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Wang Wen keenly noticed that the word "person" here mentioned the word "front line" many times.

A heart moves.

He patted Mo Ran on the shoulder to comfort him: "Don't worry, there will definitely be some hits."

Mo Ran had no choice but to spread his hands and said, "How can you fight this? Are you going to take action?"

Wang Wen smiled, walked to the bar and nodded slightly to Matou and Maotou, and said sincerely: "I'm sorry, our countryside doesn't understand the rules. I just heard that you can join the army to go to the front line to find the city lord. Where can I find the city lord?"

Matou grinned and said, "You don't have to mind. Go out and turn left and walk straight to see the tallest building in the center of the city is the City Lord's Mansion. If you don't have any accidents, the city lord will be there."

"Thank you!" Wang Wen looked at it and confirmed: "It's okay for us to go directly? Is it a pity for me to go directly to the city lord? Is there any department responsible for joining the army or need a special introducer?"

Horse head shook its head: "You can just pass the guards."

Wang Wen thanked him again, nodded to the cat head that had been curious about him, and turned around and led everyone out of the tavern.

When you leave the road paved with large stone slabs, you don’t have to look for it at all. Just look left and you can see the most magnificent buildings in the city.

Several people kept walking straight to the city lord's mansion.

When we arrived at the tall iron gate, six guards wearing armor and holding axes and halberds stood on the left and right.

Wang Wen picked up a recent guard exchange: "Please send me a message, let's sign up for the army."

The guard looked at him, then swept the few people behind him, nodded and said, "Wait a minute."

After saying that, he turned around and opened a gap to penetrate the door.

Halfway through the drill, the axe and halberd were stuck on the door.

He tossed around and out a few embarrassingly before he could barely enter the door.

Wang Wen and the remaining five guards stared at each other for a while, but the other five were shy because he saw them. They looked away and looked elsewhere.

Looking at their standing posture and gestures of holding weapons, Wang Wen thought to himself: Even the guards of the City Lord's Mansion are all so smelly fish and rotten shrimps. Are they really a little decent and they all come to the front line? What happened here?

Not long after.

The one who had entered the door opened the door and led everyone in to meet the city lord.

After passing through several corridors, Wang Wen and others followed the guards to the lobby of the city lord's mansion.

The city lord wearing brocade clothes and cake-shaped crown was sitting in the main seat of the hall, saying something to several armored subordinates beside him. When he saw someone coming in, he looked up and nodded as saying hello.

A man wearing a big red cloak came over and smiled at Wang Wen, "Thank you all the hard work, all the warriors, I am the general manager of the guards, Bedaokan, right to sign up for the army? Please follow me here to register."

Wang Wen, Mo Ran and others nodded, and they followed Bedaokan to the long table next to him, and "signed and marked" on a wide animal skin.

Perhaps the battle situation was too fierce, and it was said that it was a registration, there was no need to ask anything at all, just record a name and hometown.

Wang Wen was determined to make things difficult for the World Tower to understand the language and deliberately stated that he came from the "Information Department of the First Consortium".

Unexpectedly, the other party filled in the information freely without changing his color.

I am not curious about what the First Consortium is or what the Intelligence Department is.

Mo Ran secretly poked Wang Wen's back in the back and protested that he would not be respectful enough to use the group name indiscriminately.

As a result, he got blind when it was his turn to register.

After thinking for a long time, I still said "The Intelligence Department of the First Consortium".

Bedakan was very happy to chat with the people: "It seems that all of them are fellow villagers, it's really rare."

Mo Ran's face was dark, but he didn't know how to refute it, so he shook his head and stepped back.

The simple registration process ends soon.

Bedokan explained heavily that this registration was to prevent unclaimed bodies in the battlefield in the future, and to facilitate subsequent pensions.

When Wang Wen heard what he said, he took the opportunity to inquire about the so-called "front line".

This inquiry brought good news.

Beidokan said that the army of demons jumped out of the portal of another world on the front line seemed endless. The continent's racial coalition forces resisted day and night but retreated one after another. Many temporary resistance fortresses were constantly being broken by demons. The land was defeated and fell in the middle of the day.

After hearing this, Mo Ran was overjoyed!

He happily pulled Wang Wen and whispered, saying that as long as he went to the front line, he would definitely be able to have a good fight.

Wang Wen asked Bedaokan how to get to the front line.

Bedokan recommends that there are special convoys in the rear to the front line every day, and the distance takes about a month.

You only need to bring your own dry food, and you can take a taxi without paying an extra penny throughout the journey.

This method is undoubtedly loved by most people, but it is too long for tower climbers.

Wang Wen and Mo Ran both frowned and shook their heads.

Seeing this, the other party suggested that the airship would be faster and would arrive in about ten days.

The two still shook their heads.

Still too long.

Not to mention ten days, the World Tower will have to be reset in two more days. By then, everyone's progress in climbing the tower will disappear and the hard work will be in vain.

Seeing that even the airship could not satisfy the group of warriors, Bedakan pondered for a moment and said hesitantly: "There is a quick way, it's very expensive."

He introduced.

The Magicians Association has a long-distance teleportation array.

Through that teleportation array, you can instantly reach the Magicians Association closest to the front line, and then walk to the battlefield in just one meal.

It's expensive.

Extremely expensive.

The Magicians Association does not charge coins but only magic crystals.

A magic crystal requires at least 10 gold coins in the auction record of the auction house.

gold!

Not a copper coin.

In the tavern where a few people appeared, there was a cup of white melon juice and three copper coins. The currency here was exchanged for one gold coin equal to 100 silver coin equal to 10,000 copper coins.

It is equivalent to more than 3,300 cups of white melon juice!!

If Mo Ran threw out a gold coin at that time, it would be "drink casually".

As a result, a magic crystal now costs ten gold coins.

Wang Wen converted the prices outside the tower in his mind, and estimated that a gold coin could have about 20,000 or 30,000 points in purchasing power.

Mo Ran said to Wang Wen: "This is indeed much faster than taking a bus or flying."

Everyone took the military certificate "issued" by Bedokan on behalf of the city lord, and left the city lord's mansion after saying goodbye to the city lord who was not concerned.

Follow the route indicated by Bedochan to find the Magicians Association, intending to find out the specific teleportation fee.

Just arrived at the door.

I heard the screams of a girl and the roar of a man in the wooden door.

Wang Wen and his friends looked at each other in surprise.

Mo Ran's eyes shined.

Roll up his sleeves and push the door and rushed in.

Just preparing to start a massacre.

He was shocked to see a group of people in the room surrounding a stone pillar several meters high and at least five people hugging each other neatly stretched out their hands to "exercise their efforts".

A group of people, both old and young, both men and women, all of them were blushing and red and blue veins exposed.

From time to time, a woman screamed and covered her head and retreated in pain.

Someone from the outside immediately stepped forward to fill her vacancy.

Occasionally, men would roar with gritted teeth and persevere with sweat.

Judging from the appearance of these people, they all seemed to be voluntarily.

No forced things happened.

Mo Ran lowered his fist, looking full of regret.
Chapter completed!