Constructing-Style Wizard Chapter 77 – Chapter 77: 62. Lost Sparrow Announcement

Chapter 77: 62. Lost Sparrow Announcement

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“Chirp-chirp-chirp-

The whistle outside the tent was light, not like in an emergency situation.

Corporal Mars listened carefully and nodded his head, saying:

“It's the whistle for the arrival of reinforcements. Let's go, Jarvis. Alvin's army should withdraw. Tomb No.1079 will be handed over to Lieutenant Sterling's army. However, the two of us will stay, you know why.” “Yes, I know, Chief Officer, to modify the Undead Runes.” “Good to know that you are mentally prepared.”

As Corporal Mars walked out, he said:

“Jarvis, have I not introduced you to the tomb's numbering system yet?”

“No, Chief Officer.”

“Oh, I've been careless, I'm sorry. Ever since I met you, I've been thinking about the secret plan and forgot to tell you the basics.”

Corporal Mars lifted the door curtain, came outside, and continued:

“The tomb's numbers range from 1 to 1121. The smaller the number, the more difficult it is to clean the tomb.

“Tombs above 1000, like the current Tomb No.1079, are low in combat intensity. Mostly low-level undead creatures appear here. Skeleton Warriors and Cavern Stalkers are common and relatively easy enemies.”

Noland Lee nodded his head slowly:

“So, it shouldn't be normal for enemies like Stone Tomb Bound Spirits to appear in Tomb No.1079, right, Chief Officer?”

“Yes, that's right. Do you remember the two features, 'Bone Supply' and 'Death

Supply'? They are also common in tombs numbered 500 to 999 instead of Tomb No.1079 we are in. Tombs within the 1000s have higher combat intensity. Each cleaning takes about a week or sometimes up to half a month or even a month.”

Corporal Mars pointed to the army negotiating with the guards:

“Lieutenant Sterling has a total of three troops under his command, which are responsible for Tombs 700 to 729.

“Their equipment is better and more advanced than ours. Basically, everyone is equipped with Biochemical Weapons all the time. The Lightning Spore, which we sometimes use, is just a standard weapon for their team.”

Noland Lee squinted his eyes and examined the reinforcements.

They were full of spirit, dressed brightly, and highly motivated, unlike Alvin's battered army.

But not everyone was shining.

There were many Sin Soldiers in Lieutenant Sterling's army.

Noland Lee quickly counted and saw at least 30 of them.

The condition of these Sin Soldiers was much worse than his own.

Missing arms and legs, lack of noses and ears, black and green eyes, they were in a terrible state.

It was evident that Lieutenant Sterling was simply using the Sin Soldiers as cannon fodder without any concern.

The treatment of Noland Lee was unique.

As for Lieutenant Sterling himself, he was indeed a tough man.

He looked around 30 years old, but had a thick gray goatee.

His entire upper body was sharply triangular in shape.

The muscles of his shoulders, chest, back, and arms were virtually blindingly huge.

His two thighs were as thick as elephant legs, and the leg muscles had formed obvious folds in his pants.

Noland Lee was doubtful if this kind of man could kick a Big Skeleton in the head so effortlessly.

He held a bulky power saw in his hand. When starting it, it would emit a roaring noise.

“So that's Lieutenant Sterling? His weapon is quite peculiar, it's a power saw spitting black smoke. ”

Noland Lee shook his head slightly:

“I have to say, he looks much stronger than Sergeant Alvin Stafford. Alvin Stafford is really getting old.”

Corporal Mars' eyes flickered as if he felt a bit emotional.

Watching the two armies exchange, he murmured:

“Alvin Stafford… He was actually supposed to leave the Suffering Borderland a few years ago, but he stayed for the plan. He insisted on staying until he saw it succeed. I can understand his thoughts. After fighting the undead for a lifetime, he longs to see the hope of victory before he retires.”

“Fighting the undead for a lifetime?” Noland Lee was secretly shocked:

“You mean, Sergeant Alvin Stafford has been in the Suffering Borderland for a long time?”

“Yes. Since his son was killed by the undead, he has been here looking for a way to defeat the undead. You may not believe it, but he was already over 40 when he joined the army. Stubborn as he was, he insisted on joining the army to avenge his son. If it weren't for his strong body, strong will and his ability to learn military knowledge, the Imperial Army definitely wouldn't have accepted him… Now that I think about it, he's really amazing to have endured so long here… Perhaps the power of revenge is what's supporting him.”

As the two spoke, the medical soldiers just walked out of the Commander's tent carrying Sergeant Alvin Stafford and Lieutenant Grett on stretches towards the entrance of the tomb.

Corporal Mars looked at the old man's form on the stretcher with concern, then shook his head and stopped the topic:

“Come help, Jarvis. Let's move the tent a bit to make room for Lieutenant

Sterling's soldiers. For the next few hours, the two of us can rest assured. Everything will be taken care of by Lieutenant Sterling. You just have to wait and modify the Undead Runes.”

“Are you sure? We'll just sleep in the tent?”

Chapter end