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"The task assessnt tests your ability to think, adapt, and remain calm and collected, reacting as the situation demands. I can't give you much advice on how to proceed,"
Mu Yuan said to Rakshasa before departure.
During the assessnt, Lords naturally are not to interfere.
The war zone has its own thods of evaluation.
But...Lords are not completely without recourse to act; if one of their Division Generals faces an unexpected life-and-death crisis, Mu Yuan will intervene when necessary.
A decrease in evaluation is far less significant than preserving one's life.
So powerful Lords usually arrange several safeguarding asures.
As for Rakshasa, Mu Yuan was quite confident.
Rakshasa had nurous ways to ensure his survival, and his intelligence was up to the standard; even if he encountered a Soul Realm being, he could easily escape.
But as for Uta...
If Uta were to team up with other Division Generals, Mu Yuan wouldn't be so worried, since Uta at least listens to advice.
But Uta leading a team alone...
Mu Yuan felt sowhat uneasy in his heart.
"Let's stay here for a few more days and leave after their assessnt ends."
"No problem."
For Duo Lai, a trip was never a problem.
It pondered what specialty to bring back for its friends: food, food, or more food?
Yet, the Great War Zone didn't have any characteristic delicacies.
Mu Yuan, having co all this way, decided to try out so of the training camp's exercises, including sandbox drills.
He was a three-star level Frontier Lord, and during the first few uses within a year, the discount was substantial—it would be a waste not to utilize it.
Before long,
"Ding—One-ti use card,"
Mu Yuan found himself within the sandbox.
The next mont, his spiritual power spread out, connecting all the soldiers in the camp to form a tightly knit whole.
The sacred Spirit Network connected each and every one, resonating, one and all.
He extended one finger.
"Armor harden."
His armor shimred with the sheen of bone.
The armor of dozens of warriors around him also glowed with the sheen of bone.
In the camp, the armor of hundreds, thousands of soldiers, all shone vividly.
"Brilliant Blessing," "Sharpness Adhesion," "Water's Guard," "Exceeding Energy."
Beams of light soared into the sky.
Lord Shepherd sat inside the fortress, fracturing his vision into thirty-two segnts, minutely observing every nook and cranny inside and outside the entire camp.
He transmitted his thoughts.
"Squad 32, numbers 1 to 3, fall back three ters."
"Squad 64, numbers 2, 4, and 6, use the Hurricane skill."
"Squad 12..."
Several hundred seconds later, a legendary monster plumted from the sky, a Flesh Giant froze solid before the camp walls, and Mu Yuan still sat leisurely in the fortress, his chin propped up, utterly bored.
"This sandbox drill is still too easy," he said.
...
While Mu Yuan tried out various training exercises, Rakshasa had already taken his token to the recruitnt area of base number three.
The area was vast, occupying a quarter of the space in base number three.
Within it were waterfalls cascading, volcanoes erupting, and majestic buildings standing.
"Special Fire Elental Breeding Pool"
"Special Dragonhawk Nest"
"Special Saintess Monastery"
"Special Sharpshooter Watchtower"
Around these special troops' buildings, many elite soldiers stood at the ready.
"You're not yet a formal commander of the Hangu Mountain war zone, so you can't use these troop buildings. Choose from the troops available around here," the person in charge said after checking Rakshasa's token. He spoke and handed over a list of selectable troops.
The kinds of troops were nurous, with dozens available.
So Rakshasa recognized, but there were a few he had never heard of.
However, each type of troop had a simple level and skill description, so Rakshasa was by no ans ignorant.
"No matter the mission, for , the role of troops is mainly supportive..."
For assessors like them, the Four-order troops they could lead were limited to a maximum of five.
But even if he had 30 Four-order troops, they would not greatly assist him in combat.
"Reconnaissance, communication, hindering the enemy..."
Rakshasa thought for a mont and decided on three directions.
He began his selection.
Soon, he recognized a familiar skill na.
—"Vision Sharing."
This scouting technique of the Battle Falcon Army was often used by Rakshasa, and he knew the advantages of having a bird's-eye view from above.
Quickly, Rakshasa saw another familiar talent na.
—"Spiritual Connection."
—It allowed for long-range transmission of commands, connecting a maximum of three individuals simultaneously, with a range not exceeding 2000 ters.
Rakshasa frowned slightly but ultimately completed his selection of thirty soldiers. He then boarded the transport aircraft provided by the training camp and sped toward the mission location.
...
The granary land was located at the center of three major logistics bases and was created by a Great Power during periods outside of the Scarlet Mist Tide.
Within and around this valuable land, one town after another had been established to manage and guard these lands.
In the outer areas, there were nurous Guardian Camps of similar standards to those seen in the sandbox drills.
Rakshasa flew into Baihe Town and, holding the mission token, t with a battalion commander from the Baihe Town patrol corps.
"Commander Rakshasa,"
the battalion commander greeted with a cupped-hand salute. "Please, this way. We've prepared so food and drinks; let's talk over a al."
Rakshasa looked at the man before him and frowned slightly, saying, "Ti is tight and the task is important. Let's get straight to the point. There's suspected to be a spy dispatched by the Monster Overlord here in Baihe Town, but... isn't the aura of monsters completely different from ours? How can they hide?"
Monsters indeed can conceal their aura in order not to be detected.
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