To be honest, Ning Feng was actually a little hesitant when he saw the building.
He really didn't expect to see a facility like a tavern in such a tense place on the front line, and it also had a medieval retro design.
"Well, well, you can just say it is."
After thinking about it, Andrew smiled and explained:
"Mr. Mephistopheles, is this your first time coming to the front line?"
"Well, I have been dealing with other matters before."
"That's it...then it's normal that you don't know. It's also a branch of the Adventurers League. Although it also does some so-called tavern business, it mostly serves as a place for handing over tasks."
Walking in front, Andrew led Ning Feng and Shilin, who were dressed in Qiao Zhuang's clothes, pushed the door open and walked in.
Noisy, manic, laughing...
This kind of scene, which is very common in taverns in various works, is not present at all this time.
The atmosphere in the tavern was indescribably depressing. Almost no one spoke, and even if there were speakers, their voices were kept low.
At the bottom of the silence and calm, there seems to be an emotion that is constantly spreading and growing.
Anger, or fear.
The shadow of death gradually shrouded this frontline battlefield.
Looking at such a scene, Ning Feng sighed softly and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear:
"It's not optimistic."
The situation seems really not optimistic.
After experiencing several rounds of head-on conflicts and paying a large number of casualties, those who originally had illusions had to recognize the facts.
The situation in front of me is not the usual trivial fight.
This is not the past where victory can be achieved as long as enough people work hard.
This is the last barrier before the bloody battle zone on the second front, and it is the second line of defense against extraordinary creatures.
If even they have this attitude, what about the people in the bloody war zone?
How desperate would they be?
What kind of emotional changes will they have?
"Yes, the situation on the front line is not too bad, but it can hardly be said to be good."
Andrew did not look back, his eyes silently met the people passing by, and sometimes he even nodded slightly in greeting.
"Of course, the real situation is definitely not like this. It's just that this is a team belonging to Duke Hanthorn, so..."
Andrew didn't say the reason behind it, but Ning Feng and Shilin both knew the meaning behind it.
Grand Duke Hanthorn had an overly aggressive offensive policy, and the legions he was responsible for achieved the greatest results but also paid the heaviest price.
The people staying in the tavern now have either just taken a break from the battlefield, or they have already planned to leave the team voluntarily.
In such a scene and such a group of people, it may be difficult to find laughter on their faces.
While Ning Feng was thinking, he suddenly felt his spirit being gently touched, and Shilin wanted to have a spiritual connection with him.
Without hesitation, Ning Feng accepted it directly, and then felt an unusually stable mental fluctuation.
Just like the vast but waveless ocean, Shirin not only had no worries after seeing such a scene, but actually calmed down.
("Don't worry, the situation is not as bad as it seems.")
Gazing across people's faces, Shirin commented lightly:
("Although their fighting spirit is not high, most of their bodies have been stained with blood, and most of them are other people's blood.")
After experiencing this kind of stability, even Ning Feng's somewhat uneasy mood stabilized and he chuckled:
("Yeah, I can smell it.")
There is a smell of blood on these people's bodies.
Even though they had been cleaned, Ning Feng could still clearly analyze it using his perception field and nose.
Although some of their bodies are made up of human blood, most of them are made up of the blood of extraordinary creatures.
In the current battle situation, humans should still have the absolute upper hand.
As for what is going on, that is the main purpose of Ning Feng and the others coming here.
"So, who are we looking for?"
The tavern, the territory of the Adventurer's Guild Alliance, and the team members who are strong enough to match...
In addition, Ning Feng had a vague feeling in his heart. His sixth sense told him that he might meet an acquaintance.
Ning Feng's impression was that there were not many acquaintances who would appear in places like taverns.
Before Ning Feng could start to eliminate the clues, Andrew led them to a room, raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door.
Dong Dong...
Before he could exert any force, an angry roar came from the house.
Boom!
"Listen to me!"
"Listen to my explanation! Didn't I say it? I have a reason to go now!"
Ning Feng's ears moved, and he vaguely heard an angry growl after hearing a hard knock.
That voice is still somewhat familiar...
Ning Feng's brows moved, and in the mental connection, Ning Feng whispered unexpectedly:
("This voice is...")
It can't be wrong.
The owner of this voice still left a deep impression on Ning Feng.
Andrew didn't notice anything unusual about Ning Feng, so he knocked on the door and directly opened the door and walked in.
"I'm sorry to bother you at this time, but I have a proposal."
Standing by the door, Andrew chuckled at the man who turned around in the room:
"Come into a team with us."
"Our destination should be the same."
The man who had just been roaring angrily at the contact device immediately turned it off. He straightened his clothes, coughed slightly, and turned back.
He looked at Andrew, whom he had known for some time, and then at Ning Feng and Shilin behind him.
"...The destination is the same?"
Without asking about their identities, he stared at Andrew and said in a hoarse voice:
"Are you sure? Don't try to trick me."
The unusually handsome man strode up to the three of them and said in a deep voice:
"If something goes wrong, not only the Eli family, but also the Jia Silin family will not let you go."
That's right.
If Ning Feng remembers correctly, he has never remembered wrongly.