325: Entering Blade Camp

Blade Camp.

Shen Bei and others entered, escorting the alien captives.

The scale of this camp was not small.

The outer perimeter was a five-meter-high concrete wall.

Military patrolled the walls at all times.

At regular intervals, there were large crossbows, their shapes incredibly menacing, pointed at the sky.

This was an important means of defense against flying Vicious Beasts.

Artillery was restricted by certain rules in the Dungeon and could not be used, so large crossbows were the best and standard choice.

Although Blade Camp was called a camp, it was actually more like a small city.

For the country, everything could be doubted, but not the country's infrastructure.

The infrastructure maniacs were not just talk; they actually built things.

Shen Bei surveyed the interior of the camp.

The buildings were not tall, about three or four stories.

But the functions were very complete.

There were shops, trading posts, residences, and even Northeastern home-style dishes, Sichuan West restaurants, and Shaxian snacks…

It was just that the prices were a bit expensive.

After all, this was the Dungeon, and the routes for transporting supplies were risky.

Do not doubt the country's fanaticism for doing business.

They say Jews are good at business.

But compared to Wenzhou people, they are still a bit lacking.

Not to mention, on Huashan's Changkong Plank Road, if you just carve a small hole, there's a Da Shouzi selling food and water…

Let alone the Amazon jungle, where people backpack in to sell instant noodles.

Wherever there are people, people from the country will come to do business. This kind of courage, even if you tie it together with Jews, they wouldn't dare.

Zhuang Bifan contacted the garrison to receive the captives.

The commander issued a note, proving the reception of the alien captives, and the rest of the matters were no longer for Shen Bei and others to manage.

After leaving the Dungeon and returning to earth's surface, they could take the note to the Xing Sha Dungeon Military Department to claim their rewards.

At this time, Zhuang Bifan still had matters to discuss with the garrison. This was Shen Bei's backup plan, and Zhuang Bifan himself was from the Military Department, making discussions more convenient.

Meanwhile, Shen Bei took Fang Nanxi to a restaurant, ordered dishes, and ate.

After almost a day of rushing, they were famished, and treating their appetites was a kind of satisfaction.

This Sichuan West restaurant had quite a few customers, and Shen Bei waited for more than ten minutes to get a seat.

He glanced at the menu.

The prices were astonishing.

Just ordering a few dishes would cost over ten thousand yuan.

Although this price was expensive, it would cause an uproar on earth's surface.

But in the Dungeon, it was quite affordable…

After all, the environment was different.

To put it bluntly, the money the chef earned today might be his coffin money for tomorrow.

Furthermore, Martial Artists entering and exiting the Dungeon were not short on money; a team eating a meal for tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, was commonplace.

Of course, if one found it too expensive, then eating dry rations and nutrient paste would suffice.

While waiting for the dishes, Fang Nanxi kept staring at Shen Bei.

She really couldn't understand why, with Fang Han's situation so complicated, Shen Bei and Zhuang Bifan still wanted to proceed.

Were they crazy?

“Is it worth it?” Fang Nanxi asked softly.

Shen Bei smiled and said, “Isn't it super cost-effective?”

From a monetary perspective, 1 million yuan to hire a Three-Rank Invincible King, the king of champions of the Newcomer Challenge, the first person to plant a flag, the Five-Rank Shen Bei, who is a quick whirlwind, and a mysterious Six-Rank Military Martial Artist who hasn't shown much strength yet.

This price is hard to find anywhere.

Especially with the latest information on Fang Han.

He was no longer a simple alien, but a city lord!

That is to say, Fang Han would have countless aliens surrounding him.

The country's Military Department knew best how many people would die to attack a city.

Every camp established came at the cost of blood and bones.

Military Martial Artists sacrificed the most and had the highest mortality rate!

And Fang Nanxi knew who she was. For the Fang Family to save Face, wanting to capture Fang Han, it was naturally impossible for the country to pay such a high price.

But Shen Bei and Zhuang Bifan still didn't give up, which made Fang Nanxi feel uncomfortable.

“It's not worth it,” Fang Nanxi played with a spoon on the table.

Shen Bei, however, said straightforwardly, “Whether it's worth it or not doesn't depend on you. This matter has completely slipped out of your control now; just leave it to us.”

“What else can I do?” Fang Nanxi asked, puzzled.

Actually, at this point, generally speaking, there really wasn't much for Fang Nanxi to do.

Originally, it was thought that Fang Han was just an ordinary alien, which would require Fang Nanxi to use spells to search for him little by little.

After all, no one knew what Fang Han looked like after becoming an alien.

But now, Fang Han's identity had undergone a huge change; the target was clear: the city lord of Black Furnace City.

There was no need for Fang Nanxi to identify him; a city lord would naturally dress and have an aura different from other aliens.

However, even so, Shen Bei didn't let Fang Nanxi leave; she had to continue following.

The reason was simple.

The scene that unfolded in the ruined town was still vivid in Shen Bei's mind.

Who said a leader had to wear different clothes?

Xu Ying killed the white-clothed alien, thinking he was the leader, but what happened…

When the other aliens took off their clothes, each of them was wearing white clothes as backup!

You've already had a lesson; how can you not learn from it?

This was why Fang Nanxi was still following.

At this moment, Shen Bei rubbed his nose: “You have two things to do. One is to watch and find the real Fang Han. Of course, it might not even be necessary; it depends on the situation.”

“The other is that on the battlefield, swords and blades have no eyes. No matter what happens, once our target is confirmed, you run as far back as you can, and hide as far away as possible.”

Fang Nanxi's mouth twitched, she nodded, and then asked, “But we are humans; how do we get into Black Furnace City?”

“You don't need to worry about that.”

At this moment, the dishes were served, and Shen Bei greeted Fang Nanxi: “Let's eat first. Eat your fill so you don't become a hungry ghost.”

“Can you…?” Fang Nanxi picked up her bowl and chopsticks, eating in small bites, and continued, “Say something auspicious? This is unlucky.”

“When you are prepared to die, no one can kill you,” Shen Bei began his sophistry: “Because the only one who can kill you is yourself.”

“Spiritual victory method?”

“As long as there is a victory, even if one dies, it is still a victory.”

“Incomprehensible.”

Shen Bei licked the rice grains from the corner of his mouth and took a bite of the boiled fish: “Sometimes death doesn't necessarily have to achieve anything. As long as one has a clear conscience, or can pave the way for future generations, everyone is a hero.”

Fang Nanxi lowered her gaze and said nothing more.

After eating and drinking their fill.

Shen Bei called the boss to settle the bill.

“Enjoy your meal, little brother,” the boss said with a strong Northeastern accent.

Shen Bei was stunned, his mouth twitching: “Isn't this a Sichuan West restaurant?”

“Lanzhou Lamian isn't from Lanzhou either,” the boss chuckled and continued, “The Northeastern restaurant next door is actually run by Sichuan West people.”

“You guys just play cross-industry, huh.”

Shen Bei flipped his palm, and a stack of banknotes appeared in his hand.

“Holy cow!”

The boss was startled: “You're one of the few people I've seen with a Storage Ring. You're the real winner in life, so good at being born into the right family.”

In the boss's opinion, Storage Rings were rare, and only extremely wealthy families could afford them.

He mistakenly thought Shen Bei was some Young Master from a rich family.

And the boss's shout attracted the attention of many Martial Artists in the restaurant.

Each of them was filled with envy.

And Shen Bei, acting very pretentious, said: “Small change, just a dozen small targets. Just build some houses at home, sell them, and you'll have it.”

This pretense was very stiff.

Fang Nanxi almost threw up.

Some Martial Artists whispered privately:

“Isn't that Shen Bei?”

“It's him, a very fierce Martial Artist, once single-handedly pacified a temporary Dungeon.”

“What's that? The most exciting was the flag-planting battle; it was so tragic. I heard the Ministry of Education is preparing to rewrite the article and include it in the third-grade primary school curriculum.”

“He's truly at the Peak of his life.”

“Peak my ass! Don't listen to him bragging. That Storage Ring must have been picked up, not bought.”

“How do you know?”

“During the National Newcomer Exchange Competition, while others were fighting fiercely on stage, he was still moving bricks at a construction site on campus to earn money. You say his family has tens of billions in assets? You're fooling ghosts.”

…

Shen Bei had a thick skin. Listening to the discussions, he remained unmoved and swaggered out of the restaurant.

And in the innermost corner of the restaurant.

One female and two male figures all tilted their heads, watching Shen Bei's retreating back, their expressions unclear.

“This guy actually came to Xing Sha Dungeon.”

“He has a Storage Ring.”

“Very valuable, indeed.”

“If he doesn't leave, we won't either. Tomorrow, we continue our mission and head to Black Furnace City.”

…

Hotel.

Shen Bei threw himself onto the bed.

Outside, the sky suddenly turned dark, like a light being switched off.

Shen Bei didn't plan to rush; he would rest for a night and depart for Black Furnace City tomorrow morning.

Fang Nanxi also stayed in the same room.

Fortunately, it was a suite.

Enough for three people to rest.

Not long after.

Zhuang Bifan carried a mirror, chewing gum, and pushed open the door.

“How was it?”

Shen Bei lay on the bed, posing like a sleeping beauty, and asked.

Zhuang Bifan put down the mirror, sat on the edge of the bed, and crossed his legs: “It's a bit difficult, after all, it's hard to explain.”

“Even if it's explained clearly, it might not necessarily attract the attention of the commander.”

Shen Bei nodded.

Xing Sha Dungeon was in the Central War Zone.

Zhuang Bifan was from the Northeast War Zone; not being in the same war zone, there were still barriers to getting things done.

Moreover, communication in the Dungeon was not developed; messages were basically encrypted letters, with specialized communication soldiers traveling back and forth between various camps and earth's surface.

In urgent cases, a Da Shouzi could fly through the air to deliver messages.

Thus, for Bai Wei to communicate with the Central War Zone's general, the cost would be quite high.

Time also waited for no one.

“This is a backup plan; it might not even be used,” Shen Bei was not particularly troubled.

Before arriving at Blade Camp from the Giant Ape Cave, Shen Bei and Zhuang Bifan had discussed two plans.

One was to forcefully attack Black Furnace City, capture Fang Han, and at the same time, push forward the human front line.

But this plan was difficult to execute, requiring too many Martial Artists, and the foreseeable death toll would also be high.

Shen Bei had Zhuang Bifan give a heads-up beforehand, so as not to waste time when needed.

Currently, it seemed the effect was not good.

Xing Sha Dungeon probably had no plans to advance the front line recently.

The other was to lure Fang Han out of Black Furnace City.

Black Furnace City was the territory of the aliens, and the two of them certainly couldn't blend in.

They could only wait or lure Fang Han to come out voluntarily.

As for the specific method, Shen Bei already had an idea.

Once they reached the vicinity of Black Furnace City, they would act according to the situation.

If this didn't work, then Shen Bei wouldn't hesitate to play dirty.

Fang Nanxi's role was not just to identify Fang Han's true body.

She was also a hostage!

Zhuang Bifan disagreed with this idea, as it would harm human ethics and morality.

But was Shen Bei someone who cared about others' opinions?

If he didn't act human, then no morality could bind him.

That strange item that could Incarnation into an alien had to be obtained.

This could potentially change the progress of finding the “Martial Dao Pinnacle.”

Under a flexible bottom line, no means were too low.

This.

Was Shen Bei!

…

The next day.

Shen Bei and his group walked out of Blade Camp.

Officially setting off for Black Furnace City!