Chapter 239: The Sprouting of the 238th Legion Battle

Chapter 239 238.The Sprout of the Great Legion Combat
Thirty year old Smoke Sang, a rather odd little player.

His character attributes were extreme, with a full 8 points of Perception and 7 points of Dexterity that amazed Brother Woo Meow, and even more outrageous were his two character specialties.

One was [Flight Expert].

This one was an extension of Smoke Sang’s real-life profession.

In reality, he was an instructor at the Civil Aviation School, and before becoming an instructor, he flew a special airplane for a while, the kind that spreads pesticides as well as engages in firefighting and rainfall.

The second specialty is awesome, it’s called [Dangerous Intuition].

The description of the specialty was that he was able to detect upcoming dangers and prepare for them, and anyway, according to Smoke Sang’s own words, it wasn’t likely that this was also a special result of his career.

“Think about it, flying an airplane sounds cool, but the chances of surviving a real accident are slim to none, anyway, in our line of work we have to be bold and careful, and dare to let go when necessary.

Not I blow, some years ago when flying an airplane had a number of dangerous situations, are relying on my old brother I have a limit operation before turning the danger into safety.”

In the last car of the carriage caravan departing from the Executive Yuan, Smokey Sang was bragging about his past career to the Woo Meow Brother Six.

You don’t have to say, ordinary people really can’t meet this kind of “special talent” in reality, after all, flying an airplane is really a technical job, ordinary people can’t do it.

“Alas, is this line of work more people are also afraid, not only their own, family members are also afraid.”

Smoke Sang whacked his knees and sighed:

“Since that time from 2000 meters all the way down finally had to parachute escape after the family said nothing will not allow me to do, can only switch to open a school as a training of the young after the domestic aspects of this is also in the liberalization.

The business is barely making ends meet, but I still want to fly again every now and then.”

“How simple is this, you directly turn vampire not on the line?”

Next to listen to his bragging to listen to the cool Sanwu Dou interjected:

“Not only can you fly, but you can also fly on your own, grow wings and fly, how cool is that?”

“I am planning to turn vampire, but to be honest, flying with wings and flying an airplane are not the same, the feeling is not the same.”

Smokey Sang said, shaking her head:

“Anyway, we’ll see when the time comes, buddy this flying skill is not blowing, what falling leaf floating what cobra maneuver, that’s all with hands.”

“Old brother introduced a flight attendant to me?”

Black silk brother joked:
“You must know a lot of people in the industry.”

“Ch, are looking at the beauty, really have a stewardess girlfriend you cry, just irregular working hours can give you a headache to death, and to be honest, this line . There’s a lot of gossip in this line of work. It can’t be helped, flying around every day is stressful.

Handsome men and women always have to have a way to relax.”

Smoke Sang skimmed his lips and said:
“Besides, I flew a special airplane before, not a civil aviation, where did I get to know flight attendants through so many channels? But you don’t say, think about it carefully, it seems that several of my previous girlfriends have changed careers to become flight attendants.

Maybe they were influenced by me and liked the feeling of flying around?
In this case, let’s make an appointment offline, I’ll see if I can get you a few phone numbers or something, it’s rare for us to see eye-to-eye, a brother’s favor must help ah.”

“Righteous!”

Brother Woo Meow extended his thumb and waved it.

He felt that this brother in front of him was really quite interesting, his style was dashing, and he definitely wouldn’t make any bad trouble by playing with such a person.

The most important thing was that we all had a common hobby!

Therefore, joining the “Big Bird Spinning” group is naturally the “destiny”. To put it in a more artistic way, isn’t this the meeting of destiny?

“Let’s brush the Jackals on the way.”

Brother Woo Meow said to the people in the carriage:

“Although we definitely won’t be able to grab the top spot in the individual and team leaderboards, but since this is the main quest, we can’t just let it go, there are jackals along the way, so as long as we don’t get delayed, it’s still up to us to play.

Brother Qu, in a moment, you go out for a spin and find a small Jackal nest.”

“I’m already here, why do you still use my brother’s flesh to scout? You’re really looking down on us scouting psychics.”

Smoke Sang, who was sitting across from him, grunted at once, casually and not too skillfully casting the beginner’s scouting technique he had learned from his mentor Heru.

A blurry mirror made of psychic energy was projected in front of everyone’s eyes, as if looking down from the sky, constantly switching perspectives in Smoke-san’s poorly-detailed maneuvering.

Looking down sounded cool, however Smoke-san’s maneuvering was too bad.

It made the image as miserable as a tenth grade mosaic, but at least some black dots representing the movement of the creatures could be seen.

A dozen seconds later, they spotted a group of wandering, probing jackals in the woods outside an abandoned village up ahead.

“That’s them.”

Brother Woo Meow asked as he quickly finalized his target:

“Smoke Sang, how far away are these guys?”

“Hmm, wait, let me do some math first, this mapping formula for detecting psychic energy is a bit complicated. Why don’t they say that people who are bad at math can’t learn psychic energy? A most basic detection spell also has to count the mapping and has to fit into two formulas.”

Smoke-san grumbled and pulled out a piece of paper, scratching his head after scribbling on it for a dozen seconds:

“About, maybe, maybe 3-5 kilometers away? It’s my first time using it as well, I used my psychic energy a bit violently just now, I’m a bit dizzy this time”

“That far?”

The Whimpering Six were instantly surprised as he exclaimed:

“You’re using a beginner’s scouting spell, right? This can reach as far as 3 kilometers? Then wouldn’t an advanced scouting spell be able to span dozens of kilometers?”

“Ch, you’re underestimating the spiritual energy spells of this world.”

Smoke Sang explained while rubbing her head and leaning against the carriage wall:

“According to my unreliable mentor, His Excellency Heru, he can easily detect the details of an intended target within a range of 30 kilometers by using the Detection Technique with the assistance of spell casting from the Arithmetic Treasure Pearl and make a few psychic energy markings that only he can detect.

He said that the spell to detect the city of Cadman was manipulated by him along with a few of his mentors and brothers when they were executing ‘Plan D’ in the Pathfinder Fortress before.

That was over 300 kilometers in a straight line!
And the scouting techniques used by those Spiritual Masters could even cross half a continent, such as observing the terrain of Transylvania directly from the White Cliffs and so on.

Of course, that level of scouting techniques often required the assistance of some powerful spirit items.

That’s what bothers me more.

You say they can see things dozens of kilometers away, why can’t they develop a spell that can penetrate clothing? By all rights this should be a piece of cake.”

“Perhaps it’s in the way of the ethics and decency of a psychic?”

Qu whispered next to him:
“After all, doing this kind of thing with psychic energy spells sounds and feels odd, how is it different from you hitting a mosquito with a cannon? It’s completely criminal.”

“If he doesn’t teach you, you can develop it yourself.”

Black Silk Brother smiled rather subtly as he patted Smoke Sang’s shoulder and said:
“When you develop it, don’t forget to teach me.”

“Bullshit! Do you know how difficult it is to create your own psychic ability?”

Smoke Sang spat:
“One of the hard criteria for promotion to Psychic Master in the Tower of the Ring is to create a self-made psychic skill, and I’ve been studying with Heru for the past few days, and I’ve only just learned this Eagle’s Eye Technique and another Peeping Eye, which can be much harder than Psychic Impact.

I also peeked at Heru’s spell book, a random intermediate level psychic ability on it requires memorizing more than four formulas and mentally calculating some data, even with the assistance of the arithmetic pearl I can’t top it.

I’m playing a game, not getting re-educated! I see that my profession as a Scouting Spiritualist is ruined, fortunately there are still two profession columns, I’ll have to study them afterward, I’ll squint for a while, call me when I’m at the place.”

“Swish.”

A vampire style short-handled staff was thrown to Smoke Sang by Brother Woo Meow.

The latter took it in his hand and looked at it, the finely crafted veteran-grade Midnight Secret Energy Staff made his eyes round, then he saw Brother Woo Meow grinning at him and said:
“I used it before, now I’ll give it to you to use, consider it as a gift for you to join the group, we go elitist in this group, everyone is a brother of their own, your scouting technique can come in handy, you should practice it well.

In the future, you’ll be the ‘Heaven’s Eye’ of our Big Bird Spinning Troupe.”

“Shit! I’ve long heard people say that you old players who were the first to enter the game are all rich as hell, and now it seems to be true!”

Smoke Sang’s head didn’t hurt anymore, his chest didn’t feel bad, and he was leaning on his thick, hard, and handsome scarlet staff and jerking it up and down in a very “marvelous” gesture, as he patted his chest and grinned:
“Brother Meow Meow is righteous, next time we go out to have a good time, I’ll be the one to treat you! None of you are allowed to steal it from me.”
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“One team back up! Retreat slowly and draw out those jackals chasing you.”

“Team two prepare to charge! Shieldbearers in front, melee in the back! Don’t mess up.”

“Third team, other than the shooters, pick up the explosive shells in your hands and wait for my order, remember to delay for three seconds before throwing them out!”

In a hilly woodland of the Dark Baron’s Domain, Happy Stick, who flapped his wings in the air to observe the battlefield at dusk, grasped his arithmetic pearl and issued a command every now and then.

On the ground twenty meters below him, the players of the “Scarlet Hammer and Sickle Regiment”, which he had divided into three teams, were following his instructions to besiege a medium-sized Jackal camp.

They were far fewer in number than the other side, but each of them remained unruffled in the face of danger. It had been five days since the mission to exterminate the jackals was released, which was enough time to refine the young recruits into soldiers who knew how to obey orders.

Of course, it’s impossible to expect players to follow orders as well as soldiers, but this situation is already very satisfying for Brother Stick.

At least they will strictly follow their own instructions to advance, will not recklessly rushed up to send to death and will not be cowardly to drop their weapons to escape, just this point has already let Brother Stick pleased exceptionally.

At this moment, the Happy Stick flying in the air felt that the ground in front of his eyes was like a chessboard, and those players who were moving according to the order were his pieces, and he, the chess player, was looking at the whole situation from an excellent viewpoint.

He saw more than thirty jackal savages screaming and chasing after the first team of nine people who were retreating, but the tiger and leopard riding brothers had already been through a hundred battles.

Protecting their bodies with their shields, they backed out of the range of the Jackalese camp without slowing down, like bait used to seduce a greedy fish that was luring that delicious attraction to draw the frenzied barbarians away from their home formation.

The opposing Jackal savage soldier leader seemed to have realized the danger as well.

It roared and ordered its soldiers to come back! But such a strange roar instead exposed its position, causing the airborne Stick to draw the large caliber shotgun behind his back with his backhand, his wings flapping as he hovered in the air to take aim, before pulling the trigger.

“Bang.”

The projectile that flew out hit the chest armor of that barbarian soldier leader, causing the latter to stumble and topple over, the chaotic arrows flew into the sky but Stick had already pulled up in altitude long ago, letting the wind from his wing beats slap down the arrows that were unkillable at this altitude.

The barbarian leader wasn’t dead yet, just bloodied and not even fatal.

But it had no chance to save its men!
“Third team! Throw!”

Stick shouted over the team comms, the ones that were organized in team three were all new players.

Their levels were low and their weapons and equipment were average, but they kept their orders in mind.

Although there were also two dumb guys who ignited the explosive and threw it out in their excitement, the remaining eight people all counted three silently in their hearts before using all their strength to throw the round explosive into the thirty or so Jackals in front of them.

This thing exploded when it hit the ground, blowing four or five unlucky people into the air on the spot, and then the first team changed formation and counter-charged in reverse, and the second team of melee fighters were also guided by the piercing charge horn to kill out from all sides.

More than thirty jackals were cut down to the ground in a matter of minutes, and Stick’s warband was unharmed.

There were only fifty to sixty jackals in this medium-sized camp, and having half of them killed at once caused the morale of the other side to immediately collapse, and even though several barbarian leaders and their chiefs shouted and screamed, they were unable to restore the tide.

At this point in the battle, it was impossible for any more waves to occur.

After completing an excellent command, Happy Stick let out a sigh of relief and waved his hand in the air, the 40 recruits of Kardman’s People’s Army that had been placed in the forest behind the camp were finally ordered to come out at this moment, cooperating with the players to start attacking the dispersed jackals from both sides.

As for that elite leader and a few elite barbarian leaders, they were naturally in the pocket of Brother Bang and his Tiger Leopard Riders.

They switched to blunt weapons and went down to the field, to sell these few elites alive to the Fight Club for money.

A barbarian elite 50 gold coins, caster elite 70, this can be a good way to earn extra money, black iron rank ordinary jackals can also be sold at a price, but one is 2 gold, the main walk, counting half-sale half-giveaway.

Anyway, sent to the gladiator arena is also warm up with cannon fodder.

In the past five days, just by selling elite monsters, Brother Stick has pocketed a thousand gold coins, although it is to be distributed to his own team members, but it still makes him sigh with emotion that war is really the most lucrative business.

“Brother Stick! I’m level 10, leave a strong enough elite for me to pass the trial!”

A player in the crowd shouted.

This guy’s personal image was very conspicuous, just that big bald hairstyle was very recognizable, he also carried a strange shaped sword that looked very fierce, but the embarrassing thing was that his current strength couldn’t swing this thing at all, so he could only carry it on his back as a “fitness item”.

Okay.

This is the small upside down man “kind eyes giant shark uncle” that Happy Stick met before.

He’s a little upside down.

But he does have some talent in combat, and he also received a hidden quest from Lord Kudel to become a rare martial arts monk, and he is already the fastest upgrading of the 70 players in this group.

“Give him a better armor, Giant Shark obviously can’t stand up to the Jackal Elite Brute Soldier’s attacks with this equipment right now.”

Rod flapped his wings and landed, speaking to Tiger Leopard Rider-Pro beside him.

The latter nodded and ran over to give a set of veteran sets that he had previously used for himself to Uncle Giant Shark, who thanked him profusely, and then the players formed a circle to watch him fight one-on-one with a beaten and bruised Elite Jackalman Barbarian.

Stick is no longer interested in this kind of “simple combat”.

He was more concerned about whether or not there was loot in the camp that would make him rich.

As a team leader, his goal was to equip all 30 members of his team with veteran-grade armor and weapons when the next phase of the jackal extermination war began, and if possible, to have his hand-picked team members pass the Black Iron Trial as soon as possible.

“Brother Stick, there’s something to discuss with you.”

Just as Happy Stick was waiting to check the loot, a request popped up on his comms from Lumina on the sister group side, and when he connected he heard Lumina say:

“We found a large Jackal lair on our side, occupying a small hill, Niu Niu and Sister Pomegranate went in to scout it out, and there are at least 400 Jackals inside! This is definitely the largest bandit nest in the Dark Baron Territory.

The Blood Mouse Gang has also issued a wanted notice for the leader and ringleader of this bandit gang.

We can’t eat this target on our own, are you interested in coming to share in the fun?”

“It’s possible! It’s rare that the sisters look up to me, so of course I have to help with this favor!”

Brother Stick smiled bashfully, then changed his words and said:
“But I want 40% of the proceeds!”

“Give you 20%, it’s not like we’re just looking for you.”

Lumina bargained:

“Sister Pomegranate sought out Lord Maxim to lend her troops, which also pays for the expenses, twenty percent is already the limit.”

“Thirty percent!”

Happy Stick balked as he said:

“And I want the right to prioritize the selection of the loot! If it’s okay, I’ll bring my men there now, counting Cat and the five of them, I have 15 Black Iron on my side.”

“Ho ho ho! As expected, I, Giant Shark, am an amazing talent!”

A broken-voiced roar interrupted Brother Stick’s words as he glanced back, then grinned:
“I’ve got 16 Black Iron Warriors now, I think we’re worth it! What do you say?”

(End of chapter)