After briefly communicating with the wind with "ideals" and "desire", Letterton felt that the haze that had just been suppressed slowly dissipated, and the fog that enveloped his thinking was gradually dispelled. His spirit seemed to have become much brighter and more transparent.

The depression, confusion and heaviness just now completely turned into relaxation, joy and emotion filled with hope.

This made him walk much lighter in standard combat boots.

Even with a military backpack full of daily necessities and strategically stocked food, he even had the "Crazy Bear" pistol that had always followed him on his waist.

Wright was still steadily walking, pulling the wind all the way to the Sunetsk Legion, where the "New Wind Team" is located, camp in District B, and No. 2374, District Z Street.

On the way, Wright suddenly realized a serious problem. Although it is enough to use the "Mad Bear" pistol in the usual combat mission, the "Mad Bear" series is powerful, and it is even heard that at certain specific moments, it can be used to cooperate with the magic source power to generate more accurate and powerful shooting.

But when I was in the capital Sogra, I bought the "Jiayuan" brand rifle from the tall man wearing an eye mask called "Sogra Weapons Trading Department". I have not seen any trace since I left the lake where "Water of Plane" is located.

That was bought for me for two hundred dollars! Two hundred dollars!

A meal is full of meat, and the "breakfast" that can be eaten for a whole is only worth S$3. I remember that even a villa rented in Socra and Chekavsk for a year is nothing more than S$150-180.

However, if my memory is not wrong, including the new coins given by Mr. George, given by Teacher Peter, and the Socratic Committee that were deposited at the Imperial Bank when it was issued, there will be about 3,000 yuan.

Although it is more than enough to buy a mechanical chariot, the sporadic spending in several cities, plus purchasing weapons and food, should be around 2,600-2,700 yuan left.

However, the current situation cannot help but ignore the issue of escaping from the Sun and Nirvana Empire.

After all, even if the "Silent Arrival" battle develops according to the aspects expected by the empire, it is difficult for the Socratic Committee to stop the "Blood Night Ritual" and it is estimated by comparing the power. The probability of the Socratic Committee finding the "Daughter of Mechanical Yuan" is higher. Although it will work hard to stop the "Blood Night Ritual" and "Lalaye's Dream", the Socra city will definitely not be able to live for a long time in the future.

If the situation is even more extreme, if the order of the Sun-Nether Empire collapsed due to this war, I would have to consider fleeing the Sun-Nether Empire and heading to the Cruzde Federation in the north. If this is the case, even if all the banknotes are exchanged for the gold coin "New Dukat", this journey would probably be short of limits.

You have to prepare early!

While thinking, Wright suddenly felt that the streets were no longer crowded in front of his vision, and the shadows of relatively closed areas not being exposed to light.

He came to a six-story "Tiuzi Building" filled with noise, laughter, and even screams.

The tall buildings in front of me seem to have been renovated, and the external walls are painted with pink that is incompatible with the surrounding buildings. Fortunately, there are no doors here, so naturally there are no guards or guards.

There is only a wooden board with a lonely pair of crooked arrangement next to it, with a white background written in black pigment in the Sunnese Empire - "Zhnetsk Legion, Residence of the New Wind Team, No. 2374, District Z", which indicates that Wright has arrived at the right place.

"Brett seemed to have told me before that the design of the tube building is for war. Once the city is bombarded by shells or street fighting begins, it is difficult for the tube building to form ruins that make it difficult for mechanical vehicles to pass through. This kind of building will provide great help for the reconstruction of the city." Wright stopped at the door and said to himself:

"The structure of the camp in Area B and Area A should not be much different, but it seems to be more like a real town. No, it is a city. Office, military, commercial and residential areas are all available. It seems that the Empire has been operating here a long time ago, but it has not yet officially ordered the camp to be promoted to a town or city."

After complaining a few secretly, Lette pulled the wind around a nearly dry tree with a strangely dark purple fruit at the door, and walked straight into the small iron door in the middle of the building.

When he walked into the door, it didn't take much trouble. Wright found the captain of the "Fresh Wind Team" in an office on the left on the first floor. He was a tall man sitting on a shabby wooden chair, wearing a dark green Sunnetsk Legion uniform. He should be about two meters tall when he got up.

"Newcomer? You, Wright Socra, and the boy around you, the wind?"

Wright and Feng, who submitted the letter of introduction, were naturally rolled by the captain. After all, there was still a trace of childishness on their faces that had not completely disappeared, especially Feng, which was the most obvious.

After all, a warrior who is quite experienced and has a child who is still young will naturally give people the feeling of being a "relationship household".

"You two are introduced by the Socra Committee, right? I don't have any doubts about your identity. After all, the old [scholar] who had no idea about military affairs had already greeted him. At that time, he said you have experienced countless cruel battles and killed the lost ones. But I feel that you don't look like you."

"Where is not like it?" Wright asked as he suppressed his anger as much as possible.

"There is no such feeling of mental breakdown or inexplicably excited when he is always in battle, experiencing the test of life and death. Instead, it is as plain as water, as if he is an ordinary psychic who does not belong to the imperial battle sequence and occasionally participates in war." The captain put the letter of introduction on the old wooden desk and said with disdain.

Wright did not immediately refute, but instead temporarily suppressed his words in his mind and began to carefully observe the captain of the "New Wind Team" in front of him.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Judging from age, this captain should be older than Brett. I remember that Brett is about 30 years old, and he should be 40.

A staggered scar on his face symbolizes the glory of his life and death fighting against the "lost" and "unintentional people". Especially on his left eye, a whole dark brown scar seems to be formed after being scorched by flames. It seems that he has encountered many life dangers.

Moreover, the eyeballs of the eyes under his broad and angular face seemed a little strange. The right eye was brown that the normal Sunny Empire and the people of the Western Land were possessed by the people of the Western Land, but the left eye was dark gray and had no luster. It seemed that the eyeball could not function normally.

His clothes were old, covered with wrinkles, and there were many pieces of dark red blood left behind, and he had not had time to clean them. He probably had experienced some battles not long ago.

But what shocked Wright the most was his left hand and right leg, the two legions' uniforms that were only half covered, and the exposed part was actually made of steel and some prosthetics made of copper-colored metal!

Since the Empire's technology was not very developed, his prosthetics did not have any wires in series. Instead, they were precisely produced products of normal steam machinery. The overall appearance was old and not very new, but there was no rust.

Instead, brand new parts are used at key connections to ensure that the movement is not affected too much.

And most importantly, Wright noticed a detail, as if the captain's left hand had a dagger hidden in the prosthesis, which was basically used for emergency combat.

After observing silently for a few minutes, Wright spoke slowly and said in a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant:

"I have served the Empire for at least ten years, including fighting on the northern border, fighting on the Lost Swamp, and the Battle of Kofu, and the mission of Donusk.

In terms of birth and death, I should not be worse than any legion's empire [warrior].

Besides, I am a psychic, so it is normal for me to hide my feelings and breath. Haven’t you heard of some stories about the Empire [Warrior] who are clearly calm and have no mental problems, but they commit suicide late at night?”

"Oh? Boy, I'm a little interested in you." The captain's mouth raised slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared.

After all, although Wright's memory is incomplete and cannot be completely spliced, he has lived in this wasteland world for a month or two. The memories that emerged by chance, coupled with the experiences Brett told him, made him not very little about himself.

At least in terms of combat experience, it is not uncommon.

"How to say it?" Seeing the captain showing "kindness", Wright took advantage of the situation and asked.

"The tone is firm and without hesitation. It is the style of the Imperial soldiers. Actually, I don't know much about the Socra Guards you were in before, but during my brief conversation with you, I actually felt a little good about you. Let's get to know each other. My name is Windeck, the captain of the "New Wind Team" of the Shnetsk Legion, and the 5th level of Hurricane.

At present, our team has a total of 30 people, and most of the tasks they accept are related to assault and infiltration. Like our team name, "Wind" quietly penetrates the enemy's heart silently, and most of them perform extremely dangerous actions."

"Hello, Captain Windeck. My name is Wright Socra, a former member of the Socra Guard, and a 2nd rank in Terracotta. My... my younger brother is Feng, and his current rank is probably Silver Blade. But we are all superpowers and are familiar with the use of magic power." Wright did not keep much basic information. After all, his files are on the Socra Committee, and he has detailed records of his information.

According to the rank of Hurricane 5 of Windeck, as long as a telegram is sent to Socra, you can ask for anything he wants to know.

"Then, welcome you to join the 'New Wind Team', Wright, and... Wind. You two are now official members of my team. Of course, the soldiers take obedience to orders as their duty, and my orders are everything in the team. Although I will not do this, even if I ask you to face death, you cannot have any hesitation and stalemate, do you understand?" Windeck suddenly roared in a heavy, hoarse voice.

"I understand!" Wright did not make any extra moves, but responded immediately.

"Ming... understand." Feng's voice was weaker, but he responded with a barely roar.

"It seems that Wright, Feng, I want to do some small training for you before receiving your new military uniforms and combat equipment. After all, you forgot to salute the commander after answering questions in the legion. This is a very serious disrespectful act." Windeck's voice suddenly became low, as if he was about to attack the predator who was about to attack the young prey.

Then, he suddenly stood up, moving his broad chest and strong and huge body like a tall desert wolf, looking down at Wright and Feng with a look that seemed to devour everything.

After a few seconds of looking at Windeck with his dark eyes, Wright did not show any fear. Instead, he felt as if his heart was calm and he had no sense of fear.

After all, he had also been in contact with Kayas, who was taller than him, and the "crazy body" of the wolf body had also fought with him. He even had contact with Aaron, the [Teducator] who had the power to influence his spiritual power, and Dylan, and his spiritual power was inexplicably powerful. This was a suppression of human aura, and he was completely immune.

But even so, the difference in body shape is absolutely manifested in strength.

Without waiting for Wright to agree or not, Windeck stretched out his wide, callous right hand forcibly grabbed Wright's shoulder. After calling out other members of the "Fresh Wind Team" to watch, he forced Wright to pass through a dim staircase and came to an empty space underground in the Tube Tower. Several gas lamps emitting dim white light were hung on the walls, and the corners were filled with gun weapons and training facilities stained with a little dust, which were basically underground warehouses or training grounds.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Wright." Let Wright's arm go, Windeck turned his head and said in a high tone:

"I don't want to bully children. Although your brother looks like he is 15 years old, I think I will train you alone today. After that, you will go to the center of this warehouse and have a fight. Of course, it is not a fighting skill or a simple battle between physical strength. I hope you can use superpowers, especially the magic power."

Before Wright could respond, several team members around him wore uniforms casually, with their collars hanging down, and even belts not fastened, took the opportunity to mock:

"Oh, Wright, you're going to suffer a little. Tell you, you'll definitely not be able to beat the captain. He is also a psychic. His attacks are invisible in many cases, making you confused."

"Yes, he is not even at a disadvantage in fighting the captain alone with the main cardinal of the Giant Church. However, it is a good thing to let you suffer a little bit of flesh and blood. After all, we all come here like this. Enjoy it, hahaha!"

Just as Wright's lips were twitching and he was about to refute, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, as if someone had pressed the extremely cold ice from the peak of the incandescent ice field to his hot skin.

He subconsciously looked back and Feng Zheng stared at the team members who mocked him with anger, and his right hand was slightly curled up, covering a layer of light ice and snow that was difficult to observe in dim conditions at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"'Ice'? No, is it 'snow'?" Wright said vigilantly, and the content about wind that Peter reminded him a few hours ago suddenly appeared in his mind.

He forcibly endured the sense of conflict between the fire-type magic power brought to him by the breath of the water source dispersed from the wind and the red magic power. He quickly pressed Feng's right hand and shook his head slightly.

Then, he turned his head and said to Windeck with a firm look on his face:

"I am not afraid of fighting. The fight with the magic power is just as I wish. After all, practicing the control of the magic power now will be more conducive to the battle with the lost after entering the silent high ground, isn't it?"
Chapter completed!