The three young men in this team are all being led by some senior members.
Since the Forest City Lord's nephew was in this group, there were three powerful warriors dressed like guards, all of whom were arranged by the City Lord to protect him.
The girl was connected to a chamber of commerce and was a junior of a prominent figure in that chamber.
Two people in this group are Lina's elders, and they are also accompanying her on this training journey.
As for the other disheveled, drunken-looking warrior, that was none other than Little John's drunken mentor.
Originally, no one had high hopes for Hans.
Nobody believed that a drunkard could properly teach young John.
However, Hans wanted to take Johann out to gain experience.
Everyone thought he was just talking, after all, what kind of strength could a drunkard have?
Add a new soldier to go out and gain experience.
It would be good enough if you didn't lose your life in the forest.
Who knew he was actually a bronze-level warrior?
Ultimately, these people formed a team and set off together.
I want to get a piece of the pie from this opportunity.
This team includes a Silver-ranked warrior.
He was the strongest of the three guards who were guarding the city lord's nephew.
A Silver-ranked individual leads a group of Bronze and Iron-ranked individuals.
Although the forest was in chaos, they managed to stay relatively safe thanks to their strength.
"Not bad, Lan. In a little while, you will definitely become an outstanding Silver-level warrior. In the future, you will surely grow into a top-level expert as powerful as the city lord."
"Unlike me, I can only linger at the mid-level Silver, and I'll probably only ever reach the peak Silver in my lifetime."
Lanbi John and Lina are two years older and are already bronze-level warriors.
His swordsmanship was steady and solid; although there were no particularly outstanding features, there were almost no flaws.
"Uncle Beard, you're too modest. You'll definitely become a Gold-level expert. As for me..."
Lan gave a wry smile.
"I'm not very talented, but I want to be like my uncle..."
"Don't be discouraged, Lan. Your hard work is evident to all!"
"But will hard work always make you stronger?"
"Definitely!"
Lan could only purse her lips after hearing her elders' motivational speeches.
"But Uncle Beard, didn't you say before that no matter how hard you tried, you could only reach Silver rank?"
"Well……"
The man with a large beard wanted to say a few more words of inspirational wisdom.
But when I heard that, I was speechless with embarrassment.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
"Ha ha……"
A silver-ranked leader and several bronze-ranked individuals were leading the charge, resisting some wild beasts that had fled to the vicinity.
Lina and John, both Iron-ranked, are just behind you. They can just coast along and finish off any wounded beasts.
"Another one!"
Because a powerful figure was blocking the danger from ahead.
John, who was at the back of the group, didn't feel much pressure.
Then he found a medicinal herb under a large tree, hidden in a corner covered by leaves.
It is a bright and beautiful flower.
The petals display two colors, ice blue and white, making them appear quite alluring.
John glanced at the crowd ahead and quietly moved toward the flowers.
He pretended to stumble, bent over, and grabbed the medicinal herb with one hand.
"Hehe, I got it again..."
John narrowed his eyes, looking very satisfied.
This is the third time he's managed to snag a bargain.
Logically, the team's rewards should be distributed according to their contributions at the end.
but……
"Hmph! Fool, what's the use of killing wild beasts like an idiot? These medicinal herbs are the real treasures."
"Oh, right, he's the city lord's nephew, why would he be interested in these trivial medicinal herbs?"
"...So what if he has a city lord as an uncle? Without the city lord, what does he amount to?"
John coldly watched Lan as she relentlessly slaughtered wild beasts ahead.
He felt extremely disdainful.
At that moment, Hans walked over from the front.
"Are you alright, John? What just happened?"
As John's mentor.
After leaving Forest City, the drunkard Hans seemed a little different.
He was completely different from the颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it conveys a sense of listlessness, decadence, and apathy) appearance he had when he was drunk and passed out in the tavern.
John said, "It's nothing. There was a snake trying to ambush me, but I fought it off."
Hans nodded and said nothing more.
This apprentice is exceptionally talented; he learns even the simplest moves very quickly when being taught.
Even if it's difficult, you can use it quite well after practicing a few times.
He was still very satisfied.
...
Zhao Zian had been following behind for a long time.
Because flying ants are small in size.
A few small insects were flying around nearby, and almost no one would notice them.
So he was just watching from the sidelines, observing all sorts of little actions.
"How come this brat is so lucky?"
He couldn't find a single medicinal herb anywhere else for half a day.
As a result, after following this brat, I discovered that he could find someone every few days.
No, is this kind of elixir so easy to find?
Looking around, one sees various wild beasts fighting each other, their races locked in bloody battles.
A person's brain is beaten into a dog's brain; a good leg is kicked until it's crippled; a crippled leg is kicked until it's broken.
They would even risk their lives for a broken medicinal herb.
Let's look over here.
Like picking up trash, I found several without much effort.
Zhao Zian felt a bit resentful.
My conjunctivitis is about to flare up.
Although the powerful might not be interested in the weaker elixirs available outside.
But that applies only to high-level big shots.
For creatures of low to mid-level strength, it's practically a panacea.
Zhao Zian even wanted to control the ant army and snatch all the spiritual medicine from this lucky kid's hands.
However, after seeing the silver warrior who could unleash sword energy, I decided to forget about it.
In this Western-style fantasy world.
Black Iron level is basically not much stronger than an ordinary person.
With a little practice, you can learn one or two moves and successfully become an Iron-level certified athlete.
Once you reach the Bronze level, things change; basically, everyone there is like a top-tier soldier.
He is highly proficient in all skills and his physical fitness is also excellent.
He was covered in metal armor, and you could tell how heavy it was just by looking at it. Yet, he seemed perfectly fine wearing it.
He wielded the iron longsword in his hand as easily as a wooden stick.
Once you reach the Silver level, you'll basically be able to unleash some sword energy or similar techniques.
It can be considered that they have barely escaped the realm of mortals.
Even when the Silver Warrior was surrounded by a group of beasts, he unleashed a wide-range white sword aura.
They simply cut all the wild beasts in half at the waist.
However, powerful moves obviously can't be used all the time; they become ineffective after one use.
In the later stages, Zhao Zian didn't see much of anything.
The flying ants followed slowly behind the group.
Little John was indeed lucky; he often managed to find some medicinal herbs.
However, when you pick the fruit or other things, some of the leaves, roots, and stems that remain also possess a certain spiritual power.
Zhao Zian then controlled the flying ants to take away the remaining parts with spiritual power.
Although the effects aren't that great, little by little, these spiritually potent plants can still be a good food source.
The more spiritual something is, the more likely it is to promote the evolution of life.
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