As the intelligence says, the remains buried underground in the desert are very large.

There are many ancient countries with huge cities, spread all over the tens of thousands of square kilometers.

But not all the wreckages of the city are worth exploring. Most of the team are experienced hunters, who more or less understand the value of distinguishing the relics. They are considered half an archaeologist. Civilian houses are short and are most corroded by wind and sand. Those large buildings with different specifications are the places to be focused on.

Of course, many of them are empty cities with only broken walls and ruins.

Occasionally, some pots and metal objects that are corroded and unformed can be found from the sand, which are of little value.

President Katherine of the "Sequoia Chamber of Commerce" does not seem to plan to collect the yellow and white things. Money does not mean much to her.

Occasionally, she passed by some places where there might be wealth, and she did not stop the hunters in the group from digging. However, she did not delay but had a lot of time. After a short rest, she continued to travel.

Logically speaking, this ruin was the first time that someone had discovered. No one knew what was inside, so he could only discover it while walking. But Ren didn't know if it was his own illusion. He always felt that President Catherine seemed to know some routes, as if he was looking for something.

......

I found nothing on the first day and I walked almost all day.

The wind and sand in the desert blew charmingly, and after a sand dune, another one was endless.

Fortunately, everyone is extraordinary and has enough supplies. This intensity is still very easy for everyone. Apart from encountering a few waves of scattered low-level zombies on the way, they did not encounter any danger. They were killed by the members of the Waste Hunter team who had long been sharpening their knives.

In the evening, everyone found a ruins of an ancient city with a thick broken wall and camped.

The camp is surrounded by weathered tiles and the ground is compacted. There is no need to worry that a piece of skeleton arm will suddenly appear in the wall in my sleep to grab you. Even if you encounter a large-scale tide of corpse and monsters, there is still a defensive place.

A tent was set up in the camp and a fire was set up, and the sky gradually became darker.

There were no monsters or hunting in the desert, so everyone just took the dry food they carried with them.

Renn took out his jerky and bread and sat at the door of his single tent and ate. He didn't gather with anyone, which made people feel a little withdrawn.

Surprisingly, as she ate, President Catherine actually stopped a basket full of fruit and walked out of the main tent. Her son Ganix, who was carrying a silver gun, followed behind her.

The young master of the wealthy businessman never seemed to have been out of the list to participate in the hunting of the wasteland. When he first entered the desert, he seemed extremely excited and interested in everything. From time to time, he poked the scorpions and lizards in the sand with a spear. But the day passed and he became more excited. This was different from the hunting action he expected. He walked away in a dry and shriveled day, but he did not encounter a treasure, nor did he encounter a battle that would allow him to show his skills. Everything was calm and boring...

Catherine seemed to be interested in taking her son to learn how to deal with people, so she asked him to hold a big basket of fruits and follow him. Then each tent asked about the team members' condition and gave him two fruits.

Ren had seen them for a long time, but when the lady came, she was still surprised by her polite attitude.

Catherine looked at Renne, handed out two big berries, and said politely: "Mr. Nicholas, thank you for your hard work today. I brought some fruits, but not too much, please don't dislike it..."

Fresh fruits can be regarded as luxury in the desert.

Oh no, as long as it is a normal wasteland hunting operation, it is a luxury. Although storage rings are almost standard in high-level extraordinary, the precious space of one cubic meter is not a luxury like fruit. It is heavy to carry it yourself and it is not easy to preserve. As for vitamins, wild vegetables on the wasteland can solve it.

The more people in charge of the Chamber of Commerce are, the more people will be dealt with in the world.

I have to say that Catherine could remember the name of every Waste Hunter and even so politely delivered fruits to her door, this wave had a lot of favor.

Without talking about the relationship between the "Black Gold Chamber of Commerce", even Ren had the idea of ​​fulfilling the contract with all his heart and strength.

Very clever human means, but people don’t feel discomfort at all.

"Thanks."

Renne nodded and said nothing.

Catherine also responded with a smile, turned around and walked towards another team member.

.........

Because of [Black Tide], the number of sentries is still high-end.

In addition to the financial owner Catherine, everyone was divided into three shifts to the night. As early as dark, the first wave of guard posts had already gone to the periphery, on the battlements, and outside the city walls...

Rennes was assigned to the second batch, on duty at midnight.

The night became darker and it was still early to sleep. Everyone gathered in the bonfire and started chatting.

"Hehe, probably because of the S-class corpse tide the night before. There are not many living zombies in this desert. This time we hunt the wasteland this time, it's easy..."

"It's hard to say. Some zombies are not so sensitive to perception, or they can't get out of some underground spaces like 'underground palaces' and 'caves', and perhaps there are very tricky existences..."

"If we really encounter an underground palace, we will make a lot of money. I heard that I had found a pile of gold artifacts, which was an underground palace."

"Yes. Our current hunting team is no worse than those large hunting teams. As long as we don't encounter large high-level living zombies, it's still easy to deal with..."

"Huh...didn't the information say that there are many big bugs in this desert? We didn't seem to have encountered any of them..."

"It may also be because of the anti-worming powder we brought. At first, those people encountered the strange insects and seemed to be unprepared to them. We brought a lot of anti-worming powder..."

“…”

The hunters chat and fuck, and Catherine and his son occasionally interfere.

It is probably because of the fruit just now, and the hunters are obviously not so irrelevant to the financial owner.

At this time, a hunter in the wilderness asked, "Madam Catherine, where are we going? I saw that we had been walking for a day today and didn't dig much. It seemed that we had a predetermined destination?"

This is also the most concerned issue for the wild hunters.

After all, the final gain is the "dividend" that everyone will participate in.

Today, the team walked for a day and encountered several ruins of the city, but almost all of them had not been excavated in depth. This is different from their usual practice of hunting wastelands.

When Renn heard this, he became interested. It seems that he is not the only one who feels this way, and everyone feels this way.

He also looked slightly and looked down, wanting to hear how the president responded.

"I don't care about it, I really have a general direction."

Originally, the team members were a bit overwhelming when they inquired about the financial owner's lie hunting plan, but when they heard this, Catherine seemed to have expected it.

She had a smile on her face and was not displeased, so she explained to everyone: "Since we have now confirmed that the desert is a ruin of the ancient Monkel Kingdom. It is an ancient country, then there must be large buildings such as royal cities. But the cities we found during the day are not large in size, so... I guess there must be a larger group of ruins somewhere in the desert."

Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up, and they vaguely guessed what she was going to express.

After pondering for a moment, Catherine continued: "It happened that I have some research on the layout of ancient cities. So, I guess there may be a big city of 'king city'! Now we are one day later than the first group of people coming in. If we delay in these small cities more, we may miss the opportunity to arrive first. So, I rushed to the road today, and thank everyone for their hard work..."

She didn't say anything. If there were large temples, they would definitely be big cities like "Royal City". This is also her biggest purpose in this adventure teaming into the wilderness.

This is very polite and explains the direction and purpose of this wasteland hunt.

"Oh...so that's how it is."

After hearing this, everyone suddenly realized, and the little bit of grudges caused by the hasty journey in their hearts also disappeared instantly.

At this time, Catherine said again: "Of course, I just guess that there may not be any ruins of the big city. However, even if we don't find the royal city, we can still discover these small cities along the remaining marks when we come back..."

After all, the hunter of the wilderness is still a word of profit.

Everyone calmed down this statement. It turned out that it was not that they did not dig, but that there was a distinction between the primary and the secondary.

After the topic started, the atmosphere became more and more harmonious.

.........

Mrs. Catherine's son, Gannicks, seemed to be more interested in martial arts.

Now I have been talking to the hunters and I have met several old hunters in the group. The young man couldn't help but ask for advice to Soldo, who was also using guns and shields beside him: "Senior Soldo, you are also on the shield line, I want to ask you some advice."

The tone sounds a little naive and tender, but it also shows the family education and cultivation of the big family.

"Oh? Master Gannicks is in this interest?"

The bearded middle-aged man named Soldo raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

In the past, Soldo used to lead a group of 20 or 30 people to hunt the wasteland, but because he encountered a high-level monster attack during the hunting wasteland a few months ago, he suffered heavy casualties and directly broke up the group. Later, he did not regroup and just got into a temporary team and barely survived.

"Yes."

Ganix nodded and said, "My teacher said that extraordinary people who hunt wilderness on the wastelands all year round have very powerful practical skills. Please give me some advice..."

Soldo also became interested: "Master Gannicks, I have given you some famous experts to guide you when I see your marksmanship. How dare you ask your teacher?"

Gannicks called out a name: "Sam Aurora!"

Soldo heard the name very well, and his eyes turned, and immediately asked, "The first Saint Shield Knight in Vasakodot, [Dragon Spear] Sam Aurora?"

Among the high-level extraordinary people who use knight guns in this world, there are several mountains that must not be ignored. Sam Aurora is one.

Gannicks said proudly: "Yes!"

Huh...

Not far away, Renn was a little surprised when he heard this. Gannicks was actually Uncle Sam's disciple? No wonder he thought this guy's gun shield moves looked familiar.

"Since I am a disciple of Senior Sam, I can't be considered a counselor. But we can communicate."

The eldest young master of the "Sequoia Chamber of Commerce" lowered his posture and asked for advice. Soldo was naturally willing to give some advice. Although he did not break through the third level, his years of life in hunting allowed him to accumulate rich practical experience and good combat power.

If it is communication, it is naturally necessary to exchange.

Gannicks is a standard template for the young master, with high-end martial arts and breathing techniques, and he is full of confidence.

The two of them were fighting back and forth, and they were having a lot of fun.

But Ren also saw that Soldo was at ease from beginning to end, which was enough to give him enough face. The competition might be comparable, but if he wanted to kill, Gannicks would probably be stabbed to death if he met two or three times.

There was no entertainment on the quiet night, and with this exchange, everyone was also watching it lively.

Bang, bang, bang... The sound of shields and spears hitting the night sky.
To be continued...