The Wizard World: 644 Repeated World 1
I don't know how long it has been in the dark.
Angle slowly opened his eyes.
A loud noise came into his ears.
There are clean streets around. People are moving in and out of traffic. He is standing in the middle of the street and his body is hit by passing pedestrians from time to time.
Bright sunlight dyes the entire street golden. Around the street, there are gray and white buildings.
Wow.
At the front of Angele's right, a pharmacy buddy is spilling waste water while holding a basin. The few pedestrians who provoked passing slightly avoided.
The greenish waste water dripped onto the gray floor tiles, and instantly wetted the ground and turned black.
The man stared at Angele standing on the street in front of the shop strangely, and went back with a basin.
"Here it is" Angele frowned.
The surroundings are pure European-style buildings, and there are European-style oil tank street lights on both sides of the street. In the past, pedestrians were mainly dressed in linen and silk cloth. Occasionally, some men and women in the shape of mercenaries were wearing leather armor and hand-woven rattan armor.
"Hey, why?" A red-haired man slaps a smile on Anglie's shoulder. "Why are you silly standing here? Hurry and report to the union!"
Angele stared at the man in front of him.
The red-haired man stretched his hands in doubt before Angle's eyes. "Isn't it stupid to sleep? It looks like a pig from the back of the ruins and falls asleep. The heads are still waiting for us in the union, hurry up! Don't fret!" He pushed Angle.
"Oh." Angele blinked and nodded.
The two turned against the flow of people and walked towards the south street. As they walked, the red-haired man talked about the great achievements and experiences of this expedition. All the credit was given to him. Prideful look.
Angele hasn't figured out the situation yet, and can only listen to the man quietly. He examined the red-haired man carefully.
Brown leather pants and boots. Soft brown leather vest with strong muscles. He has a handsome face and a small scar on the right eye. With short red hair. It looks like a young mercenary with little experience.
"At that time, the head of the group hadn't shouted, I was ready to throw it out! At that time, I saw only a flash of red light, and heard a shout from behind me: 'Locton!' I slammed the violent bear to the ground, Gries rushed up and gave the bear a hard blow to the head. The last violent bear was finally completely resolved! At that time, I clearly saw the head of the group showing me a smile of comfort and appreciation . I bet it was definitely the best time of my life! "The red-haired Lockton flashed a revelation on his face, in his endless bragging. The two men finally stepped in front of a double-pillared white-stone building.
The gates of the building are open, and most of them are mercenary mercenaries, and the two of them stand inconspicuously.
Angle noticed that he no longer wore a red robe, but instead wore a set of brown skinny soft leather armor, tied with five silver black pointed daggers on his back, and was naked. Wrist with two black-gray metal bracers.
Into the building lobby, there are round tables crowded inside, like brown round mushrooms.
There is a counter near the wall, and there is a young lady in a white skirt and black sleeves standing behind. Sometimes the waiter comes out from the side of the counter with drinks and food. Sent to the round table.
Meeting mercenaries of different styles at the table, some boast while drinking. Some frowned at the map on the table. Others had fun playing cards with their legs crossed. Of course, the most is the type of immersion.
Angel glanced around the hall briefly, and was pulled by a red-haired Lockton to a round table.
"Hey head, Lockton and Saladin are back!" The red-haired hey laughed, and Hippy sat down with Angliet in the open seat by the table.
There are still two people sitting on the table, a man and a woman. The gloom of the man is wearing a black cloak, and his face is hidden in the shadow of the hood. The woman wore a hard black leather armor, just like wearing a heavy metal armor, sitting in a strong position, leaning on a broad-edged sword with a wide palm on her hand, showing a touch of rust on the blade. red.
A beautiful woman with long black hair is still leaning against the wall on one side. The woman has a black hair draped over her shoulders. She throws a curly dagger in one hand and rests her hand against the wall. People have a lazy and calm temperament.
The woman glanced over her red hair and Angele, and frowned slightly.
"Saladin hasn't recovered yet? He was slapped on the head with a slap of the raging bear, and it looks like it's really troublesome to recover. Then this time, the task is arranged by Malindo."
"No problem." The woman in black body armor replied Shen. "But why was this so urgent and required us to do the mission again? Only two days back, my tomahawk has not been repaired yet, and some are too urgent."
"It's okay. The situation has been tense recently, and this frequency is normal. After all, the remuneration is much higher than before." The dark-haired woman said lightly, her gaze moved to the gloomy man. "Vodo, how is your preparation?"
"The paralysis medicament cannot be replenished for a short period of time, but the blasting potion and highly toxic medicament are ready. The restorative medicament time is far from enough. You can only buy some from other places. But the price is a bit troublesome." Whispered, "You also know that the recent situation is tense, and the price of such consumables has been rising, which is too high for our mission."
The dark-haired woman frowned, and whispered inquiries about the other supplies of Vado. The two asked and answered one at a time, and they looked extremely concise.
Angele sat quietly listening.
Since entering here, he began to carefully observe the world around him.
From the flow of people on the street, Anglie quickly judged that this is a barren world similar to the west coast, and the energy elements in the air are poor. The people here are also weak.
After entering this place similar to the mercenary hall, he glanced at everyone present. The strongest of them were three white robes sitting in the left corner, which had fluctuations of about three levels.
Then there is a middle-aged woman behind one of the counters, and the level of secondary crystallization is probably fluctuating.
Finally, there are almost three people, all of whom are secondary liquefaction. One of them was the dark-haired woman standing by the wall. They are now leaders of this small group.
"Saladin? Saladin ??? Hera is asking you what? Saladin?" The red-haired started to reach out and waved in front of Angele.
"Oh, what's the matter?" Angle returned to God. For the current situation, he had a little guess and plan.
The dark-haired woman frowned, "We all rely on you for identifying the materials of the Blackbirds. Your identification has been upgraded last time. What is the situation now?"
Angel froze for a moment, not sure what to say. He had no idea what discernment was, and it seemed that he had taken the place of a character in the Blackbird.
"Okay," he answered vaguely, pretending to be dizzy. Anyway believe in his knowledge and database. Coupled with the scanning judgment, the identification material should be no problem.
"I can do it." The black woman then began to discuss the mission in detail with other members.
Angle was sitting quietly listening, and after a while he got a general understanding of the surroundings.
He belongs to the Blackbird. Do the work of identifying various materials and cherishing items. It is an indispensable member of the regiment.
The Blackbirds are a little-known mercenary regiments in this group of cities, specializing in adventure inspection missions issued by the nobles in the city. Just returned from outside the city this time. I did not expect to go out and continue the task.
Angele is holding the brown wooden cup in his hand. The rough texture on the top is slightly rough. He lifts the wooden cup and gently sips the wine in the mouth. There is only a hint of wine, and the rest is a strong Sour.
The elbow pillow is on the wooden table, the skin of ** is close to the table top with some moisture, and there is a icy touch.
Mastered the situation. Angele was too lazy to listen to the conversations of several people around her, and her gaze was wandering in the hall.
In front of the counter, two slender young men and women, dressed as travellers in grey robes, are leaning against the counter and the waiter has a set of phrases. Maybe it's intelligence.
On the off-white wall are three black metal plates with fine text engraved on them, and some delicate badge marks. It seems to be documents like business certificates and licenses.
A set of trumpet flower models is suspended on the left wall, which is composed of green diamond crystals, and there is a green light flowing from time to time.
Time passes slowly, gradually from morning to noon.
Hera, the head of the women's team, called for a few food plates, and everyone quickly settled for lunch together, and then ordered to disband, and then assembled at night.
Angele and a few other members chatted for a while and greeted them before leaving the hall alone.
Standing at the gate and watching the continuous flow of people in front of him, Angliel frowned, and he was inexplicable about his situation.
"Where the **** is this? Even the blood of the Scorpion Woman during the peak period could not sense the existence of other spaces. Is it ** completely belonging to the world of infinite ancestors?" He stood by the door, leaning against the wall for a while thinking.
"So what does it mean for me to enter this world? If the material of the thousand birds is correct, it is inferred that it is likely to be the world of the infinite ancestors, or it is more likely to be shaped by his memory. World. So what can I do to understand the rootless? "
A lot of information kept flowing in his mind, a lot of logical guesses were generated and eliminated instantly, and the chip continuously collected data samples from the surrounding void, but the conclusions reached were all meaningless parameters.
"The rootless source, the rootless source, I don't even know what the rootless source is." Angele was agitated.
Ah! !!
Suddenly a scream came from the street ahead. Angelle looked up.
A white silver-rimmed carriage is rushing towards a little boy in the center of the street, and a middle-aged woman yells in horror.
The boy seems to be startled. He stands in the middle of the road and doesn't know how to dodge.
Suddenly, a shadow flashed.
Oh!
Hei Ying and the little boy were knocked out for more than ten meters and lay on the ground.
The crowd suddenly surrounded.
"No gas" A gray-haired man stood up and shook his head. The onlookers were a pity.
The carriage fled early and disappeared.