Chapter 711: The Demon Race Has Hope

Tang Luo fell into deep thought; since he was a support...

"Little White Dragon?"

"Master, your disciple has suffered so much." Ao Yulie wailed.

"Cut the useless act; do I not know you yet? Pass the word down: spy and undercover operations are halted. I've already withdrawn the demon race members who were tailing them." Tang Luo said.

"Huh? Why?"

Ao Yulie's voice returned to seriousness.

"Because I've decided to be the spy myself, hahahaha." Tang Luo laughed loudly amid the gray mist, his laughter full of villainous aura.

And the kind of villain who meets a tragedy right after laughing.

"... Fine, as long as Master is happy. I'll notify them immediately." Ao Yulie said, "By the way, Karl's deputy has sent word saying the staff is with you."

Tang Luo glanced at the staff in his hand: "Right."

After he found that deputy, he would go find the Hero and his adventure party.

As a support, carrying a staff was perfectly reasonable; besides, Tang Luo still looked only about ten years old.

A cat was perched and sprawled on his shoulder; his current appearance was extremely deceptive.

At a glance, he looked just like a support.

Right now, the Hero and his little companions were preparing to explore a ruin.

The Hero's main goal was to defeat the Demon King, but that didn't mean he did nothing else, charging straight at the Demon King.

Not to mention the Demon King's location hadn't been confirmed yet; even if it were, with the Hero's current strength, it was still unknown who would beat whom.

Like the Demon King, the Hero was also a growth-type.

Currently, the Hero and his little companions were still in their growth phase, all sorts of travels and tempering, like doing side quests.

Traveling was an important part of increasing strength and reputation.

One could see the Hero Fasten carrying a sword on his back; the scabbard was ordinary, but the exposed hilt and guard were a brilliant gold.

This was the Hero's Sword passed down through generations.

It was also the symbol of the Hero's identity.

Unlike the weapons in the demon race treasury that anyone could use.

This sword could only be picked up and used by the Hero or someone acknowledged by the Hero.

Tang Luo had asked before whether the demon race had a similar Demon King's Sword; the answer left him speechless.

There used to be one, but later it was destroyed by a Hero in the hands of a certain Demon King.

Why are you Demon Kings so weak?

Speaking of which, you demons and the Demon King are this weak yet can keep struggling — truly admirable spirit.

Leaving the town, the Hero and his little companions sped up, heading toward the ruin.

This ruin was discovered three months ago; it was a "new ruin."

It hadn't been fully explored; no one knew exactly how large it was, and it presented considerable difficulty.

The ruin entrance was bustling like a marketplace; a large number of adventurers gathered here.

Some were making preparations, planning to enter the ruin; others simply set up shop here selling various goods.

A few adventurers were looking for teammates to enter the ruin with them.

After adventuring in various places for a period of time, adventurers usually form a fixed adventure team.

It is rare for an adventurer active for over three years to still be a soloist.

But there are always adventurers who choose to go alone due to great strength or personality reasons; at times, they also seek to form a team for adventure.

The primary organizational form of adventurers is the small team.

Team members generally do not exceed ten people.

Large adventure teams naturally exist, but they also operate according to the small team model; a large adventure team consists of many like-minded adventure small teams.

This way the numbers increase, from hundreds to thousands.

Powerful large adventure teams gradually develop into Adventurer Guilds.

A currently quite powerful and reputable Adventurer Guild on the continent originated from a large adventure team.

As the core members of the team aged, they successfully transformed.

To tell the truth, finding suitable teammates to explore a ruin together at a ruin entrance like this is not an easy matter.

Outside the ruin, adventurers are at least somewhat constrained, but inside the ruin it is a "paradise of freedom."

The danger level increases greatly.

After all, a ruin is a relatively closed space; doing things unknown to outsiders inside is fine as long as the news doesn't get out.

Forming a team just like this outside the ruin offers too little guarantee; no one dares guarantee what kind of people they'll meet.

If adventurers truly intend to team up with other adventurers to do something.

The correct way is to seek missions posted by the Adventurer Guild.

As a powerful intermediary, the Adventurer Guild is a guarantee, and a deterrent.

Equivalent to half an enforcer.

Of course, unless there is ironclad evidence, the Adventurer Guild won't directly act against an adventurer.

The usual disciplinary measure is to refuse any further business dealings with that adventurer, and publicize the adventurer's various suspicious behaviors, listing them as "Unwelcome Persons" to warn peers.

Equivalent to putting them on a "Credit Blacklist."

An adventurer boycotted by a few small-scale Adventurer Guilds and publicized on the blacklist can barely continue operating.

If the number increases, or the Adventurer Guild is large enough in scale, it means his adventuring career is over.

The Adventurer Guild's status is still upstream of adventurers.

However, there are also some adventurers' guilds that act unjustly and have been "overthrown" by adventurers banding together.

Adventurers are not, nor could they ever become, a group of people completely controlled by the adventurers' guild.

Tang Luo arrived near the ruins entrance earlier than the Hero and the others; he found a spot where the Blood Talisman's concealment would drop, and bought a large signboard from an adventurer.

As for the money, it naturally came from those demons.

Not the demons of the Demon King's territory — they are self-sufficient and have no money.

It was those demons secretly watching the Hero, confirming the Hero's approximate whereabouts.

Tang Luo took their money and let them return to their territory on their own.

He wrote a few lines on the signboard, found a conspicuous spot, and set the signboard on the ground, instantly drawing the surrounding adventurers' gazes.

They saw the signboard read: "Continent's Number One Support, Beast Tamer, sincerely recruiting teammates, requiring basic party composition to be complete, no scrubs allowed!"

Quite a few adventurers laughed out loud directly.

Where did this little brat come from, coming out to be funny before his hair's even fully grown?

Good entertainment, adding a splash of color to their adventuring careers.

"Little brother, you're the Continent's Number One Support — is your village named 'Continent'?"

Someone walked over and said, a very cheap smile hanging on his face.

It could be understood as teasing a child.

But whether this teasing is well-intentioned or malicious is hard to say.

Or rather, regardless of whether it's well-intentioned or malicious, as long as the child is unhappy, it can all be classified as malicious.

Tang Luo naturally wouldn't be unhappy; he merely pointed very coolly at the "no scrubs allowed" on the signboard, then pointed at the person teasing him.

"Hahahaha!"

Even more intense laughter erupted from the surroundings.

That adventurer's face immediately fell, turning gloomy: "Brat, watch your mouth."

"He didn't say anything."

"Loren, I think this little friend's meaning is right — no scrubs allowed, so you'd better not come over and embarrass yourself."

"Hahahahaha!"

A few adventurers spoke up; clearly, they didn't get along with this Loren.

And seeing everyone laughing so happily.

It was very obvious that this Loren wasn't a popular person here.

"Brat, this isn't a place you should come, scram for me." Loren stared at Tang Luo, viciously.

It could be seen he deeply understood the art of war.

He knew that when besieged by a group, one needs to find a breakthrough — in a situation where he couldn't beat up everyone around him.

If he could, he would definitely beat up all those laughing so happily.

The happier they laughed, the harder he'd hit.

Unfortunately Loren didn't have that strength, so he could only stare at the "chief culprit" Tang Luo.

I can't deal with those people, but I can't deal with you?

Tang Luo simply closed his eyes, not even glancing at Loren.

"Fine, brat, you asked for it!" Loren flew into a rage, reaching out to grab Tang Luo.

"Stop!"

At the critical moment, a righteous voice rang out.

Loren instinctively paused for a beat; an arrow tore through the air, whizzing past just before Loren's palm.

The arrow was soundless; at the moment it was about to hit the onlookers it suddenly veered off, nailing into a big tree nearby, its tail still trembling.

One could see this arrow was much shorter than a bow arrow — it was a crossbow bolt.

If Loren hadn't instinctively stopped just now, his palm would likely have been pierced by this crossbow bolt.

Everyone looked over; a few people were walking over.

Leading them was a handsome blond youth in light armor, flanked by two very beautiful women, one human and one elf.

That elf was just stowing the crossbow in her hand.

Clearly, the steering arrow just now came from her hand.

Behind the handsome youth was a tall middle-aged man; he also wore light armor, but carried on his back a huge shield almost as tall as a person.

This was an adventurer party with a fairly comprehensive composition.

And that heavy-armored warrior behind them who looked reliable at a glance made people envious.

Among adventurers, the most numerous class isn't warriors, but mages, archers, and other ranged classes.

Warriors, especially this kind of heavy-armored warrior, are actually few in number, second only to support-type classes.

Although this world's various developments are very game-like, it is ultimately reality.

Such a situation is not surprising.

That "steering arrow" just now had already intimidated quite a few people, including Loren.

He watched the adventurer party led by the blond man part the crowd and walk up to him.

Needless to say, this was the Hero Fastken and his companions.

"Bullying a child, simply disgracing adventurers, scram!" The Hero didn't waste words, slapping Loren across the face.

So fast that Loren couldn't react at all; driven by his head, his body flew into the air, spun several circles, and slammed into the ground, completely knocked unconscious.

Half his face was exaggeratedly swollen, and teeth had fallen out.

To be able to slap out such an effect — this Hero is a talent.

"Ah! It's the Hero!"

"Hero Faust Ken."

"It's Lord Hero!"

Someone recognized the Hero's Sword, and the quiet scene instantly grew clamorous.

That petite female mage shrank closer to the Hero's side.

According to demon intelligence, this one is the Hero's childhood friend, named Merlin.

As for that silent uncle, he has a very classic protagonist name: Arthur.

Regarding that newly appeared little companion, the elf, the demons have not yet managed to find out her name; the demons' intelligence capability can be said to be quite useless.

Of course, this can't be blamed on those demons.

They fundamentally have no activity funds allocated from above; they have to earn money themselves while also keeping track of the Hero's whereabouts, living like corporate slaves.

When Tang Luo liberated them, each and every one was moved to tears.

With Lord Anubis here, the demons have hope!