Chapter 84: Task Commission from the Battlefield

"Making it this big?" Mu Yi's eyebrows lifted; a task commission for hundreds of people is a bit too exaggerated.

The next moment, an illusory room appeared before his eyes, and a slightly noisy sound filled his ears.

At that moment, a refreshed notification from the Zongwang indicated to Yi Qiu that other players were attempting a voice connection.

"Hello... hello, can you hear me?"

Accompanied by a high‑pitched voice, chaotic noises erupted throughout the room.

"Mao Erduo! You bastard! I already told you today wouldn't be easy to get into the Dungeon! Look at what you did!!!!"

"A hundred‑person large team task commission—damn, it can't be a massive battlefield, can it?"

"Oh! Lord of Dawn above! There are even a few Level 6 apprentices! May the dawn shine upon you!"

The whole room was as noisy as a market!

Complaints! Prayers! Roars! All mingled together, causing Mu Yi to furrow his brows—this is no good omen.

"Alright, dear friends, let's set the rest aside for now; I think we should first discuss the teammates we're missing!"

A resonant voice rang out, suppressing the room's clamor; it sounded like a very charismatic Zongwang Player.

The Zongwang Players present quickly fell silent; none of them were fresh rookies—having experienced some Dungeons, they had already formed semi‑fixed teams.

A lone wolf like Mu Yi is, in a sense, an outlier.

"Old rule, let's each report our role positions first, okay?"

"Players, please select your role: Vanguard/Guardian/DPS/Support/Healer. Team building in progress..."

Mu Yi hesitated briefly, chose the Support role, though he felt he could also serve as Vanguard or DPS.

However, in reality, within a large Dungeon his support ability might shine even more.

"Oh! Heaven, look at this moving number of Healer slots; I feel I've used up all my luck for the month!"

"Twenty healers! What a delightful thing!"

Everyone gasped at the statistics; on the Zongwang, injuries are commonplace, and having a Healer class gives confidence in both combat and endurance.

After all, many tiny wounds add up and can become fatal.

"You're celebrating a bit too early; look at our lousy Support slots! Of the only four Supports, one is a Level 6 apprentice!" a cold voice said.

The crowd snapped out of their excitement and fell silent.

Although everyone tends to downplay levels—rank doesn't equal strength—being Level 6 generally indicates insufficient experience, and they might even be joining a large team Dungeon for the first time.

"One bard, one Orc shaman, one merfolk priest, one Level 6 warlord??"

Everyone fell silent; this isn't a game— even if death isn't real, no one wants to feel wiped out.

Moreover, they join Dungeons to improve; no one wants to waste time pointlessly.

They must treat team composition issues with care.

"I've already contacted a Tauren chieftain; he has aura‑type buffs and is quite strong. If you agree, I can send him an invitation now."

A brutish‑headed Orc broke the brief silence.

At the same time, a notification panel popped up before everyone.

"Confirm targeted recruitment of one player?"

"I have no objection!"

"Fine!"

With two‑thirds of the votes unified, a new figure appeared in the room.

"Anyone you know? Pull them in quickly! If none, then random!" a thin, sharp voice said.

"I have a powerful guy on my side; his solo combat is strong and might be more reliable than a lone wolf!"

"I have a Druid here, can do a bit of Support and Healing; what do you think?"

"Let's take them; I don't want more Level 6 newbies!"

"Actually I think random is better; that way it's more fun..."

"Vote and decide! I really hope the battle intensity isn't too high this time."

"Confirm targeted recruitment of two players?"

"Yes."

Mu Yi quickly made the selection; he didn't want to waste much time on this.

The vote finished swiftly, and the stalled team Dungeon entered a new stage:

"Team recruitment complete, beginning to teleport players to the task commission Plane..."

…

"Wooo—"

A rapid, resonant trombone blast rang in Mu Yi's ears.

It jolted him awake from a drowsy dizziness.

The alternating horn blasts filled the land.

The ground trembled slightly, warhorses constantly galloped back and forth, and not far away soldiers shouted loudly.

The air was thick with tension and oppression; Mu Yi could feel the fear, slaughter, and hatred emanating from the people.

The whole world seemed veiled in a thin, dark‑red shroud.

Mu Yi inhaled deeply; this feeling... he liked!

"Truly exciting!"

Mu Yi slowly stepped out of the camp tent, inhaling the scent of war in the air, and voiced a sincere sigh.

The dry wind brushed his face; even without seeing the crimson hue, Mu Yi understood this was a battlefield!

Every cell in his body trembled, and a silent, hazy scarlet glow flickered in his eyes.

Although the atmosphere of the entire camp was oppressive and heavy, Mu Yi felt as if he were a fish in water.

It seemed as if he was born to belong here, this was the place where he should be active, as if something inside him was awakening, he could feel a continuous stream of power surging from his body.

"By Mu Ladin above, this is actually a battlefield-type mission commission; I really want to smash the commissioner's face with a big hammer, but of all times, they had to pick this one!"

A dwarf swore as he walked out from a nearby tent, his thick beard obscuring a face that looked somewhat unwell.

Several figures walked out one after another from behind him; it seemed they were being sent out according to their units, while Mu Yi, as a lone wanderer, had a tent to himself.

"Remember what I told you! Don't run around! This is no place to fool around!"

After the dwarf finished cursing, he turned and instructed another dwarf behind him; the eyes of the dwarf with less thick beard showed excitement that could not be concealed, apparently he was the other's junior, likely brought along to gain experience, yet had been laid out by the Zongwang.

"Hey, friend, don't just stand there—go assemble!"

After noticing Mu Yi's gaze, the dwarf who was obviously the captain greeted Mu Yi with his loud voice.

Although not tall in stature, the dwarves' voices are famously gruff; they like to express their feelings with their thick voices.

Mu Yi nodded, politely returning the dwarf captain's greeting, and walked toward the place where a light pillar had already risen.