百度魔拍

It’s clear at first glance that Link must have suffered a similar misfortune before, hence his extreme resistance.

However, his stress response was a bit too much, he even used his Destiny Witchcraft.

Speaking of which, how does his “Armor Orchid Battle Armor” differ so much from others?

Such a clear refusal, yet Lokan did not let up.

He still opened his arms and welcomed Link, picking up speed in his step.

He leaned forward, apparently determined to give Link a big bear hug.

If the hug really happened, considering Lokan’s body-refining physique, strength, and witchcraft power, Link would lose his ability to move in an instant, even if his midriff wasn’t crushed.

Not to mention the ensuing pain and torment, and the lost face in front of his soon-to-be teammates.

In such a case, Link can only make his refusal more apparent.

With a thought, he triggered the boots beneath him to spew flames, lifting him into the air, and sent him retreating rapidly.

He didn’t only increase the distance between them, but also placed himself near the entrance of the intelligence department’s station, ready to retreat from the camp at any time.

The memory of how the Wizard Lokan casually slapped the armor off of Link’s arm and caused his body, from the shoulder down, to go numb was still quite fresh in Link’s mind.

There was no way he was going to allow Lokan, who clearly meant harm, performed a bear hug on him.

While avoiding the embrace, Link asked Assad with doubt, “Is no one going to stop this?”

He asked in a calm tone, seemingly devoid of any emotion.

But Assad sensed Link’s firm determination hiding under his mild tone.

If no one would lend a hand in this tiny matter, how could Link trust that they, the soon-to-be teammates, would help him in critical moments?

If he couldn’t trust them, why would he join the team and entrust them with his life?

After all, he was only provisionally assigned and could return to the Potion Department at any time.

So what if he offended the Intelligence Department?

So what if he offended them?

Doesn’t everyone have some temperament?

Assad couldn’t help but feel a headache, the joy of his earlier laughter now replaced with stress.

All of these people were high maintenance, damn difficult to serve.

“Lokan, restrain yourself a little.”

Assad took a step forward to block Lokan’s path, said in a solemn tone, “We are all teammates. Don’t create bad memories before the mission, as these may affect our cooperation. This isn’t the first time you’ve done this kind of deep penetration mission, you should know the importance of trust among teammates.”

Lokan stopped in his tracks, stared straight into Assad’s eyes for a while, flashed an odd smile, said nothing, lowered his arms, and walked into the camp.

This mannerism was even worse than if he had said something, at least then everything would be out in the open.

With a deep sigh, Assad couldn’t help but think, these body-refining wizards, their muscles are extremely developed, even their heads are filled with muscles; it’s simply impossible to guess what’s going on in their brains.

“Come down, I will take you to meet your teammates.”

Once the sighing was done, Assad waved to Link and called him down.

“What was his problem?”

Link landed besides Assad, deactivated his battle armor, and asked in confusion, “Did I offend him somehow?”

Without waiting for Assad’s reply, Link further asked, “The two instances of rumors that blackened my reputation, were they also spread by him?” Could his thinking not be so sharp?

What am I supposed to answer?

Assad mentally complained, his face devoid of its usual carefree demeanor, even slightly hinting at a mask of pain.

Choosing to not answer these two questions, he abruptly changed the topic and said, “This time, the special squad consists of seven people. There’s a Tier 3 wizard commanding the team, I’m in charge of communication, you’re handling biological research and medical duties, Lokan is the front-line attacker when we encounter enemies, ‘Black Cat’ Betty is in charge of scouting, and Onyx and Mark are in charge of common firepower output.”

After a pause, Assad emphasized, “This is just a basic division and positioning of duties, not limitations. In practical actions, everyone should play a more active role.”

“Understood.”

Seeing Assad avoiding the question, Link didn’t continue to ask, instead, he listened seriously to his speech and nodded slightly.

In the field of wilderness exploration in Different worlds, Link was a complete novice. He had to lower his posture and take time to learn, observe, and think.

Especially when it came to deep penetration reconnaissance and combat, Link was without any practical experience.

He needed to learn, observe, and think about this even more.

By this time, the two had entered the camp.

Five team members, including Lokan, were seated within, with a burly man leading the group.

“Gentlemen, this is Link Grande, a First Level Wizard, with an affinity for both the Water and Wood systems, a Genius Potion Master, a prodigy in biology. He has been in the army for half a month and already has two merits to his name.”

Assad began to perform his role in coordinating communication, first introducing Link to the five team members, then introducing each of the five members to Link:

“This is Boss Otis, a Tier 3 wizard with affinity to the Light, Water, and Earth Systems.”

“This is ‘Black Cat’ Betty, a Second-Level Wizard with affinity to the wood and earth systems, she excels in scouting, tracking, and proceeding.”

“These two are Onyx and Mark, twins who are Second-Level Wizards with affinities to the wood and fire systems, they excel in explosions, fire suppression, and advancing.”

“This is Lokan, a Senior Second-Level Wizard with super affinity to the water system, he’s a body-refining wizard.”