Chapter 187: Chris’s Expectations

  "This time, you must listen to me. Bay Territory is absolutely the perfect pce for us to stay long-term."

  "It’s not only safer here, but it’s also very profitable!"

  Chris, animated aed, was vividly describing the stories that happened in Bay Territory and the Dark Forest.

  The young faces around him couldn’t help but show a sense of expectation.

  Especially when they saw the ented leather armor Chris was wearing, they agreed even more with what he was saying.

  One young womaively asked:

  "How many trolls did our Alice team capture st month?"

  Several adventurers perked up their ears, eager to hear more news from Chris.

  After all, Bay Territory had appeared too retly.

  So retly that many adventurers from Bloodmoon City had just pleted an underground ruin expedition and adventure when Bay Territory suddenly emerged.

  Although there were many rumors about Bay Territory cirg in Bloodmoon City, many of them were simply shog.

  "Catg a troll earns 50 gold s? Impossible!"

  "Catg murlocs makes money? How could that territory not go bankrupt?"

  "Selling ented gear and magic potions? That has to be fake!"

  Uhey saw it or experie firsthand, adventurers absolutely refused to believe it.

  After all, the adventurer world had plenty of "empty promises."

  There was once a rumor in Farsico about the discovery of aremely precious, gigantic mithril vein, which attracted nearly 10,000 adveo gather.

  And the result?

  It turned out to be just a silver mine!

  Many adventurers ended up w as miners for two or three months just to earravel expenses back!

  It became a huge joke in the adventurer unity!

  However, with more and more adventurers sharing their experiences.

  And many adventurers secretly recruiting members and f adventuring teams.

  More people began to believe that Bay Territory, beyond the Misty S, was indeed a profitable pce for adventurers.

  Although for many high-level adventurers, the various rumors about Bay Territory weren’t attractive.

  But for the more numerous low- and mid-level adventurers, a monthly ine of 10 to 20 gold s.

  Was already very tempting.

  Hearing the question, Chris smiled faintly, not l his voice, and fidently replied:

  "Last month, our Alice team had a great harvest. We were one of the top adventuring teams in Bay Territory for capturing trolls, capturing over 100 trolls in total!"

  Seeing the shocked expressions on the young people’s faces, Chris remembered the reromised by the leader Alid chuckled to himself:

  "tured 150 trolls in total, so it’s definitely more than 100!"

  A hurolls?

  That’s 5,000 gold s!

  These words immediately caught the attention of the surrounding adventurers.

  With Chris’s team recruiting new members and reag a limit of 100 people.

  Each person could earn at least 50 gold s!

  Another young maedly asked:

  "So much? Does that mean we…"

  Seeing the excited expressions on the young recruits, Chris smirked slightly, resisting the urge to say more, and tinued loudly:

  "We will form several hunting teams a newers to join. All the rewards will be shared equally."

  Hearing this, not only the young adventurers became excited, but even the nearby adventurers who overheard started to get ied.

  Before they could gather to ask questions, the sound of footsteps came thundering in.

  Chris made a gesture to quiet them and looked toward the figures emerging from the mist.

  Seeing his as, the other adventurers also turheir heads, listening carefully to the footsteps.

  As the sound grew louder, the experienced adventurers finally realized.

  It wasn’t just one person’s footsteps but many, moving as one!

  An invisible pressure fell upon every adventurer, and they couldn’t help but recall an iing rumor about Bay Territory:

  "Bay Territory’s guards are something special!"

  At first, everyone dismissed this rumor as unimportant. pared to the other exaggerated "rumors," this didn’t seem particurly iing.

  Until some curious adventurers heard detailed ats from those who had experie firsthand. The rumors about Bay Territory’s guards quickly spread.

  "The sele process is tough. If you’re not a professional, only one in ten will pass!"

  "Almost all official soldiers are professionals!"

  "Every soldier has ented armor!"

  "Every soldier earns a high wage, and they all receive saries!"

  "Their bat power is formidable. There was once a record of 500 soldiers defeating 1,000 trolls!"

  "Their formations are extremely impressive when they march! (Pay attention to this!)"

  Many adventurers believed the first few points were exaggerations.

  After all, for most people iheril Empire, unless forced by scription, no one wao bee a soldier.

  Officially, they were scripted as soldiers, but iy, they became the servants of the loobles, helping them with bor and war.

  Nearly every family had someone who had been scripted, and it wasn’t a fond memory.

  So, people thought the rumors were just exaggerated to recruit soldiers.

  As for the st point, no one paid attention to it.

  Until now!

  Led by Beelzebub, the heavy-armored soldiers appeared in formation before everyone.

  An indescribable pressure caused the adventurers fag them to instinctively step back, making way for the soldiers without realizing it.

  Fully armored in gleaming steel, with faintly glowing ented patterns, the soldiers dispyed onry that stunned all the adventurers!

  Their synized steps and the imposing aura made every adventurer's heart race.

  "Are these soldiers from a barony?"

  "Their gear is way too luxurious!"

  "If I became a soldier like this…"

  "No, you wouldn’t want to!"

  "…"

  Hearing the excmations from the adventurers outside, Matthew put down the scroll in his hand and said to the highly alert Elio by the window:

  "Don’t be too tehese adventurers outside pose no threat."

  The reason was simple: the stro among them was just a level 8 rogue, while the rest were mostly low-level adventurers.

  Elio withdrew her gaze from Chris, lovingly stroking the hilt of his sword, though still keeping an eye oside.

  Watg the adventurers lining up to enter Murloc Castle, Ange, who was carefully studying a map, suddenly took out the other half of a "Sending" scroll and responded with great excitement:

  "They’re here, a 20 elite cavalry unit, along with over 2,000 elite soldiers!"

  Putting down the "Improved Fireball" scroll in his hand, Matthew, seeing that his "Fireball" skill had been upgraded to level 5, smiled with an unusually "kind" expression:

  "Teleported here? That’s quite a show of force!"

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