An adventure team was guarding a young monk from a big city and cautiously exploring the surroundings.
"Boss, I heard that you participated in the War of the Century ten years ago. Can you tell us about it?"
A member of the team who had just joined the team asked with a smile.
"There's nothing to say, just be careful."
The captain, who is called the leader, is a meticulous middle-aged man, tall, with a full beard, and looks very majestic. There is a scar on his neck that extends from his chin to his collar, which adds a bit of evil aura to him.
The captain's eyes showed memories, but he did not dare to say more.
But after hearing this, their customers became interested.
"Captain Jia, what your team members were just talking about was the battle of the century that was initiated by the Supreme Committee ten years ago, jointly implemented by thirteen top research institutes, dozens of super-large puppet war beasts participated in the battle, and millions of puppet fighters fought bloody battles.
war?
I have only read about this war in books, but you were actually a witness to that war.
It just so happens that everyone has spent a lot of time, and now we are tired, so why not take a rest first and tell us in detail."
"without……"
Captain Jia still wanted to refuse.
As a result, the young monk said directly:
"I promise to add another 10% to your remuneration."
"Okay then."
Captain Jia thought for a while and decided that he couldn't live with money.
Their brothers lick their blood and take risks in the mist, just to save more money.
"Big right and big left, they are on guard, while the rest of us rest where we are."
As soon as Ji Yanshi was ordered to die, the others began to do their own things in a familiar manner.
Zi La Zi La!
The barbecue is dripping with oil under the stone slab, exuding a fragrant aroma.
The group of people sat together, Captain Jia sipped barbecue and drank a lot of wine, and his voice dragged everyone back to this day ten years later.
"When talking about the battle of the century ten years later, we have to talk about the Realm of Mist.
The Realm of Mist first appeared eighteen years later. At that time, the land you were on was still called the Golden Crow Province, and it was directly under the jurisdiction of the Golden Crow Research Institute.
The fog suddenly appeared and swept the entire Golden Crow Province in a short period of time.
The fog seems to be the material of another world. With your current technology, there is no way to break through their blockade. Even now, you can only explore within an infinite range.
Because there are all kinds of monsters hidden in the fog. Once you go deep into the fog, it is impossible to come back again.
It is said that several top research institutes have organized adventure teams that went deep into the place and came back alive from the depths of the mist.
However, all the information here is top secret and cannot be understood by you people.
The realm of fog is expanding every day. If we try to stop it, sooner or later, the whole world will be shrouded in fog.
Then all of you will perish.
Therefore, at the call of the Minimum Committee, the largest conscription campaign in the history of the human race was launched.
At this time, you had just broken through to the seventh level of Puppet Fighter. You were in your eighties and cold-blooded. You wanted to fight for world peace, so you decided to join the army.
The Minimum Committee prepared for that war for eight years.
At that time, you were assigned the position of deputy centurion in the Suzaku Corps under the Suzaku Research Institute.
One day ten years later, war came without warning.
Although you know that war will break out sooner or later, it is only at this moment that you realize that your preparations are far from enough.
At this time, the realm of mist has spread to eight provinces.
You follow the Suzaku Corps in battles, and the brothers fight more and more. Have you even seen the real enemy?
Because your opponents are just puppets who were once abandoned in the realm of mist.
These puppet war beasts that should have been dormant with their masters were awakened by the power of the Mist Realm. They are tired of life and death and charge towards you, Shi Duan.
Every inch of territory you retreat from is covered with the remains of puppet shells, and the loss rate of the corps is getting lower and lower.
But your efforts are worth it. Due to your efforts, the expansion of the fog has stopped, and even with your cleaning up, the fog is dissipating.
Until the mist enters the land on your feet, the real decisive battle breaks out.
You swear you will never forget the scene of this day.
King of Heaven, God of War, Yinglong, Suzaku, Soaring Snake, Yasu...
The ultra-small puppet war beasts of the Minimum Committee came out in full force, and all of you were cheering. This is your ultimate power, and you will eventually fail.
Then..."
Captain Jia's Adam's apple rolled, a trace of sweat appeared on his forehead, and a few traces of fear left over ten years later appeared on his face.
"All are defeated, all are defeated."
"You all even know what happened, and the regiment that retreated into the depths of the mist without any pushback suddenly lost news.
If it was because the battalion you belonged to was in a state of repair at the time and stayed at the front, maybe you would have had the opportunity to stay there and tell them stories."
"It's possible!"
Captain Jia's story had just finished, and the young monk frowned and said:
"The book clearly states that it was the Minimum Committee that paid a huge price to stop the expansion of the Mist Realm.
If you were defeated, why did the Mist Realm stop expanding?
Besides, the resources obtained by the Minimum Committee through the Mist Realm in those years must have been fake.
Almost every year no new ultra-small puppet war beast is born.
The strength of the Minimum Committee has been growing.
And now that even high-level puppet fighters like you can retreat into the inner circle, these top research institutes may have already conquered the depths of the fog."
Captain Jia was also satisfied with the rebuttal.
I'm used to it.
Everyone who heard my version of the story thought it was possible.
If the Minimum Committee failed, why would the Mist Realm stop expanding, and why would the Mist Realm now become our gold rush?
There are countless adventurers who linger in the Mist Realm in search of excitement, rather than the tangible benefits outside.
It's like hiring our young monk just to find a mutated puppet to conquer in the realm of mist.
For some reason, the mutated puppet core born in the Mist Realm can actually help the puppet warrior's puppet partners have the potential to become seventh-level puppets.
No one even said that the mutated puppet core deep in the fog had no potential to become a seventh-level puppet.
The purpose of the young monk's trip is to ensure that his puppet partner has the potential to advance to the seventh level.
However, due to the excessive capture by countless adventurers over the years, there are already a lot of mutated puppets in the area.
But there are still some left in the depths of the mist.
In that case, no one would doubt that the Minimum Committee would be the loser in this war ten years later.
On the contrary, the mainstream voice in the market today is that the minimum committee deliberately left the Mist Realm to be destroyed for the common resources in the Mist Realm.
The reason why young people are interested in the battle of the century ten years later is probably because they want to hear from my veteran mouth about the scenes of the Minimum Committee killing seven parties.
It's a pity that I was disappointed.
Captain Jia took the first bite of the barbecue, patted his butt and stood up.
"Okay, I don't need much rest anymore."
"Although the inner area is relatively dangerous, that's why the possibility of finding mutated puppets is relatively high. Next, you have to take more risks and get closer to the inside, so be careful.
You have to recruit new teammates before that action."
"Boss, is he worried about you?"
The team member said with a smile.
Captain Jia rolled his eyes and said, "Yes, it's just that it's too troublesome to review new team members and you're too lazy to do it."
"Ha ha……"
The team suddenly burst into laughter.
Suddenly.
Boom!
Boom!
However, a rhythmless muffled sound came from the direction deep in the fog.
Captain Jia seemed to feel nothing. He looked up and seemed to see a huge shadow appearing in front of the fog.
The fog that had not moved for ten years suddenly surged.
Above the mist, there is the sound of fine sand.
"What's that sound?"
The young monk's face turned pale, and all kinds of weird legends about the Mist Realm kept popping up in his mind.
"It's about staying calm and maintaining your formation."
A layer of fiery red armor appeared under Captain Jia's body, and a noble-looking, bright red bird with bright feathers appeared underneath.
"The Suzaku Research Institute's Suzaku Type 7 Armor, Captain Jia, is he really a member of the Suzaku Corps?!"
The young monk exclaimed in surprise when he saw the armor under Captain Jia.
Captain Jia said angrily: "He always thought you were making up stories just now."
As soon as I thought about it, the Suzaku Type 7 Armor, which had long been in tune with my thoughts, fell off from my body and turned into a flaming red bird with a low color.
"Big red, open the way!"
"The rest of me will follow."
Captain Jia remained calm.
The firebird tore through the fog, guiding the direction like a beacon, and the group moved forward in an orderly manner.
"Wait a minute, there seems to be someone here."
At this moment, a team member interrupted.
Ji Yanshi followed the sound and saw that the fog dispersed, and a vague figure appeared, getting closer and closer.
This is a young woman wearing retro costumes, fluttering white clothes, and long hair. She looks to be in her seventies, with a warm smile on her face.
Seeing that it was a person, everyone who had been waiting for him immediately relaxed.
"What? You thought it was a super-small mutated puppet from the depths of the fog that appeared. It scared you to death."
"I'm dressed very strangely, and I look strange."
"That's the most popular retro style outside small cities now. Do you understand? I heard that some aristocratic families are giving retro gifts. Do you know what they are doing?"
"Wait a minute!"
"I seem to have come back from the depths of the mist, I..."
"Damn, that's awesome!"
"He must be a low-level puppet fighter! He must be a professor at the top research institute. If he can be appreciated by me, he will definitely not have the opportunity to work as a security guard in the research institute."
Many people fell into longing again.
"I have thought that even a special team does not have that kind of strength. It seems that they have developed wrongly in those years, and they are innocent of the gift you left them.
That's great, I hope they will disappoint you that time."
The woman in white looked at the adventure group with a smile, her voice was slow or urgent.
Captain Jia knew it was his illusion. It seemed that with the appearance of the woman in white, the fog in the distance became thicker.
The tangible feeling of suffocation made me unable to breathe.
"who is he?"
"You?"
The woman in white thought for a while and said: "You remember that their lowest committee gave you a nickname. Although you hate it, you just do as the Romans do.
We call you Lord of the Lost.
Of course, you actually hate them even more when they call you a simple and elegant city lord villain."
The woman in white is Fang Chang.
Ten years later, in terms of my oppression, the Minimum Committee had to squeeze the potential, split the unity, and come out in full force.
Then I kept fighting and advancing, and played a perfect fake match.
These seventh-level puppet fighters can also cause me some trouble.
The seventh-level puppet fighter has completely integrated with his puppet partner, reaching the state of human-puppet unity.
Even I can't influence the will of the puppets inside.
Because in a sense, the will of the puppet fighter has replaced the spirituality of the puppet partner, and will be infected by the spiritual fire again.
But none of the ultra-small puppet war beasts we regard as weapons of war is my small meal.
Of course, I tried my best to show a lose-lose posture, and I also maintained the due restraint and did not take action against the puppet war beast.
I even suffered several minor blows, which gave the Minimum Committee some confidence to defeat me.
If so, I'm afraid that the Minimum Committee will surrender too soon and end up in ruins.
As everyone knows, I am a soft-hearted person.
If people come to kneel down, I will always kill them all.
Ten years is still enough for me to train enough talents to develop a seventh-level ultra-small puppet war beast.
In order to prevent the minimum committee from having enough determination to create ultra-small puppet war beasts, I also implemented fake matches and provided resources.
Forty-four percent of the precious resources we discovered in the Mist Realm that are not available in this world were transported by me from Qingxiao City and placed on site.
On the other hand, the cores of these mutated puppets were ordinary products infected by the spiritual fire that spread during my battle, which was a pleasant surprise.
Having cultivated the leek field for ten years, Fang Chang hopes that we can give ourselves a little surprise.
However, Captain Jia had never heard of the name of the Lost Lord, but he just felt that the name was a good sign.
"Sorry, junior, you have never heard of his name. You are just a well-known soldier. If there is no offense, please forgive me."
Captain Jia had a constant warning in his heart, always feeling that the woman behind him was full of security.
Fang Chang has a saying:
"I heard that it matters. Before they go out, remember to tell their lowest committee for you that you are here again.
That time I hope to receive our warm reception.
In return, that's what they're looking for."
Fang Chang casually threw a green ball that looked like a sea urchin.
"Mutated Puppet Core!"
Captain Jia's eyes lit up, but he still maintained restraint.
"With my status as a junior, I'm afraid that someone who is on the lowest committee may not be able to fulfill the junior's instructions."
"It's okay. When he says your name, the people from the minimum committee will naturally come to him."
The square palm waved.
Captain Jia and his party just moved forward independently.
Before we came back to our senses, the space changed and we entered and exited the realm of mist.
Captain Jia held the mutated puppet core in his hand and smiled bitterly: "Junior, you still have a promise."
I felt relieved in my heart.
Finally no worries.
Just when I was about to hand over the mutated puppet core to my employer to complete the mission, the effectiveness of the thing would slowly dissipate before it left the realm of mist.
"Head, look, the mist is moving!"
Ji Yanshi looked up and saw the fog rolling all over the sky, coming towards us like waves.
"Go, go slowly!"
"The fog has expanded again!"
Captain Jia suddenly had an idea and thought of Fang Chang's self-reported name, and felt a chill down his back.
I just seemed to have met a decent person.
At the same time, I also realized that I was about to be involved in a small whirlpool where I was left to my own devices.
