and some crazy loudmouths on the radio are ranting about some ’doomsday countdown’? Ha..."

Cole shook his head, picking up a dirty cloth to wipe a drop of ink accidentally spilled on the counter.

"Used to laugh at these as jokes. Now, after staying here for a while, it sounds more like a death knell."

The bustle of the mission hall seemed to pause for a moment, and the smiles on the faces of several adventurers around faded a bit.

They had all heard some rumors over the past half-month, and some adventurers even saw it with their own eyes.

Those Void creatures.

The reason they weren’t well-informed here was that the adventurers and Night Watchers who were constantly fighting never returned.

Instead, it was always adventurers and Night Watchers being sent over, and those who returned were mostly unconscious bodies, battered and broken wounded, or Night Watcher corpses.

Damn, they had never seen rows and rows of Night Watcher corpses.

Who knows the intensity of the war over there?

In addition, according to people from a distant merchant ship a few days ago, those so-called doomsday-bringing Void creatures were reported in other places as well.

The Night Watchers were fighting all over the world.

The other areas of the expansion zone.

Black Stone Pass.

The Steel Shield Adventure Group’s frontline "fortress".

The wind, carrying sand and metal shards, whistled through the newly stabilized "Black Stone Pass Expansion Zone".

There was no salty sea breeze here, only dryness, bitterness, mixed with lingering smoke from afar and a faint scent of blood.

This was the expansion zone, a territory seized by some powerful adventure groups.

And it was the Steel Shield Adventure Group that took this place.

The Steel Shield Adventure Group’s temporary headquarters—a small fortress barely cobbled together with metal plates, rough wood, and stones sourced from the spot.

Located in a relatively flat area on the inside of the pass.

Though called a fortress, it was more like a large work shed. Many places showed signs of temporary welding and patched demon pattern plaques.

Before, they couldn’t even use such high-level things.

The leader Klaus, a burly man with a scarred face and large frame, leaned against a corner of the outer wall.

He wasn’t wearing a helmet, his gray hair blown by the wind like weeds.

He held a small dagger, casually carving a piece of hard-as-stone compressed jerky—high-energy rations supplied by the Night Watchers.

This stuff was tasteless, useful only for staving off hunger.

But it was said the Night Watchers had special internal military rations, far tastier than this. Those who’ve tried it spoke highly of it, but unfortunately, they’ve never had the chance to taste it.

Yet even for this, only half a cart was delivered today.

"Only two boxes of potions were delivered. Where’s the promised ’Hemostatic Gel’ and ’Minor Vitality Potion’?"

Alchemist Leia emerged from the half-open storage room door at the back, frowning, and she tossed two almost empty potion boxes on the ground with a thud, raising a cloud of dust.

One of the boxes’ bottoms was still stuck with a specially made Night Watcher Commerce Association label.

"The prices have spiked! That’s what that old Night Watcher bastard Morin said! He said the ’Ring Tower City’ side prioritizes the front-line big defensive areas, our quota was already tight, and now there’s an extra charge. Thirty more gold coins for a unit of gel."

Her voice rose with anger, drawing glances from a few troupe members maintaining their weapons nearby.

Sitting on a relatively clean stone slab next to her was a young man dressed notably more extravagantly.

He was a representative of a certain noble alliance, Sebastian Vicks.

He brushed his gold-embroidered cuff, trying to remove the dust, but it had little effect.

"Hm, potions? This is just the beginning."

He let out a sneer, carrying a noble’s arrogance, but his tone was more resentful, "My uncle, Viscount Vicks, his fleet! On the Emerald Sea route, in ten days, three ships were wrecked by those purple flying snakes crawling out from cracks! Three whole ships! And the loss was not just money and goods, but manpower!"

He stomped the ground, kicking away pieces of Rock Armor Beast skulls from his exquisite boots.

That was three whole ships, and the major issue was that some of the pre-ordered supplies were meant to be transported here, plus he even paid for it!

He paid for it!

Damn Void! Though he didn’t know what Void looked like, damn the Void!

His money was gone!

The young noble representative seemed to be brewing with anger. He glanced around the simple yet vibrant outpost, his gaze sweeping over the drying bloodstains on the walls and rows of glistening weapons on the racks, his tone suddenly becoming agitated.

"The Royal Capital! Those old geezers in the Royal Capital, what do they know? They just cling to their wine bottles, hiding in fortified cellars! Holding those damn ’doomsday tea parties’! Discussing how to hide gold coins and fortunes deeper underground! And they say... "