Oasis Town, inside the Mercenary King's mansion.

Fack, Sharkusack, and the three of them, who had become the leader of the Thieves' Guild, all sat in the room with gloomy faces.

They exchanged their opinions, and they all felt that the Northland desert was shrouded in an inexplicable cloud.

This dark cloud is filled with a strong smell of conspiracy! But where to start is a little blind.

Even the Thieves' Guild controlled by Fu Kun has not been able to find out the mastermind behind this.

The bearded mercenary king has a bit of a brain pain, he is not good at this kind of pure intellectual speculation and conspiracy.

In the past, it was the responsibility of the deputy head of the one-eyed dragon, but after the death of the deputy leader, Falke temporarily replaced that role.

But he saw the mercenary king leaning back on his seat depressedly, staring at the ceiling with his eyes and sighing: "Why has our Northland Desert been in bad luck for the past year?" Finally repelled those disgusting rift monsters and buried the demon portal, but there is still trouble to find us? ”

Falk didn't know how to answer this question, he glanced at Fu Kun, who spread his hands and said, "I think this matter can be discussed with the magician of the Floating City, that is, my teacher." We need the help of a magician, and maybe things will be much easier. ”

"But isn't the Floating City stuck in the ancient rainforest, suppressing the royal family and the devil tribe there? If they withdraw, the situation there will also spiral out of control. ”

Farke asked.

Fu Kun shook his head and nodded again.

"I think it's imperative to solve the problem of the Northland Desert right now.... Although the ancient rainforest also had the armies of the devil tribe by chance, it was surrounded by the black crows of Klose and the territory of the silver lion king, and there were no big waves. But the desert of the Northland is vast and sparsely populated, and there is no city wall as protection, so it is too difficult to defend! Therefore, the magicians of the floating city can focus their main energy on the Northlands, and use a few people to take care of the rainforest.... Of course, I still have to get the permission of my mentor. ”

The mercenary king's eyes lit up and he sat up: "Hey! Wouldn't it be much easier for me if those chattering magicians were willing to intervene? Mourning Brothers! That's a good idea! Can you write a letter to your magician teacher now, telling them to come quickly? ”

As soon as the mercenary king's words fell, he heard a low and hoarse man's voice outside the house.

"The mercenary king doesn't have to go to those magicians, let the old man help you, maybe it will be more effective than them."

As soon as he finished speaking, three old men in gray robes, pointed hats, and long beards walked in.

The mercenary who was in charge of leading them whispered a few words in Sharkusack's ear before withdrew.

The mercenary king's eyes widened and he stood up, and Fu Kun also looked at the three uniformly dressed old men with a look of surprise and exclaimed: "You are.... Sorcerer? Wizarding Alliance! You are Master Cherrekh! ”

Yes, Mourning has seen one of them, none other than the Wizarding King Cherrech, who is slightly superior to the former Magic Guild President Hawkins in a magic match.

The old wizard smiled, first nodded to the Mercenary King, and then said: "Lord Sharkusack, I have heard of your prestige for a long time, and when we meet for the first time, I am Cherrekh, the chief of the Wizarding Alliance, and I have come to the Northland to help at the invitation of the Black Raven King. ”

The Mercenary King laughed happily, and he stepped forward to take the wizard's hand and swing it up and down.

"Hahaha! You're coming! You're finally here! It's good to come, please take a seat! Come on~~~ Bring me all our best ale! To be on the rocks, to the fine ale from the Colin Distillery! ”

Seeing the Wizard Alliance helping, the depressed mercenary king swept away the decline, and the gloom in his heart was dissipated!

He knew that these magicians and wizards who were usually chattering with gods and gods could still come in handy at critical moments.

Falk looked at the three gray-robed old men who came in, as well as the surprised and shocked expressions of the mercenary king and mourning kun, and he was also slightly curious in his heart.

He had rarely seen a wizard walk the world before. These ascetic characters, who claim to be magical, usually live in seclusion in the mountains, jungles, canyons, and other inaccessible places.

Now the number one mage of his team, the Black Crow King, can actually ask them to take the initiative to help? It's really getting harder and harder....

Several people sat around a round table, drinking the Colin ale wine treasured by the mercenary king, exchanging information with each other.

Cherrekh's eyes narrowed slightly, and his temperament was both calm and sharp, which made people feel a little contradictory, but they were so harmonious.

I have to say that this is a kind of contradictory temperament that only a master among masters can have.

He listened to the accounts and speculations of the three of them, and synthesized the information he had heard along the way, as well as some books he had read before, and summarized it.

"Mercenary Lord Wang and the two little friends want to hear my opinion?"

The three of them nodded their heads like chickens pecking rice, and looked at the old wizard with an expression of humility seeking advice.

The old wizard wiped his palm on the table, and a picture like water ripples suddenly appeared on the original wooden round table! It's like watching a movie.

There were some figures shaking, and some strange-looking monsters.

They were fighting, but after those monsters were defeated by the various races, they retreated into the shadows and gradually began to change.... It becomes any of the races it comes into contact with, and blends into them, learns how they speak, learns their movements and habits, and gradually replaces them....

The mercenary king, Fake, and Fu Kun looked pale, and their backs were cold....

Falke exclaimed, "This... It's horrible! If this is true, then my brother Salomon! He.... Recently, there has been a big change in temperament... It's completely different from the way it used to speak...."

The old wizard put away the magic illusion and said with a solemn expression, "This is a fragment I found in an ancient book, and I made it into a magic brand. If you look at what has happened in the Northland Desert recently, I would make a worst guess.... Many of you have probably been replaced by this monster! Your true companion doesn't know where he is, and it's quite possible.... Already killed! ”

Farke's eyes widened, his fists clenched. He slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

"Nope! I'm going to call Celex right now! We need to ask him where the hell he is. What the hell happened to him!? ”

"Calm down! Fack! If you go now, you'll only startle the snake! ”

Mourning Kun grabbed Fack's arm and dragged him back to the table.

The mercenary king said: "Brother Fu Kun is right, and we are just guessing now. Dear Wizard, is there anything you can do to make them manifest? Or how do we distinguish whether it is our brother's temperament that has changed dramatically, or whether it has been replaced by something? ”

Cherrekh stared at the latter and held out two fingers: "So... I also need the mercenary king to prepare two things for me. ”

"Speak!"

"The first thing, I want a soak of boy urine from a boy born at seven o'clock on July 7th. The second is the eyelashes of the queen of the sand wasps. I have a way to make the monsters that have taken shape into humans show their true colors, and now I've collected the rest of the materials, and now that's all that's missing. ”

The corners of the mercenary king's mouth twitched, what kind of strange thing is this?

The queen of the sand wasps, he had heard. Poisonous wasps are very powerful, and there is only one queen wasp per hive. It's not hard to catch one with his skills.

But this boy born at 7 o'clock on the 7th of July... Does it have to be a child's urine? It's a bit of a pain! Is it necessary to have a census in their northland?

"Wait, Lord Wizard, wouldn't it be easier to leave this task of finding boys to those kings or lords? Why did you come here in the desert? ”

Cherrekh smiled slightly: "It is true that such a boy is indeed relatively easy to find in a large town, but he still has a premise.... The boy must be a descendant of the sandmen. ”

The "sand people" in the old wizard's mouth are the aborigines from the north of the Northland desert.

They live in harsh conditions and resource-poor desert areas all year round, and have lived there for generations.

Although the number of sand people is sparse, the way of survival is very primitive. However, in modern times, when the Northland mercenary group was developed, many sandmen also chose to join the mercenary group, and multiplied here, merging with the mercenaries who poured in from all over the continent.

However, the appearance characteristics of the sand people are still relatively obvious. Most of them have brown hair, a tall nose bridge, and brown pupils. And the face is angular, the cheeks are wide, and most of them have a rectangular face or square face. With rough hands, thick joints, and dark skin, there are indeed many descendants of the sandfolk in the Northland desert and Oasis Town.

The mercenary king scratched his head and smiled bitterly: "Okay, it seems that this trouble can only be checked by me personally." Remember, it is not appropriate for more people to know about this matter, in order to avoid startling the snake... Falk, leave the task of finding the Desert Wasp Queen to your squad. The Fu Kun brothers continue to investigate those mercenaries in the Northland whose temperament has changed greatly in recent times, and it is best to keep them under surveillance in the shadows, and never let them escape from the Northland and continue to go south! Other... We'll come back to Master Cheret when we're ready. ”

The old wizard nodded and saluted the Mercenary King.

The latter instructed his men to prepare rooms for the three old wizards, and then ran out in a hurry to find the boy to urinate.

As the mercenary king of the Northlands, he has ruled the Northlands for more than ten years! Naturally, Sharkusack is very familiar with the indigenous people here.

Who's a kid here, who's a girl, he can basically know it.

Now he wants to be sure that he was born at 7 o'clock on the 7th of July.... Boy! With such harsh conditions, will anyone really go along with them? How can there be such a perverted request?