Chapter 116 More than 3,300 cups of white melon juice
Wang Wen keenly noticed that the "people" here mentioned the word "frontline" many times.
Something moved in my heart.
Patting Mo Ran on the shoulder to comfort him, "Don't worry, there will definitely be a fight."
Mo Ran helplessly spread his hands and said, "How can we fight like this? Are you going to take action?"
Wang Wen smiled, walked to the bar, nodded slightly to Ma Tou and Mao Tou, and said in a sincere tone, "Sorry, we from the countryside don't know the rules. I just heard that if you find the city lord, you can join the army and go to the front line. Where can I find the city lord?"
Ma Tou grinned and said, "Guests, don't worry. When you go out, turn left and go straight. You will see that the tallest building in the center of the city is the City Lord's Mansion. Unless there is any accident, the City Lord is usually there."
"Thank you!" Wang Wen looked at it and confirmed. "Is it okay if we go directly? I mean, would it be rude to come directly to the city lord to find him? Is there any department responsible for joining the army or does it require a special introducer?"
Ma Tou shook his head. "Just pass the message to the guards."
Wang Wen thanked him again, nodded to Maotou, who had been looking at him curiously, and said goodbye, then turned around and led everyone out of the tavern.
When you get out on the road paved with large stone slabs, you don't even need to look for it. If you look to the left, you can see the most magnificent building in the city.
Several people walked non-stop and headed straight to the city lord's mansion.
When we arrived at the tall iron gate, six guards wearing armor and holding axes and halberds stood on the left and right.
Wang Wen picked the nearest guard and communicated. "Please send a message and we will sign up to join the army."
The guard looked at him, then scanned the people behind him, nodded and said, "Wait a moment."
After saying that, he turned around, opened the door a crack and got in.
Halfway through, the axe-halberd was still stuck in the door.
He tossed around awkwardly for a few times before reluctantly turning sideways and entering.
Wang Wen and the remaining five guards looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes for a while. The other five guards were actually embarrassed by him and looked away.
Looking at their standing postures and gestures of holding weapons, Wang Wen thought to himself: Even the guards of the city lord's palace are such rotten fish, but really all the decent ones are on the front line? What is happening here?
It didn't take long.
The person who entered first opened the door and led everyone in to meet the city lord.
Passing through several corridors along the way, Wang Wen and others followed the guards to the lobby of the city lord's mansion.
The city lord, who was wearing a brocade robe and a cake-shaped crown, was sitting on the main seat in the hall, talking to several of his men in armor. When he saw someone coming in, he raised his eyes and nodded to say hello.
A man in a bright red cloak came over and smiled at Wang Wen, "Thank you for your hard work, warriors. I am the chief guard Bedokan. Is it right to sign up to join the army? Please come with me to register."
Wang Wen and Mo Ran nodded and everyone followed Bedokan to the long table next to them and "signed and stamped" on a large animal skin.
Perhaps it was because the battle was so intense that there was no need to ask anything when registering, just record your name and hometown.
Wang Wen deliberately made things difficult for World Tower's language proficiency and deliberately stated that he was from "First Consortium Intelligence Department".
Unexpectedly, the other party filled in this information without changing his attitude.
I am not at all curious about what First Consortium is and what Intelligence Department is.
Mo Ran from behind secretly poked Wang Wen on the back, protesting against using the group name indiscriminately as it would be disrespectful.
As a result, he was blinded when it was his turn to register.
After thinking for a long time, he finally said "First Consortium Intelligence Department".
Bedokan chatted to several people very happily. "It seems that all of them are fellow villagers, which is really rare."
Hearing these words, Mo Ran's face darkened, but he didn't know how to refute, so he shook his head and backed away.
The simple registration process ends quickly.
Bedokan explained with a serious face that this kind of registration is to prevent people from dying on the battlefield in the future and their bodies to be unclaimed, and to facilitate matters such as subsequent pensions.
Wang Wen After hearing what he said, he took the opportunity to inquire about the situation on the so-called "front line".
After asking around, I heard good news.
Bedokan said that the army of demons jumping out of the portal from another world on the front line seemed to be endless. The mainland race coalition resisted day and night but retreated one after another. Many temporary defense fortresses were constantly breached by demons. The failure and fall of this land may be just a matter of time.
Mo Ran was overjoyed after listening to it!
He happily pulled Wang Wen and whispered, saying that he would definitely have a good time as long as he went to the front line.
Wang Wen asked Bedokan how to get to the front line.
Bedokan recommended that there are special convoys from the rear rushing to the front line every day, and the journey takes about a month.
You only need to bring your own dry food, and you can hitchhike on your way without spending any extra money during the whole journey.
This method is undoubtedly favored by most people, but for Tower Climber, it takes too long and is too late.
Wang Wen and Mo Ran both frowned and shook their heads.
Upon seeing this, the other party suggested that the airship would be faster and could arrive in about ten days.
The two of them still shook their heads.
Still too long.
Not to mention ten days, World Tower will have to be reset in two days. By then, everyone's progress in climbing the tower will be lost, and their hard work will be in vain.
Seeing that even airships could not satisfy this group of warriors, Bedokan pondered for a moment and said hesitantly, "There is a quick way, but it is very expensive."
He introduced.
Mages Association There is a long-distance teleportation array.
Through that teleportation array, you can instantly reach the Mages Association closest to the front line, and it only takes one meal to walk from there to the battlefield.
It's just expensive.
Extremely expensive.
Mages Association does not accept coins, only magic crystals.
A piece of magic crystal requires at least 10 gold coins in the auction house's bidding record.
Gold coins!
Not a copper coin.
In the tavern where several people were staying when they appeared before, a cup of white melon juice costs three copper coins. According to the currency here, one gold coin is equivalent to 100 silver coins, which is equal to 10,000 copper coins.
Equivalent to more than 3,300 cups of white melon juice!!
If Mo Ran had thrown out a gold coin at that time, it would have been "just drink".
As a result, a piece of magic crystal now costs ten gold coins.
Wang Wen mentally calculated the prices outside the tower and estimated that one gold coin could have a purchasing power of about 20,000 to 30,000 points Point.
Mo Ran said to Wang Wen, "This is indeed much faster than taking a car or flying."
Everyone took the military certificate "issued" by Bedokan on behalf of the city lord, bid farewell to the city lord who did not care, and left the city lord's mansion.
Follow the route indicated by Bedokan to find Mages Association, intending to find out the specific transmission costs.
Just arrived at the door.
I heard a girl's scream and a man's roar inside the wooden door.
Wang Wen Several people looked at each other.
Mo Ran's eyes shine.
He rolled up his sleeves, pushed the door open and rushed in.
Preparing for a killing spree.
He was astonished to see a group of people in the room surrounding a stone pillar several meters high, with at least five people hugging each other, stretching out their hands in order to "exercise power."
There were a group of people, old and young, men and women, all of whom were so depressed that their faces were red, their ears were red and their veins were exposed.
From time to time, a woman screamed, covering her head and retreating in pain.
Someone immediately stepped forward to fill her vacancy.
Occasionally, there will be men who grit their teeth and roar, sweating profusely and persisting.
Judging from the appearance of this group of people, it seems that they all volunteered.
Nothing forced happened.
Mo Ran lowered his fists with regret on his face.
PS: A boss said that after ten updates, we can form an alliance instantly. This is really a painful torture for me... I want it, but I can't get it. I'm afraid there is no greater pain in the world than this...