Finally, the day to go to the hidden land has arrived. It is not a special moment, nor does it have any other meaning, just like when you wake up one day and suddenly want to go on a trip with your friends.
Comes out of the blue.
Boluogo put on his clothes and checked his weapons. After being promoted to a defender, he analyzed his abilities for a while, discarded some unnecessary weapons, and added many new things.
The resentful bite was inserted into the scabbard and hung on the waist. A little bit of sticky, translucent colloid overflowed from the metal gaps. This was the Void Sword Oil specially prepared by Mamo for Boluoge. As a consumable, Mamo originally
Prepared several cans.
The saw ax of cruelty is inserted into the strap of the thigh. As a source of sin weapon, it comes with the protection of rage and sacrifice to fight. When necessary, this will be a trump card for Boluogo to make a comeback.
In addition, Bologe had another copper-colored bracelet on his hand. When he handed this thing to Bologe at first, Bologe was still a little confused, but he quickly recognized the bracelet.
Contract object·Time ring.
This was once the contract object of Red Dog, but was recovered by the Bureau of Order after his death. Now it has been passed to the hands of Boluogo. Its effect is to consume one's own time in exchange for the distortion and stasis of the surrounding time.
To ordinary people, this is an extremely expensive contract, but to the undead, time is the cheapest commodity.
Bologo guessed that it was for this reason that the Bureau of Order believed that he was the most suitable for this contract object and should become its holder. This was all Bologo's current equipment.
The Bureau of Order also provided Bologe with some options for high-level alchemy weapons, but Bologe gave up after picking and choosing.
Too many weapons will hinder Bologo's battle. It is better to select a few and keep them to complement your own fighting style.
"Hey! Wake up!"
After going out, Bologg knocked hard on the door next door. He was no longer a roommate for the time being, but Bologg still retained the habit of waking up Palmer. Palmer was full of complaints about this.
After a rustling sound, Palmer got dressed and walked out.
"ah……"
He let out a big sigh of relief.
After being promoted to the Power Bearer, Palmer also went through a round of equipment changes. In addition to the lucky dice and storm feathers, he also added a cyan rapier. The cold metal surface was carved with smooth patterns, like
It's the sea of clouds rolling over the sword blade.
This rapier did not come from the Bureau of Order, but was a weapon issued to Palmer by the Clerks family.
As the heir to the Perfect Path, the Road of Feng Si, every step of Palmer's growth is under a strict schedule, including his arcane tendencies, derived sub-schools, and the configuration of his alchemical weapons.
After countless trials and errors by the predecessors of the Clerks family, they have reached an almost perfect optimal solution.
It can be said that Palmer's extraordinary path was clearly arranged by his family. Realizing this, Boluogo actually felt a bit envious and once again understood Palmer's heartless temper.
How did it come about.
Palmer didn't need to think too much at all. He just had to keep his head down and get promoted. The rest had already been taken care of by his predecessors.
"Where to start."
Palmer dragged his luggage and followed behind Boluogo and asked.
"The transfer station, we will pass through the Winding Path Gate from there, shuttle between various outposts, stop when we reach the outpost on the edge of the Hidden Land, and then take the train prepared there in advance to reach our destination."
Due to the special nature of his work, Boluogo rarely had the opportunity to travel. The furthest trip he had ever taken was to the Hazama Kingdom.
But at that time, due to the attack by the Zongge Band, various outposts came to a standstill, and it was impossible to travel through the winding paths. For this reason, we could only spend a lot of time and slowly advance by train. This time was different, the outposts in the Rhine League were operating
Well, they can easily span long distances.
Boluogo waved his hand, and the oncoming wall suddenly cracked, revealing a patch of turbidity and darkness.
Palmer was stunned for a moment, rubbed his eyes, and suspected that he had seen it wrong.
"After my application, we can move freely within the farm, but there are some restrictions on the destinations we can move to."
Except for the decision-making room, that is, the upside-down hall, as well as the containment area and the dark cell, Boluogo can now move around the Order Bureau unimpeded.
Borrogo said as he stepped into the darkness. Before Palmer could sigh, a hand stretched out from the darkness and pulled Palmer into it.
In the darkness, the vast silence squeezed Palmer's mind. He actually hated the transfer station. He always felt that he was in another different world, full of shuddering weirdness and uneasiness.
Burlogo patted Palmer on the shoulder, and the intervention from the outside world erased the silence in Palmer's mind.
"Ha ha……"
Palmer's breathing was slightly rapid. He glanced at Boluogo and saw him pointing ahead. A large number of people had gathered not far away. It seemed that the two of them were the last to arrive.
"Good morning everyone."
Boluogo said hello, his eyes flashing across the crowd.
The number of people in the mission was smaller than Boluogo expected. It seemed that the fourth group did not come out in full force, but only sent some high-level sublimation practitioners.
This is true. The strength of the envoy itself is already terrifying. If there are more people, Boluogo will hardly be able to tell whether it is a negotiation or a war.
Hmm...the two don't seem to be contradictory. At least the current size of the group can make the reaction of the Secret Group less intense.
Both Holt and his lieutenant Evan came, but their expressions looked a little bad, especially Holt, who had a gloomy face all the time and an iron ring that looked like a shackle on his neck.
Burlogo did not stay on them for too long. As for Holt's depressed expression, he also heard about it in the discussions among the staff.
As the youngest defender who had high hopes from the Bureau of Order, Holt had always had some arrogance in his heart, until this arrogance was completely defeated by the Prince Regent.
Although there is a gap in rank between the two, and winning or losing is obvious, Holt's self-esteem is too strong, and this reason cannot convince him.
In addition to the people in the fourth group, Boluogo also met the envoys of the Secret Group. Osana stared at the darkness around her and the countless doors erected in the darkness. She was very curious about the etheric technology of the Bureau of Order.
On both sides of her were two young men. Bologger remembered their names. The slightly taller one was Rolfo and the other was Soti. They followed Osana like guards.
The staff hated Rolfo and Soti, and once called them the original extraordinary nobles. Of course, this was mostly ironic. Everyone disliked these condescending guys.
After waiting for a short time, Nathaniel arrived.
A tall figure walked out of the darkness. Nethanil was wearing a standard Bureau of Order uniform. His swollen muscles highlighted the delicate lines on the fabric. Nethanil's appearance was not as casual as before. He specially combed his hair and put it on his head.
The scattered, lion's mane-like hair was arranged behind her head.
The arrival of Nathaniel attracted everyone's attention, and everyone looked at him, waiting for his further instructions.
Nathaniel said nothing, and the transfer station had already understood his will. In the darkness, countless doors began to fly up and down, like huge snowflakes. Boluogo vaguely heard a crisp sound coming from the darkness.
, like a bunch of keys colliding with each other.
Among the overlapping doors, one door was finally screened out. It emerged from the darkness and fell in front of the crowd.
The logo of swords and chains is engraved on the door, and below the logo is a number of forty-six.
"Outpost No. 46, the one closest to the Hidden Land."
Nathaniel said and opened the door.
When Boluogo passed through the door of the winding path and his vision returned to clearness, the influence of traveling through the long-distance winding path also surged with the recovery of his senses.
Boluogo only felt a twist in his stomach, as if his intestines were knotted, and a continuous feeling of vomiting squeezed through his throat.
Before the switch, Boluoge was bound to feel uncomfortable for a while, but after using the Void Sword Oil many times, Boluoge had gradually become accustomed to the influence of the winding path. This time, it took him less than a minute.
Just return to normal.
Familiar screams sounded beside Boluogo.
"Sorry, let me."
Palmer covered his mouth and said vaguely. He didn't have time to look around, he just wanted to find the toilet quickly and spit out.
Several unfamiliar staff came forward. They had received the news in advance. The deputy director visited the outpost in person. They had been guarding the post early in the morning. Similarly, they also anticipated various reactions after traveling through long winding paths, and skillfully took the
He picked up the plastic bag and handed it to Palmer.
There was an undisguised sound of vomiting.
Boluogo looked a little embarrassed, and then he smelled some strange smell, which smelled like barbecue sauce.
Many people had nausea reactions, but everyone recovered after being uncomfortable for a while. Few people reacted as violently as Palmer. After another burst of vomiting, everyone barely guessed it based on the smell in the air.
What did Palmer have for breakfast.
Holt, who had always looked serious, finally relaxed. He patted Palmer on the shoulder and said humorously, "You should have a lighter breakfast."
Evan followed Holt closely, taking out an injection from his pocket like a drug dealer, "Do you need some medicine?"
Palmer repeatedly waved his hand to reject the two people's kindness, picked up a tissue to wipe his mouth, and then tied the mouth of the bag.
"It's really hard for me to imagine you becoming the head of the Clerks family," Bologo said in a low voice.
"This is a normal physiological reaction!" Palmer protested.
At the end of the interlude, people looked around. This was a courtyard with a layout similar to that of the pillar courtyard, but the overall size was much smaller than that of the Order Bureau.
In front of the mission, the outpost commander had been waiting here for a long time. Boluogo looked at him. He was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties or fifties. His face was thin and angular, and there was a round hanging on the bridge of his nose.
He wore glasses and his oily hair was neatly combed back.
When Boluogo saw him for the first time, he thought he was a gentle civil servant. But the next second, Boluogo was keenly aware of the ether intensity emanating from the man.
Basekeeper.
Not only that, the staff following the man also showed etheric reactions of varying intensities. Most of them were people with power, and almost none of them were those who were in the first stage of sublimation.
Boluogo's expression gradually became serious.
The Glorious Ones hold the supreme power of the extraordinary road. They are still human beings, but in the eyes of many people, the Glorious Ones have been transcended to a certain extent. Pious people believe in them as gods, and rational people regard them as gods.
Make pieces of human-shaped strategic weapons.
Because of this, under normal circumstances, the Glorious Ones will never be active in the world. Most of them hide in the dark, giving the enemy an invisible deterrent. At this point, when the Glorious Ones do not participate in the battle, the defenders become
It constitutes the main force of each force to maintain its own ruling order.
This situation applies to almost all extraordinary forces, even the Bureau of Order. Within the Bureau of Order, the defenders hold various important positions and are important entities that maintain the operation of the Bureau of Order.
Bologg never expected that the decision-making room would actually send a defender to be the outpost commander. Bologg was not the only one who was equally surprised. Palmer also looked shocked. Fortunately, he didn't make a fool of himself this time.
The shock only lasted for a moment, and was naturally covered up by him.
He whispered, "Bologo, I feel something is not good."
Boluogo responded softly, "It's too late to turn back now."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the winding path closed slowly, and a heavy lingering sound echoed in the ears of the two of them.
Now that Boluogo is considered to be in a high position, he also has a general understanding of the strength and composition of the Bureau of Order.
If the Order Bureau is divided into three parts, one-third of the power is concentrated in the Order Bureau headquarters in Oath City Opos, which is responsible for the main operation of the Order Bureau, guarding the deadly monsters and monsters in the city, and serving as a fortress to maintain secrets with the king.
Sword confrontation.
Another third of the power belongs to the extraordinary families and secret societies that support the Bureau of Order. They are the main source of staff for the Bureau of Order and the main supporters of logistical resources.
The last remaining third are these outposts scattered across the vast land of the Rhine League.
No matter how powerful the Bureau of Order is, its ability to rule can hardly radiate from Oath City Opos to the entire Rhine League. The same goes for those extraordinary families and secret societies.
In order to deal with this problem, the Bureau of Order has placed a large number of outposts within the territory at a certain density. Depending on the importance of the watch area, the number of personnel in the outposts and the overall strength of the outposts vary.
Most of the outposts are maintained by believers, and a few outposts will be managed by people with authority. This is the first time that Boluogo has seen a defender stationed at the outpost. What's more terrible is that, except for him,
There are many people in power inside the outpost.
This is no longer an outpost, it's simply a fortress.
"Welcome, long time no see, Deputy Director."
The man stepped forward and shook hands with Nathaniel. His voice was very gentle, reminding Boluogo of the teacher in the classroom.
Nathaniel responded with a smile, "It's indeed been a long time, Heine."
"I didn't expect you to travel together."
Heine looked at Osana in the crowd. The two seemed to have known each other for a long time. Osana just nodded to Heine and did not intend to say anything to him.
The smile on Heine's face remained, and then he greeted Holt, "Oh, Holt is here too. We haven't seen you for a long time."
"It's been almost ten years," Holt took the initiative to step forward and shake Heine's hand. "I miss working here very much."
It sounds like Holt was working here before he took charge of Extremis Outpost.
The tedious polite conversation continued, and Heine moved his eyes to Bologna and Palmer, who also took the initiative to chat with each other.
"Palmer Clarks."
"Oh, Clykes boy, I've heard your story."
Palmer didn't know what to say for a moment. He had long been trapped by the fact that he had become famous at a young age. What's worse, it wasn't a good reputation.
Heine then looked at Bologg, and before Bologg could speak, he spoke first.
"Bologo Lazarus? I know you."
The other party's proactive attack disrupted Boluogo's prepared words. Heine continued, "I have always wanted to meet you, the rising star of the Bureau of Order. But because of my busy work schedule, the last time I left here was in secret.
War time."
"A rising star?"
Boluogo was stunned for a moment, what the hell kind of name is this.
"Don't you know? You are a person who has risen rapidly in position and rank in the modern Order Bureau. Everyone calls you that," he continued in a low voice, "If it weren't for your immortal status, I would have
It is suspected that you are Nathaniel’s illegitimate son.”
Heine looked at Boluogo and then at Nathaniel, "At least you two do have similar eyes."
Boluogo suddenly felt that this guy was not that polite.
Heine took a few steps back, not giving Bologg a chance to speak. He clapped his hands vigorously to attract everyone's attention.
"Okay, now let's start the next thing!"
Heine turned around and led the way, with Nathaniel following closely behind. The team started moving again, and Borogo and Palmer came together and whispered.
"Do you know this place?"
"I don't know, I have no impression at all," Palmer said, "Outpost No. 46, all outposts in the Bureau of Order are numbered... Can you clearly remember one from a bunch of numbers?"
"certainly."
"Well, maybe you are better at math, or maybe you have a better memory," Palmer interrupted abruptly, "Wait a minute, what I want to say is..."
"The equipment of the Condenser here is a bit too luxurious?" Boluogo said first.
Palmer hesitated for a moment, then nodded repeatedly, "Yes, the configuration is too luxurious. The defenders are followed by a group of power-bearers. This is simply the configuration of the tenth group. They have placed an action team to guard here!
What the hell are they guarding? The last outpost with this configuration was guarding the evil in this world."
After being promoted to the person in charge of power, Palmer was a little carried away, and now reality has brought him back hard.
"I can probably guess some reasons." Bologna and Palmer walked very slowly, following at the end of the team.
Palmer said slowly, "I guessed it too."
Both of their eyes fell on Osana's back. Boluogo spoke first, "In any case, the Secret Group is a potential threat to the Bureau of Order. It is better to maintain independence and peace.
, but once they choose to be enemies with the Bureau of Order, a sharp knife will be inserted from the inside."
Boluogo suddenly thought that if during the Secret War, the Secret Group and the King's Secret Sword joined forces to attack the Bureau of Order from within, the outcome of everything would really be uncertain.
"Outpost No. 46 is responsible for monitoring the secret groups, and will also turn into a fortress when necessary to block the attacks of the secret groups, or help the Bureau of Order attack."
Palmer subconsciously touched the handle of the dagger at his waist. He realized that this trip was not as simple as imagined, and no one knew what was waiting for them later.