At that time, the needle pointed at noon, and Faren and others appeared in the municipal hall as promised. At this time, the hall was already crowded with people. Wasteland residents dressed like bounty hunters and adventurers could be seen everywhere, but compared with the guys in the wilderness who were with wild beasts, the wasteland residents here were civilized and polite—at least they knew when to shut up.

The arrival of Feilun and others naturally attracted the attention of others. In fact, it was difficult not to attract attention. Just imagine a group of clean and beautiful girls suddenly appeared among a group of men full of sweat, bloody smell and dirty clothes. In addition, Feilun's dress was completely different from the wasteland residents, but was more close to modern civilization. It was as distinct as a fireflies in the night.

If it was in the wilderness, there would definitely be people coming to trouble Feiren and others for various reasons, but the people here maintained their restraint. Although many people were staring at the white silk thighs under the mini skirt of Ailuka, some people looked at Kurona and Franka, who were sticking out their tongues like dogs to be fed bones, but there was no one who dared to come up to find fault.

It seems that the Rangers manage this place very well.

Lifting up the brim of the hat, Feren looked at the wasteland residents in front of him with a smile. This made these desperate people not seeking a moment of speed but could only stare at here. This shows that compared with the temptation in front of him, they were more worried and afraid of the threat from the Rangers. Organizations that could have such means are generally very strong. However, most of the strong forces in the wasteland are unclean. I wonder if this Ranger is one of them?

Thinking of this, Feilun chuckled and took several girls to a position in the corner of the city hall. He looked like he was obviously unwilling to be with this group of dirty and ugly poor people. When he saw this scene, many people changed their expressions slightly, and there were also a few people whispering to themselves and trying to get out of the crowd and give Feilun a little color.

Fortunately, at this moment, a man in military uniform walked onto the podium in the city hall and knocked on the microphone. The noise not only attracted everyone's attention, but also allowed a bloody killing that might have happened to disappear invisibly.

"Hello, brave warriors."

Standing on the podium was a very young Ranger who looked about twenty years old. Judging from his white skin and high spirits, he was obviously not a member of the wasteland. However, since the soldiers who seemed older than him chose to remain silent, the wasteland residents below were certainly not stupid enough to speak at such a time to make things boring. Therefore, the originally noisy town hall returned to peace. Looking at the quiet crowd, the Ranger showed a very satisfied smile. He nodded first and then continued to speak.

"I am Modice Dorut's first-class non-commissioned officer of the 7th Ranger Division and the commander-in-chief in charge of this operation. I hope we can cooperate happily."

Hearing this, the city hall, which had finally calmed down, suddenly became noisy again. Many people stared at the young man standing on the stage, with no concealment of doubts and distrust of him in their eyes. No wonder, this time it was the commission and task issued by the Rangers, and everyone had naturally heard of the content of the commission. To put it bluntly, dealing with the Dead Claw is a very dangerous job, let alone according to the commission task this time, they were still dealing with a mutated dead claw. No one knows the danger. Since it was the commission issued by the Rangers, most people hope that at least they should find a steady, calm and battle-prone person to be responsible for the command.

But what the hell is this now? A little devil who has no hair on his shoulders wants to command them?

"Quiet, please be quiet."

Seeing the city hall gradually becoming noisy again, Moges hurriedly reached out to press down, but this time no one gave him face, and many people began to whisper. Seeing this scene, the young sergeant showed a somewhat annoyed expression on his face, but he still calmed himself down, then reached out to knock on the microphone, and then ignored the sound below and spoke again.

"I know, this is very sudden for everyone, but I hope you can obey my command... We Rangers never force anyone to participate in our operations. If you have any objections, you can choose to withdraw... We have never said we want to joke about your lives. Please believe this. Then, next I will explain the detailed information about the mission goals. If you think you cannot achieve it after listening, you can choose to withdraw from this mission."

Hearing this, the people who were already noisy and quieted down again, but this time, they obviously did not see that the young man could speak well. But even so, seeing that the crowd below finally calmed down, the young sergeant breathed a sigh of relief and continued to speak.

"Ahem... First of all, based on the information obtained from our investigation, this mutated dead claw nest is located in an abandoned factory. This factory is located in a swamp area and is not close to the ruins."

Hearing this, many people's expressions suddenly relaxed. They were all very suspicious before that, this mutated dead claw is probably a creature from the ruins of the city. If this is the case, no matter how much the Rangers promised, they would never choose to participate in this mission. Now that I heard that the mutated dead claw's nest is in an abandoned factory in the swamp, everyone is much more relaxed.

Unfortunately, there is only one good news they have heard.

"……… Not only that, after investigation, we found that the situation of this dead claw nest is different from that of the ordinary dead claws. As we all know, the dead claws usually act alone, and only when they are reproduced will two people go in and out together. But this time, we found nearly ten ordinary dead claws next to this mutated dead claw!"

"What?!!"

When they heard this, the crowd was suddenly infuriated. More than ten ordinary dead claws. What does this mean? There are also many of them who have dealt with dead claws. Generally speaking, one dead claw is enough to destroy an elite adventure team. Even a fully armed platoon can't do anything about it. As for those bandits and ordinary adventurers, they will die as much as they go. Generally speaking, unless the capable person in the team is in charge, no one dares to go to the place where the dead claws appear.

And this is still the deterrent force brought by a dead claw. At present, this young man actually said that more than ten dead claws were gathered there?

And that mutated dead claw doesn't count?

What's wrong with this? Has Dead Claw learned to join in groups?

"And in addition to that, we discovered something very terrible!"

Speaking of this, Moges' expression became more and more serious. He pressed his hands on the podium and stared at the wasteland residents below. The wasteland residents were also frightened by the news brought by Moges, and now they were all staring at him in amazement. Moges coughed and continued to speak with a serious expression.

"During our investigation, we found that the dead claws seemed to follow the command of the mutated dead claws. Not only that, our Ranger's reconnaissance team was even trapped by the dead claws when conducting in-depth investigations!!"

"Ha?"

"You are kidding! Dead claws can set traps?"

Hearing this, everyone could no longer calm down. A dead claw that fought by instinct is terrible enough. Now it is still a group of dead claws? A group of dead claws is terrible enough. As a result, you tell me now that this group of dead claws can still use their brains?

Does this require people to live?

"We infer that this mutated dead claw is likely to have command of the Dead Claw Clan. Although we don't know how it mutated into this, judging from its actions, this mutated dead claw is obviously able to call and order other ordinary dead claws to fight for it! We even suspect that the mutated dead claw is still calling on other dead claws to gather. If they are allowed to form a group, it will be a fatal threat to all of us!"

Hearing this, the wasteland residents finally understood why the Rangers were so anxious about this matter, and even recruited adventurers like them to fight together. If, as Moges said, this mutated dead claw has intelligence and can summon and command other dead claw actions, then when they are hugged into a group, it is not a human block, a killer, a Buddha blocks, and who can stop it!

Such a threat must be completely eliminated in the shortest time!

"So, what do we need to do?!"

"We don't have high requirements for you."

Realizing that he had taken the initiative again, the young sergeant finally breathed a sigh of relief and then smiled.

"Our Rangers are a righteous army. We will not let people die in vain. The reason we recruit you is that we hope that you can help us, attract and eliminate other dead claws surrounding the mutated dead claws. And when you lure them away, the elite forces of our Rangers will hit the Yellow Dragon, completely eliminate the mutated dead claws, and completely destroy its nest."

When they heard that they were not asking themselves to be cannon fodder, many people's faces had been much better now. They were worried that they were recruited to be cannon fodder for Rangers, but now they don't need to fight against mutant dead claws, and just deal with those ordinary dead claws... Many people here have dealt with ordinary dead claws. Although there are more losses and less wins, at least, they are still familiar with things and know how to deal with them.

"We hope that all of you have done is that."

Until this time, Moges finally ended his speech.

"Now, please make a choice. If you are willing to help us eliminate those terrible things, please stay and we can discuss follow-up matters and rewards. But if you don't have confidence in yourself, you can leave, and we will never stop or be rude."

Faced with Moges's words, many people finally chose to withdraw after thinking. Monsters like Dead Claw are indeed not something that ordinary adventure teams and bounty hunters can deal with. And even if they can deal with it, it will cause great losses and sacrifices, which is unbearable for many organizational forces in the wasteland.

Those who stayed were confident in their own strength and wanted to take this opportunity to get closer to the Rangers, and...Feren.

“………Hello, this gentleman.”

Seeing Feiren and his group standing in the corner, Moges was also stunned for a moment. He subconsciously placed his eyes on the beautiful white legs under the mini skirt of Aluka, and then quickly turned his eyes with red face, forcing himself to raise his head and stare at Feiren.

"Do you want to participate in this operation?"

"Of course, I remember I had submitted my application."

Hearing Moges' inquiry, Faren's mouth curled up slightly and gave the answer calmly.

"But……………"

Hearing Feiren's answer, Mogers was confused. He looked at Feiren and then the group of girls behind him. He hesitated for a moment before speaking again.

"Sir, hunting dead claws is very difficult..."

"I certainly know this, and you don't need to remind you, but for us, it's just a piece of cake. We have all decided to join this action. Do you have any other opinions? Sergeant Mogers?"

“………… Yes, I hope you can think more carefully.”

Hearing this, the young man did not choose to give up, but instead raised his chest and looked up. He looked at Feiren and looked at the others behind him again.

"The situation this time is extraordinary. Needless to mention the mutated dead claw. There are ten ordinary dead claws in the swamp over there. It seems that this is your first time here. I have to remind you that the environment in the swamp is extremely complicated, and the nests of these dead claws are hidden in the swamp. Most people have no way to discover their existence. Not to mention that the location of the mutated dead claws is even more dangerous... I hope you can reconsider it."

And at this moment, Feren raised his head and looked at Modice.

"So…you mean, we are not strong enough?"

“…………………”

This time, Moges didn't say anything, but he tried hard to raise his head and stared at Feiren, obviously not intending to give in.

"Don't be too arrogant, Sergeant Mogers."

Feiren's smile was still so elegant. His tone was also very calm, but the smell of mockery and contempt contained inside made the young man who had originally had his face tightened suddenly change his expression.

"Please rest assured, I can guarantee that everyone around me is a hundred times better than you... Moreover, now we pay attention to equality between men and women. If you continue to say it, I don't guarantee if anyone among them will punch you in the face."

Hearing this, Moges was stunned, and then he looked at the girls behind Faren again. But what disappointed Moges was that these young, beautiful, cute and dazzling girls did not show the fear and fear expression he thought. Kris just stood there, staring at him coldly, as if in front of him was not a living person, but a dead object. Aluka looked at Moges up and down with a eager smile. It seemed that if Faren was in front of her, she might have really punched her.

As for Frank and Kurona, the two little guys were biting their ears by themselves, not even looking at him, as if they thought he didn't exist at all. Instead, the elf girl was a little uneasy - but unfortunately, as a person who had lost her memory and had not experienced the life after the disaster, she had no impression of what the dead claw was.

Seeing this scene, the muscles on Moges's face couldn't help but twitch, and then he raised his head and looked at Feiren.

“……………………I’m sorry, I was rude.”

After saying this, Moges nodded at Faren, then turned around and left.

"What an annoying guy."

Seeing Moges leave, Eluka then curled her lips in dissatisfaction.

"Looking at him like he is a savior."

"Maybe he is really the savior."

Hearing this, Faren sneered, then he turned his head and glanced at the girls behind him.

"Okay, my cute guinea pigs, you have been underestimated by others. I think you should know what you are going to do."

"Don't worry, commander."

Hearing Feiren's words, Aluka proudly pulled the bolt.

"I will let them take a good look at our abilities!"
Chapter completed!