The brave man opened the coffin and rose

[Protection of the ranks].

After hearing Abes's whispered question, Kronos, worthy of being the inheritor of the Mels family's knowledge, gave a reliable answer.

For teams with actual command, the protection of the ranks can display detailed data in the form of panels and data.

Of course, the most important thing is that some of the commander's abilities, bonuses, and even other protection effects can affect the entire team to some extent through the function of protection of the troops.

And now, in front of Abes, on the interface that only he could see, ten portraits of people were displayed vividly.

Not only the name, but even some basic attributes are clearly displayed.

"Yes, it is indeed a formation function, but it lacks the most important experience infusion module..."

After taking a quick look, Abes quickly discovered the difference between it and the formation function in the game.

Without that little plus sign, I wouldn't be able to use the extra experience of the hero units to directly upgrade these people.

But think about it, in an integration package that pursues rigorous and hard-working gameplay, where even unlocking functions requires you to figure it out bit by bit on your own, it is understandable to make some minor modifications to the functions.

It would be outrageous if Abes could use his experience to add points to these people and turn these untrained farmers and hungry people into elite warriors in minutes!

Fortunately, the most basic bonus capabilities of the formation function are still retained.

In other words, the buff on the commander can also play a role in the team, although it is a weakened version.

After briefly explaining the situation, Abes led a team of ten people into the dense forest to hunt and collect fruits and vegetables, and Kronos was naturally left behind to look after the house.

In fact, this silver-haired girl naturally has a kind of friendly power. Abes is very sure that with her around, the two teams may soon become friends.

With ten completely untrained farmers and civilians, Abes walked into the dense forest.

Although they were equipped with javelins and scimitars, after entering the dense forest, Abes tried to give command, but the results were not satisfactory.

Not to mention complicated instructions like throwing and drawing a knife, even asking them to look left or right was a mess.

But this is reasonable. In modern society, young people who have received higher education have to practice hard for several days to avoid making mistakes when they encounter military training in college.

What's more, in this fantasy integrated package world, these guys have only known farming and begging for half their lives.

Judging from the data, some of them have slightly better strength or agility than others, but that is just a bit of luck in their growth and cannot bring any improvement to their combat power.

Maybe there are strong men with natural strength among them or even young men with hunting experience, but fighting alone does not mean that they can do a good job in the army.

Fortunately, Abesi quickly came up with a solution.

Looking at those guys who began to look around and were very nervous after entering the dense forest, Abes laughed and then spoke.

"Don't worry. Although we are equipped with weapons, please don't take it too seriously. We are just here to find food. We don't need the same requirements as soldiers and the army."

"The only thing I ask is that everyone should act with the same passion as if they were going to a banquet to fight for the first piece of barbecue after a big harvest."

It is impossible to train in a short period of time, but fortunately, there is no need to meet that requirement now.

Just going into the jungle to find some food.

Gathering and hunting are two things that primitive people who eat raw meat and drink blood can do, let alone this team of ten people led by himself?

As long as you work hard, picking some fruits and vegetables and hunting some wild animals shouldn't be a difficult task.

Therefore, all you need to do is motivate them.

"Don't worry, we are all equipped with weapons, and I am not weak either."

Abes drew the long sword from his waist and cut the tree in front of him, which was as thick as a person, in half with one sword.

Seeing the people around him looking at him with astonishment again, Abes nodded with satisfaction.

"Let's do it now, the others are still waiting for us outside!"

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Deep in the forest, there stands a huge tent.

Just as Abes thought of but did not mention it, there was indeed a lizardman force entrenched among them.

The tent was filled with lit candles, and a chandelier made of bones hung from the top.

And at the end of each white jade bone support, there is a candle hanging.

As a marching tent, this decoration seems too gorgeous.

Even though the style is not so in line with the civilized requirements of human beings, there is undoubtedly a terrifying and rough beauty in it.

In the center of the tent, an old lizardman leaned on a cane, with a long scratch across one of his eyes.

Because of this scratch, there was no trace of gentleness and kindness on his face.

Even if a human is not a lizardman, one can easily read the cruelty on this guy's face.

However, this guy is not the owner of this tent.

“…The above are some of my suggestions.”

At this moment, the old lizardman with a sinister face finished his narration, then raised his head and looked at the darkness at the end of the tent with his only remaining eye.

At the end of the tent, darkness concealed a rough throne.

There, he is the owner of the tent.

The old lizardman stared at the darkness at the end of the tent, as if he wanted to see the "figure" on the throne through the darkness, waiting for the other party's answer.

There was no emotion on his face, only dead silence.

However, although he seemed calm, he was actually extremely nervous.

For example, his crutches were now tightly clenched in his hands, and the joints were white from the force.

At this moment, the curtain door of the tent was rudely pushed open, and a young lizardman walked in hurriedly.

There was a hint of panic on his face and his eyes flickered with anxiety.

"My lord, this is bad!" he gasped, "Several attack teams from the Eastern Wasteland have suddenly lost contact, and the people we sent out to look for them haven't returned either."

However, the young lizardman seemed not to see the figure at the end of the tent, but reported respectfully to the old lizardman standing in the middle of the tent.

Upon hearing the news, the old lizardman's eyes changed, and the original dead silence was replaced by anger and murderous intent.

He stood up suddenly and slammed his cane on the ground with a loud bang.

"Lost contact?" He gritted his teeth and said, "A bunch of idiots, all of them!"

In order to ensure the accuracy of the action, they divided the team into small teams.

Although this made it difficult to capture towns and cities, it was even more difficult to capture castles and city walls.

But precisely because of this, they retain flexibility and are able to ensure that they will not be captured and destroyed as a whole by human armies.

But now, you tell me that they still lost contact, and the people sent to contact and search have not returned?

what is the problem?

"Something must have gone wrong with the attacking team, so we have to ask the teams responsible for other tasks to take over. Which team has contacted us recently?"

"It's Captain Rectore's team, a scaleless gathering team. They lost a number of compatriots, but they have already breached three farms. They are on their way back to complete the mission and get supplies."

"Let the collection team be the collection team. Let them bring the Scaleless People back here, and then divide them into the reconnaissance team. Try to spread out to the surrounding areas and find out what happened to the attacking team."

The young lizardman took the order and left, and the tent fell into silence again.

The old lizard man sat down again, his eyes fixed on the darkness at the end of the tent.