Within a stretch of continuous mountains, after tracking for more than an hour, the mercenary trainees finally discovered a small stronghold deep in the mountains.
The entire stronghold was located inside a natural little cave. Outside the cave were merely some iron railings, barbed wire, several houses made from stacked train carriages, and a few Feather Race squads patrolling the surrounding area.
Only after the Feather Race youth carrying the message entered the stronghold did the mercenary trainees who had followed him all the way sit down to rest and recover their stamina.
"I really don't know what that devil instructor was thinking. He actually made us train against an NPC. This training is way too easy. I'd even been looking forward to it when I first entered the training class." A young man called Riding the Wall Old Six watched the Feather Race youth in the distant stronghold report to someone and felt that this mission posed no challenge at all.
"I think the instructor underestimated us too. We're professionally trained elites, after all. This level of counter-tracking and tracking is something even people who've only obtained provisional mercenary certifications can handle easily." The bald young man beside him, Flirting Under the Moon, nodded as well. "And this NPC is way too dumb. He doesn't have any awareness of counter-tracking at all. He came back to the stronghold without even making a single detour, directly leading us here. This game is ridiculously fake."
The other four people in the squad nodded in agreement.
Although every aspect of the game felt very realistic, with quite a few monsters along the way that they had needed to carefully avoid, they were even feeling quite hungry after tracking for so long. That hunger felt just like the real thing.
But the NPC's