Fang Hong really couldn't help but say, "Take a good look, do any night lizardn look like this?"
The youth was startled and took a closer look at Tainaric. He had to look up to et the other's gaze and couldn't help but beco solemn, "So it is an elite night lizardman."
Everyone couldn't help but roll their eyes—Elite your ghost!
Fang Hong couldn't stand it either and said, "Tainaric is a prince from the war gecko tribe, not so night lizardman, and yes, he's also one of our teammates. The one beside him is 'Blood Fang,' his combat partner."
"War gecko people?"
The young man looked utterly bewildered.
"Wait a minute," Fang Hong finally sensed sothing wrong and couldn't help but ask, "Could it be that you haven't read Eteliria's native manual? Isn't that the most basic of the basics in the trainee curriculum?"
"The native manual?" The youth shook his head, "The great Lonely White Field has been teaching combat skills for the past six months, and I haven't gotten around to the other knowledge yet."
Fang Hong suddenly realized, rembering this guy was also not in training, like himself not formally schooled Invoker. But unlike himself, who had learned quite a bit of theoretical knowledge through the community, this guy seed utterly clueless about Eteliria.
He couldn't help but ask, "Haven't you looked into Eteliria before? Haven't you played any virtual gas with it as the setting, I an before you ca here?"
"Before?" The youth thought for a mont and answered earnestly, "Of course, I've played virtual gas, otherwise how do you think I got the title of an emotionless killer?"
"What gas?"
"Dance Dance Revolution VX2118."
"Get out of here!"
Fang Hong simply didn't know where Lonely White Field found such an odd character. According to him, he hadn't touched any knowledge related to Eteliria before—not to ntion related virtual gas, he hadn't even watched many of the live matches.
Fortunately, the guy hadn't completely disconnected from society; he at least knew about the Invokers, as the massive Stargate lood in the sky, constantly promoted by governnt departnts and the dia. If he didn't even know about that, Fang Hong would have to wonder if the guy had traveled here from so 'ancient' era.
After listening to Fang Hong's explanation about the origin of the lizardman prince, the youth seed embarrassed by his own disgrace and quietly refrained from speaking further, also silently retracting his wand, no longer ntioning the challenge.
"Once I understand the war gecko matter," the youth responded, "I'll co to challenge you again."
Then he thought for a mont, "Until then, I'll tentatively acknowledge you as my captain, I guess."
Seeing this, Fang Hong couldn't help but sigh, thinking there was far more the kid would need to understand than just war gecko people.
As for Tainaric, seeing there was nothing else to do here, he gave Fang Hong a nod and left alone with 'Blood Fang.' The others scattered like birds and beasts, with Tianlan feeling unsatisfied above, incessantly nagging at Gita, "That guy, he's no match for Brother Ade at all."
Gita furrowed her brow, "Sister Fuli, enough with your comnts."
"But I'm speaking the truth."
"Fuli, shut up."
The voice of the elf girl ca through, putting an end to their conversation.
After everyone left, only Fang Hong and the young man remained. He then turned and asked, "Xiangzi, what position would your strength rank in the Storm Brigade?"
"?" the young man answered, "Before the intensive training, I could probably tie with Miss Alice. But after that, I'm not sure, I guess I could now match up against her sister, Miss Elisa."
Fang Hong quietly assessed the strength of the twin sisters, who were actually also newbies within the Storm Brigade, with power levels around the lower-middle tier. But the issue was, the sisters' levels were quite high, at least thirteen or fourteen, and Xiangzi could hold his own against them at level eight, which indeed indicated a high level of talent.
Whoever the Lonely White Field had its eye on truly had their rit.
And this was under the assumption that the others lacked knowledge of Eteliria; theoretical knowledge might not increase actual attributes, but it typically played a significant role in real combat, and he himself was a pri example. Thus, it could be foreseen that the young man still had considerable room for growth.
Only then did he feel at ease, finding the person sent by the Lonely White Field strange, but certainly capable.
What followed were so chores, mainly arranging the young man's living situation. As an Invoker, and not a thick-skinned, cold-blooded breed like the Tainarics, it was naturally out of the question for him to sleep outside in the wild.
Nor did he have a 'Blood Fang' as a mount, nor was it likely that he could keep up with Mr. Greyrock's trekking with just the number eleven bus.
Fortunately, the young man wasn't very tall, nor was he as 'sturdy' as the Lizardman Prince, and as he was not of a heavy armored profession and carried no baggage, the additional weight wasn't much for the Gey Ridge Burden Beasts. Atira simply installed a hammock on the platform outside Fang Hong's carriage.
During the day it could be stowed away, and at night it was opened up for use as a temporary resting place. Although simple, if the young man was truly to join them, they'd have to wait to consider modifying the platform after reaching the next town.
Luckily, Xiangzi seed quite pleased by this, even saying excitedly to Atira, "Respected Elf Miss, could you change the direction of my hammock?"
"Why?" Atira looked at him with a bit of puzzlent.
"So that I can be closer to that big guy," Xiangzi discussed with enthusiasm, "It's so cool, you know? I've always wanted a Beast of Burden like that. Too bad the great god Lonely White Field is too poor to afford one."
Listenting from aside, Fang Hong couldn't help but roll his eyes, thinking whether the Lonely White Field would die of anger if they heard this. He believed the latter definitely wasn't too poor to afford a large Beast of Burden, just that there was no need for it.
Luckily, Elf Miss was always gentle and nodded her head in agreent to his request.
Fang Hong then curiously pulled Xiangzi aside and asked, "Speaking of which, there's one thing I forgot to ask you."
Xiangzi turned his head and asked, "What's the question, Captain?"
This address made Fang Hong feel quite pleased. Although Hilveld also called him this, he always felt that Lady Noble's tone had a teasing edge, unlike this 'official mber' that he recognized. This kind of captainship felt genuine.
He nodded and said, "It's about that title of yours, how did you get it again?"
"Which one?"
"That one, 'the emotionless assassin'? You said it ca from what ga?" Fang Hong, although just quoting, couldn't help but feel the cringe factor was off the charts, and he couldn't understand how the other party said it so naturally.
"Oh," the young man rembered, "Dance Battle VX2118. Actually, it's quite simple. In that ga, so weird won always asked out to play — Strange, just a bunch of losers, yet they had the nerve to chat with ? Naturally, I blocked anyone without a clue, so weird, right? But over ti, they started calling by that nickna. Honestly, I don't know what it ans, but I just felt it suited my strength."
Fang Hong stared at him dumbfounded.
He thought the young man's title was indeed fitting.
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