"I can't believe that the automatic rail car broke down because of a few parts. If the distinguished mage hadn't come over with the parts, all of you losers would have died because of your dereliction of duty today!" Someone was yelling at the front of the car.

The middle-aged man in the repair class was frothing.

Several young people in the repair class lowered their heads. Although their faces were frightened, there was no fear in their eyes.

Not far away from them, the blond mage watched the mortal performance with cold eyes. He took out the tobacco and lit it with an old lighter - although the lighter was very old, it was a usable lighter in the camp.

But it is a symbol of status. Back then, because of his talent, his father gave this lighter, which had been passed down for who knows how long, to him as the third son.

"Tulin, have you ever thought about whether Stafford's information might be problematic?" Beside him, a dwarf wore the same robe as the blond mage, but he had a pistol on his waist.

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"Of course I have thought about it, and it is not just us who have thought about it. The mentors, and the officials in the Central District have also thought about it." Turin certainly knew his senior brother's doubts. Stafford, as the only survivor of the sinking of the southern occupied area,

The existence of the camp has long been suspected by the Central District. The body deformation rate in this camp is as high as 17.74%. If it weren't for the fact that the children they select every year have good psychic talents, the soldiers selected into the Black Guards are also very good and not very good.

There is no bad record, I am afraid that the Central District Army has already come to execute the extermination order.

"They said they found a child with dual talents. What kind of monster will this child be? I'm really curious about the power of fire and ice... could this be a warlock?" The dwarf's question made Turin also excited.

Very confused, he shook his head: "I don't know, we don't even know if this child is real. After all, the last time Stafford sent the child over was in October last year, and it's almost October now."

, we really don’t know what changes happened to Stafford this year.”

Having said this, Tulin walked towards the middle-aged man who was still spitting: "That's enough, arm your people and tell the boiler team not to shut down. If there is a problem, immediately start the rail car to retreat."

"Ah, yes, yes, sir." The middle-aged man showed his humility when facing Tulin.

Turin returned to the car and shook his head.

"You can see that this man is guilty. He is the one who caused the accident. He hid the money for replacement parts. When I went down, I saw that those parts were old ones that had been used for at least twenty years.

Old stuff." The dwarf said with a smile.

Turin sat on the armrest and smoked all the cigarettes, and then issued a loud warning: "We are going to pass Triangel ahead! Put the machine gun to the right! Turn on the purple light!"

The crew had experience traveling through occupied areas. The young soldiers immediately followed the instructions, while the dwarf found a position that he thought was safe: "Remember, if something wants to jump off the vehicle, use kinetic energy, such as air

The cannon will knock it away, and our spiritual strength may not be higher than these bold chaos."

"Don't worry, senior brother, I'm not a child anymore." Tulin replied with a wry smile.

"In my heart, you will always be the human kid who followed me and wiped his nose with my robe." After the dwarf finished speaking, he felt the motorcycle start to turn: "We have turned the corner! Turn on the headlights!"

The headlights of the car were turned on immediately, illuminating the entire top of the tunnel. To everyone's surprise, there was no strange ghost hiding at the top as expected.

Then the locomotive approached the edge unloading platform of Tryangal station to human surprise.

"Damn! There's a light! What's going on!"

As it got closer, everyone saw the brightly lit platform.

"Stop!" Turin shouted loudly.

"Tulin! You are crazy!" The dwarf poked his head out from the cover on the roof of the car.

"No, this is definitely not an illusion!" Turin stood up. As the speed slowed down, he stood on the edge of the locomotive. Finally, he climbed over the handrail and jumped to the platform. Then he looked at several black-robed guards who were moving things.

Opening his arms: "Why are you here! Robinson! I'm not dreaming, man!"

"Tulin! Oh my gosh, I didn't hear that there was a mage on the automatic motorcycle coming to Stafford." The young guard in black who was carrying a wooden box smiled and put down the box and walked towards him.

"Wait! We have a code!" Tulin put his hand on the holster on his waist.

"Fuck your code, have we ever had this thing?" Robinson laughed and put the gun on his holster.

Then the two of them finished counting one, two, and three together, laughed together, removed their hands from the holsters, and then held their two big hands together tightly.

"Old man, I heard that you were going back to your hometown. I thought I would never see you again." Turin hugged his old friend.

"Please, is Stafford that dangerous?" Robinson patted his old friend on the back, and then he began to introduce his companions to Turin.

Tulin shook hands with these old friends one by one. In the end, he saw a white-haired middle-aged man dragging a headless Chaos through the passage. He was not wearing the black guard's uniform.

, this made Turin a little unsure, so he looked at his old friend: "Hey, Robinson, who is that?"

"My father." Robinson gave Turin an answer that was somewhat unacceptable to him.

"Your father? Come on, your father must be over seventy years old!" the dwarf behind Tulin exclaimed.

"Aha, isn't this Hal?" The middle-aged man said hello. The dwarf whose name was called was silent for a moment, and then screamed: "Damn it! Jack! It's really you! Oh my god.

!You are getting younger!”

"Yes." The middle-aged man walked over quickly. He laughed and lifted the dwarf up: "Hal, my old friend, you still look young."

"You are the one, I don't even recognize you." Hal the dwarf was also laughing, but his face was filled with tears: "My old Jack, we are the only two unlucky ones left in our entire grade."

When the middle-aged man heard this answer, he was silent for a moment, and then sighed: "Did Favlin leave too?"

"Yes, Favlin sacrificed herself to save a camp." At this point, the dwarf noticed a child, dragging the feet of a huge Chaos Demon with one hand out of the corridor, and then

The person's head was also missing.

"Who is he?" Hal and Turin asked in unison.

"Little Mr. Marlin." The Robinsons replied in unison.

………………

Marin threw the body of the big devil on the platform, noticed the locomotive on the track, the stunned soldiers on the car, the dwarf held by old Jack in his hand, and the stranger beside Robinson, and took the big devil around his waist.

He untied the head and threw it at the feet of the two strangers: "Come here, everyone who sees it has a share. They all have a share, but you don't."

After saying that, Marin turned his head and saw the elemental creature transformed by Mana dragging a bunch of White Walker heads out of the corridor.

"You guys...liberated Triangor?" the human asked.

"It can be said that this should be the last occupied area near Stafford Camp." Marin looked at Old Jack.

After getting Old Jack's nod, Marin took out his cigarette, lit one for himself, and then played it one by one for everyone present. Amidst the thanks from the dwarfs and humans, Marin

Lin walked to a place some distance away from the motorcycle and flicked cigarettes one by one to the soldiers on the motorcycle.

In any case, Marin paid tribute to those who dared to fight as a soldier on the front line and dance with chaos in this era.

Although the soldiers couldn't see clearly about Marin's strength, they could think of the existence that could steadily bounce the smoke in front of them across half of the platform. They could think with the soles of their feet that this must be a transcendent person, so Marin gained consecutive victories.

A piece of thanks.

After dividing the cigarettes, Marin looked back at the humans and dwarfs: "Marin Guyat, are you observing me?"

"Well... you can say that, after all, the intelligence station in Stafford said that there was a child with dual talents who returned to Stafford with the returning hunting team." The human first walked to Marin and shook hands with Marin.

: "I am Túrin, Túrin Vance, an extraordinary mage."

"Hello." Marin smiled and shook hands with Master Turin, then looked at the dwarf.

The latter adjusted his sleeves: "Hal House, extraordinary mage, child, I heard that you killed those Chaos?"

"Well, you can say that." Marin nodded. After all, real gold is not afraid of fire.

Turin and Hal looked at each other, as if they were communicating with their eyes. Marin turned his attention to the tunnel. He heard the sound of running: "I want to ask, what did you have when you came here?"

Did someone fall into the tunnel?"

"How is it possible? The southern tunnel is very dangerous. We can't leave people in it..." Tulin screamed at this point: "Soldiers! Watch the rear!"

Just when the soldiers had just reacted, Marin had already seen a rotten war horse appearing at the exit together with the knight on it - and then that was it, because the knight and his war horse seemed to have collided with something.

Then he would be blown up in front of everyone.

Marin's psychic wall ended all this, fortunately.

"Damn it! It's a rotten death knight! Why is this thing here!" Turin said and looked at Marin: "It must be you... Thank you, you saved everyone on the motorcycle."

"Is this thing dangerous?" Marin asked.

Faced with this question, Tulin nodded vigorously: "Yes, it is very dangerous. The insides of its rider and horse are all kinds of highly corrosive venom. If it hits the front of the locomotive, it will definitely cause a malfunction, and

If he hits the locomotive from behind, all the ammunition on the locomotive may react chemically under the action of this highly corrosive venom."

This made Marin breathe a sigh of relief - he understood what Turin meant. If this thing hits the ammunition, it may cause an explosion. If so, it will definitely cause the power furnace in front of the locomotive to explode together.

I was afraid that of all the people present, only Marin would survive.

Then Marin sensed the rear tunnel again. After finding that there was no problem, he was about to get in the car: "Where are we going?"

"Stafford." Turin replied, following Marin.

"Hey, why don't we go to the Central District?" Marin jumped on the motorcycle, then turned to look at Tulin.

"We are going to identify the camp owner of Stafford Camp to see if there is really something wrong with him." Under Turin's explanation, Marin understood that the camp owner of Stafford Camp was at the intelligence station.

Under the attention of the people, their camp owner had a problem, but they couldn't tell a reason why.

Therefore, only action teams like Harding Tulin bring people to the scene to observe.

"Then let me help too." Marin thought this was a trivial matter, but in the eyes of Tulin and the others, this was already Marin showing his goodwill - they had just counted Marin's trophies, and only the Chaos Warriors

There were at least forty heads in his head, not including those that were smashed.

According to the testimony of Robinson and Old Jack, Marin knocked these Chaos to death one by one in internal fighting, which was really terrible for Turin and the others.
To be continued...