"Ah! Ah! Turn the steering wheel! Turn the steering wheel, we're going to crash!"
A scream from Raphael ca from the vehicle.
Clearly, the current situation wouldn't cause him much harm.
Then, the small car-like vehicle flipped over on the ground, rolling a few tis before stopping by the roadside.
The upward-facing car door opened, and Raphael crawled out, covered in dirt.
"Get out quickly, you're stepping on !" Kafka's voice ca from inside.
Then, the two quickly crawled out, brushing off the dust from themselves.
After tidying up, Raphael kept poking Kafka's forehead while scolding him: "Can't you handle it? A gold-level explorer who can't even drive sothing like this. The whole guild, except for those few kids, you're the only one who can't. Aren't you ashad?"
Kafka was poked while being scolded, but he really couldn't argue back. He had no choice but to swipe away Raphael's finger from his forehead.
"What can I do? This thing is really hard to drive. I just can't control it and don't have the knack for it. Sigh..."
Arguing back, Kafka himself felt defeated, sitting beside the overturned vehicle.
He was constantly thinking, why couldn't he drive such a simple vehicle?
This vehicle's thod of driving is so simple, it's as easy as a toy.
He was a gold-level explorer, with top-notch ntal agility and hand-eye coordination.
Yet the vehicle's driving thod can be mastered by even ordinary people and well-driven.
But he just couldn't effectively control the steering wheel or the handles, and he would randomly flail around.
A feeling of nervousness and panic would surface in his heart.
Looking at Kafka's state, Raphael was also helpless and had to say: "There's no other way. Later, we'll have to find a golden magic stone and have the president make you a smart assistant. That thing can control it for you."
"I'm not convinced!" Kafka stood up with a thump, then clenched his crimson-skinned fists: "I, the great Kafka, a gold-level devil, so cunning in existence, can't ta a vehicle designed for ordinary people? Impossible, let's continue!"
Kafka quietly encouraged himself, then turned and lifted the overturned vehicle.
The vehicle in front had four gigantic tires, with a clearance of almost half a ter above the ground, sturdy steel, and a hollow design, making it extrely suitable for off-roading.
Next to the car door was a lantern emblem.
This was the vehicle specially designed and manufactured for the guild by Kane, based on various cars from a previous era for long-distance and fast travel.
And Kane and the team often used this design at the silver level, mastering various magic power vehicles.
These designs could have been sold as commodities long ago.
Hearing Kafka's words, Raphael helplessly got up and followed into the passenger seat.
As the team leader and Kafka's good brother, he could only continue to teach him.
"Woohoo!"
A clear female voice rang from beside them.
Then ca a huge commotion as a sleek vehicle perford a beautiful drift, stopping in front of them.
It was an off-road motorcycle, with a design like a bullet, adorned with a long strip of erald green python.
You could even see so magic patterns on its shell, so unknown holes in the front and surface.
"Hey, you two! What do you think of my new ride? I spent two silver magic stones to have the president customize it for . How about it? Beautiful, right?"
The driver of this vehicle was none other than Anrule, the snake woman from their team.
Her upper body was human, and her lower body was a snake, a half-breed, considered to be Kreya's kin.
Due to her unique physique, the structure of the whole motorcycle had an extrely slender waist in the middle, which actually served as Anruluo's seat.
In controlling this motorcycle, Anrule would wrap her snake tail around this spot, which also had various magic runes to enhance her comfort.
Furthermore, the entire motorcycle vehicle was crafted from high-spec materials, sturdy and equipped with a magic shield.
There were magic bullet launch holes at the tail, sides, and front of the motorcycle, with notable power.
There was nothing she could do since it was a custom design, and Kane t all of Anrule's requirents, naturally adding features for her.
Raphael admired his teammate's motorcycle for a mont and nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad, but not as good as mine."
Raphael had already approached Kane earlier to have a vehicle customized for him.
Spending his personal stash, a sleek ground-hovering sports car.
According to Kane, a flashy thing, all looks and speed with nothing else.
Only Kafka, watching the two with a tone full of envy: "Tch, nothing special."
Hearing Kafka's words, Anrule glanced at him with a pitying expression: "Poor Kafka, can't even drive."
After speaking, without giving him a chance to retort, a semi-transparent magic shield-like helt appeared on her head.
She then spun around twice on the spot, and the motorcycle shot out like an arrow.
Raphael patted the furious Kafka: "Hey, alright, let's continue practicing."
Then the off-road vehicle wobbled and swerved on the road again, with Raphael's angry shouts heard from ti to ti.
The place where they practiced driving was right under the Wall of Mist, a spot specifically for parking various vehicles.
There was a vast open space.
This world has a chanical Association, and various magic power vehicles have been developed, in all sorts of shapes.
Round, square, triangular, all sorts of strange ones can be seen. After all, most don't use tires, but spend more magic power to hover closely to the ground.
...
In the forward camp.
As half a month went by, the entire camp was expanded several tis, with more and more factions continuously pouring in.
Kane and his group were located in a relatively internal area of the camp.
Looking out, each camp had a flag, each embroidered with various patterns representing which faction the camp belonged to.
Due to Kane's group's strength and numbers, they received a camp about the size of two football fields combined.
Don't scoff at the size; there are just too many factions coming here.
Factions like Kane's battle group are almost the lowest tier among all, as they can be established with just one gold-level person.
Normally, a faction at the battle group level wouldn't have a camp larger than a football field, but Kane's group is special, so they have so privileges.
Besides, Kane's camp is very easy to adapt.
Most factions' camps are set up temporarily with various large tents.
Approximately 95% of the camps are tents.
But how could Kane possibly live in a tent? With a wave of his hand, he used Origin Skills to create a bunch of solid and reliable stone houses.
This kind of consumption and construction, to be honest, is just a matter of minutes, enhancing the comfort for over a month in minutes, why not?
Thus, Kane's camp looked unique among a sea of tents.
This, in turn, made many factions rember them.
The camp's area is mostly occupied not by supplies or houses, but by various strange vehicles.
Motorcycles, small trucks, RVs, you na it.
Why are there these vehicles? No need to say more, of course, Kane built them himself.
However, not all of these belong to him; most are owned by mbers of various guilds.
You must know, they have to travel all the way to the edge area of the World Ring, and they can't just run the whole way on foot.
The guild mbers are all silver-level and above, learning to operate these vehicles is exceptionally easy, practically mastering them after two trials.
Thus, they quickly beca widespread throughout the guild.
So who like these vehicles naturally wanted to customize sothing special, so Kane conveniently launched a customization service in the guild.
Starting price of one Silver Magic Stone.
Almost everyone with a Silver Magic Stone ordered one.
Even Gnate and his group borrowed a few and customized an RV for their team.
Although now they can directly enter the Guild Hall from the wild, they must have a forward base in the outside world, right?
Moreover, rational explorers are cautious.
The more extravagant ones, like Raphael's team, each has a customized personal vehicle and then another large RV for resting anyti.
After all, these vehicles can be stored in Space Equipnt when not in use. Explorers at this level usually have such warehouse-type Space Equipnt of similar size, almost everyone does.
You know, Radiant Comrce Association is renowned for crafting Space Equipnt, as long as you can afford it, they can make equipnt of any size for you.
However, the interior space volu increases exponentially with size, and not everyone can afford this kind of money.
With their guild warehouse, Kane's group naturally wouldn't spend unnecessary money.
However, with the spread of news about the World Ring, Radiant Comrce Association has already made a fortune from Space Equipnt.
You can't just run around the World Ring carrying tens or hundreds of tons of logistical supplies, right?
Various large warehouse-type Space Equipnt is almost necessary for every faction team.
At tis like this, Kane's group is thankful for their guild warehouse.
Now, their space warehouse has been expanded to the point where a Golden Magic Stone is needed to continue expansion, it's ridiculously large.
The internal space is more than enough to hold two or three airships.
In a small room, Kane was bent over a table deep in thought.
Various sheets for writing and recording were already piled around him.
Beside him, Yoyo was recording and calculating.
In front of Kane, a machine was changing continuously according to his mind.
"Conduction structure No. 3 isn't working, replace it with conduction structure No. 6," Kane narrated.
Beside him, Yoyo was recording Kane's words.
"No, it's overloaded with energy, this structure can't handle too much energy, plan abandoned."
Kane sighed, dispelling the chanical structure before him.
However, Kreya who had been waiting a long ti behind him in the room.
Seeing Kane completed his work, Kreya stepped forward to help Kane rub his head.
Kane reached up, placing his hand on the back of Kreya's hand: "What's up, Kreya?"
Hearing Kane's words, Kreya smiled helplessly: "It's not what's up, didn't you ask to remind you that you're going to visit your hotown today?"
"Oh right, I almost forgot, let's go then."
Kane said, standing up and pulling Kreya's hand to walk outside.
"Ah! I... do I need to go too?" Kreya said with so panic.
Kane turned around, looking at her strangely: "Of course, didn't I tell you?"
"No," Kreya shook her head.
"Well, you've heard it now, let's go."
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