Chapter 1126: Chapter 789: Expedition Team (Part 2)
The unknown Tariel Continent was once the location of the Dwarf Empire.
Think about what the dwarves are famous for.
Isn’t it mining, prospecting, and forging?
Oh, right, there’s also brewing.
Beside him, a boy in brand-new leather armor, his face still showing signs of youthfulness, excitedly looked forward: "I don’t care, I want to join the Night Watcher’s exploration team! The bonus is enough to exchange for an enchanted sword!"
This expedition has attracted a large number of adventurers, and they are just the first batch here.
After all, they’re heading for the unknown Tariel Continent, even though these adventurers have received blessings from the Night Watchers.
But many adventurers come from poverty, lacking in courage and temperament to varying degrees.
So most adventurers are actually observing, and this first batch consists of the warriors and gamblers among them.
For reasonable planning, various teams will naturally be organized.
The main task is to follow the Night Watchers’ guidance for landing and advancement.
It is said that if you join the exploration team of the Night Watcher organization and perform well, you might be chosen to join the Night Watchers.
This is also the target that many adventurers are aiming for.
The Night Watchers have existed for more than ten years now, and their actions over these years have spread their name across the whole world. Countless young people want to join, especially in recent years.
Not far away, a tall and slender female elf lightly frowned her delicate eyebrows, her ears sensitive to the noise twitched a bit.
A slightly older male elf beside her whispered in elven language: "...those legends mentioned, ’Moon Song Forest’ was once a place where our ancestors set foot. Hopefully, the past tranquility hasn’t been completely eroded."
Only they would say things like this.
If you let other races hear, they would definitely curse them fiercely.
Especially the dwarves.
The Tariel Continent was once the location of the Dwarf Empire, although at that time elves already had the demeanor of world overlords.
But the elf outposts on the Tariel Continent were more like advanced stations; calling it an ancient homeland was somewhat of a joke.
Elves naturally also know this talk shouldn’t be said openly, so they discuss it privately.
The Adventurer’s House welcomes adventurers without any conditional restrictions, as long as they are willing to swear an oath.
Therefore, although most adventurers are ordinary civilians, quite a few nobles and people from various forces are inserted within them.
The Night Watchers know this and don’t mind.
After all, the plan of the Adventurer’s House is openly strategic.
And in such expedition actions, naturally everyone has varied goals.
A group of robust beastmen leaned against the railing, their bodies retaining rough traits of ancestors like wolves and bears.
One beastman with boar tusks and a scar on his face was tapping the axe handle with rough fingers, humming a deep tribal war song.
His companion beside him laughed heartily: "Hogg, save some strength! Keep it for those beasts that haven’t seen us! Heard those big fellows there have hard bones, just the thing to test our new axe!"
"The beasts there aren’t like those here; heard some are as big as hills. Wonder if you, the champion hunter of the tribe, can catch them."
The beastman called Hogg laughed heartily.
"As big as hills? I’ll see just how powerful such beasts are and if my axe can kill them!"
There are too many legends about the Tariel Continent, all sorts, and no one can give definite news about their truth.
Two young dwarves crowded in front of a snack stand, clutching meat sandwiches, saliva flying: "Gold! Mithril! Adamantine! Those ancient books said there are rivers of gold flowing underground in the ’Thunder Mountain Range.’ Whether it’s true or not, we’ll know after drilling a few picks!"
"Right, much better than digging for those damned treacherous merchants here! If we find rare mineral veins to sell to the Night Watchers..." The two’s eyes lit up at the same time, as if they could already see the glittering metals.
They are descendants of dwarves, as well as descendants of Silver Dwarves.
Looking at them, you can hardly see the likeness of their ancestors; they seem quite different from the dwarves imagined.
No longer stubborn, no longer adhering to tradition, they’ve become more mercenary and cunning.
But clearly, in this action, the descendants of Silver Dwarves have the most advantage.
They’re only three, less than four generations removed; many families still retain the records and notes of their ancestors.
Some even have the maps marked by Tariel Continent, and those marks are of great value.
Of course, this is accompanied by deadly danger.
That continent is not safe.
A clever half-elf Coke wove through the legs of people, enthusiastically promoting to a scaled youth of an unknown race.
"...See this? Special windproof matches, you can light them in a rainstorm, and this, compressed dry food, the taste... uh, guaranteed edible. Absolutely essential for the new continent! How about a set? First business of the day, 10% off!"
The scaled youth hesitated, looking at the colorful gadgets in his hands.
Having just left the tribe, facing these gadgets, he found them novel, sounded useful, but was somewhat tight on money.
"Don’t be fooled. If needed, the Night Watchers will provide these items and cheaper. Over there, it’s said the Night Watchers will even provide some for free."
A passing Night Watcher reminded him.
The half-elf wanted to curse but silently closed his mouth upon seeing it was a Night Watcher.
