New World, the eastern port city of Trosi.

Outside the largest auditorium in the center of the city, there are crowds of people, and all the strange-shaped heads are everywhere.

All adventurers standing outside the auditorium need to undergo qualification review before entering. Anyone who has not experienced the yellow dungeon will be turned away, which also makes the adventurers outside indignant.

"Let's go in! Why can't we accept this commission? What's the big deal if you experience a few times less yellow-level dungeons?"

"That's right, don't let me in again and be careful that the uncle will smash your door!"

"I'm just one time away from playing ten times. Isn't that okay?"

"Please let me in..."

The most powerful adventurers kept shouting and begging, just to enter the auditorium and get the opportunity to accept the commission.

It is understandable that they are crazy like this, because the lord of Trosi City, Mr. Diamusk, recently issued a commission at the Adventurers Guild in the entire New World to recruit 200 yellow-level adventurers to protect his daughter into a dungeon. If he can protect his daughter to survive successfully, each person will be rewarded with 5,000 gold.

The 5,000 gold entrusted fund is not small anywhere. Take me as an example. Killing the Hulk whose strength has reached the blue-level boss will only be rewarded with 3,500 gold. Of course, this is also related to the little naughty and Jacks' help a lot.

For adventurers, money cannot be kept. Everyone will use it to strengthen their bodies or ‘enjoy life’ immediately after getting it. After all, no one knows whether the next battle will be given away.

There are roughly two ways for adventurers to make money. One is to enter the dungeon to complete tasks, and the other is to accept commissions in cities in the new world. Just like fighting the Zerg in the city of Avogadro, every time you survive, you will get a reward of 2,500 gold, which is more than the rewards that ordinary people get when they enter the dungeon twice.

The natives in the New World are different. They can obtain money through various transactions with the ‘copy’ and adventurers, especially the city lords in major cities, and each one is a master of wealth acquisition. These city lords are making big moves as long as they take action, and they don’t care about the wanton extravagance and waste that people think. This time it is particularly obvious. It is said that Diamusk spent 2 million in commission money just because his daughter wanted to experience the terrifying feeling.

Actually, I think it is better to spend 10,000 yuan to invite Jacks to accompany his daughter for two days, so as to ensure that this little girl will be scared to pee when she mentions the word "horror" from now on.

Inside the auditorium, the voices were also noisy. Adventurers gathered together to discuss what kind of dungeons they would need to enter. Most people guessed that it should be a movie like "Lord of the Rings" and "Stars", and of course a small number of people speculated that it might be a movie like "Return of Superman" that would be a movie like "Superman" that would be a movie like "Return of the People".

I sat in the corner, smoking a cigar and drinking vodka leisurely, and did not join the discussion. Of course, this may also be related to my not-high and powerful appearance and no-powerful appearance. No one is willing to engage with a person who doesn't look very powerful, so as not to drag myself down... Doesn't anyone know that the connotation of a man is the king?

When there were almost five or six hundred people in the hall, the main entrance of the auditorium closed, the curtains of the skylight slowly fell, and the entire hall became darker.

After a while, the lights around suddenly lit up, and the strong lights pierced the eyes of people, and most people subconsciously closed their eyes or covered their eyes with their palms.

Almost at the same time, the hall was full of chaos, and people's screams of horror kept coming from everywhere, resounding through the auditorium one after another. When the adventurers opened their eyes, they found hundreds of men in black appeared in the hall. Each man in black had a red pen in his hand, and most of the adventurers' clothes they were facing were also appearing.

At this time, a middle-aged man who looked very steady on the ceremonial stage came out, cleared his throat and said to the microphone: "Don't panic, everyone, just did a test just now to see if you are vigilant enough to join the team to defend our ladies, because as a bodyguard, the most important thing is to stay calm in emergencies and not let the enemy approach, so any friends who are drawn with red lines on their bodies are obviously too vigilant. Now the test results have come out. Please leave the rest of the friends who don't have red lines on their clothes."

As soon as these words came out, the hall was in an uproar.

"I protest! Who knew that I would be attacked suddenly in this auditorium? If it were normal, a hundred such guys would not get into my body!" A white-haired man with a stubble face shouted loudly, pointing his finger at the man in black opposite him.

His words aroused recognition from the surroundings. Everyone felt that such an attack was too sudden, and this was in the city after all, and no one was too cautious.

The middle-aged man coughed at the microphone and said, "Everyone, it's not me that I'm going to hit you. The man in black in front of you is the special guard of the city lord. Each of them only has the skills of an orange-level adventurer. But such people have done nothing in your group of yellow-level adventurers. How can you let the city lord teach you the lady with confidence? What's more, in the dungeon, the seemingly unthreatening time and place often happen suddenly. As war-torn adventurers, you should know this, so no matter how powerful you are, if you don't have superman's first-class vigilance, you are not qualified to be a bodyguard. After all, once the bodyguard fails, it will be related to the safety of the employer. Please come back!"

"Just kidding! So many of us have red lines on them, and we have driven us away at once, and there are only a few left. Do you have to choose from the group of rookies outside?" a female vampire asked loudly.

"Of course not," the middle-aged man smiled very kindly: "Before this, we had recruited enough 78 people, and there were several special adventurers who accepted the invitation, so as long as we recruit more than 100 people, we could meet the city lord's requirements... and if we can't recruit today, there is still tomorrow!"

Before he finished speaking, a naughty green shouted loudly: "What's this? I think you were deliberately fooling us! If you don't give us an explanation today, no one can think of it!"

A sharp flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, but the smile on his lips remained unchanged: "My friend, please note that I am not representing myself, but our city lord Mr. Diamusk. If you feel that your strength can be fought against the city lord, then I will not care about what you do."

The adventurer was a guy who was harsh and weak on the outside. When he heard his words, he immediately became greedy and did not dare to answer the conversation.

As a city lord, when adventurers launch civil unrest, they can send the most sophisticated troops in the city to encircle and suppress. Each of those troops has the level of a peak adventurer at the Yellow level. Fighting with such troops alone is purely a death-seeking battle, so the rest of them dare not say anything and can only leave angrily. Of course, there are also those who take off their clothes by themselves, and are immediately identified by the man in black standing next to them and beaten out by sticks.

After the men left, the hall gradually became quiet. Only less than fifty people were left in the hall. These people looked at each other, and everyone had worried faces.

Sure enough, five thousand gold is not easy to make, and everyone is worried about the next "test".

After seeing the extra guys left, the middle-aged man smiled slightly and said to everyone: "Okay, please enter the inner hall next. I will introduce to you the special adventurer entrusted by the city lord."

While he was talking, a man in black stood behind him and gently pulled the corner of his clothes. When he looked in the direction the man in black pointed, his pupils suddenly contracted and his eyes almost glared out of his eyes.

In the corner of the auditorium, a young man in white was sitting on a pile of human flesh, smoking a cigar leisurely.

Where he sat was a mountain of meat made of more than a dozen men in black, and most of these men in black were dead, with only a few men in black pressed to the bottom, and a faint breath.

Not far from the boy, a few adventurers who had been bragging and fucking just now were looking at the boy with the look of looking at the monster, their eyes full of fear.

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