Quadruple split.

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"I never thought that your unreliable brain could function smoothly once in a while."

Peschi didn't try to be mysterious. Under Largo's shocked gaze, he simply admitted, "That's right, I didn't pass the [Level II Armed Archaeologist] exam. In fact, although there are many ways to obtain the qualification of an armed archaeologist, it really doesn't include the certification that I am best at."

Largo didn't pay attention to the good-natured mockery in Peschi's tone, and just breathed a sigh of relief: "So that's it."

It's no wonder that he was so startled. After all, knowing that Largo had feelings for his childhood sweetheart, it was completely reasonable for him to not want Peshi to deal with dangerous things. And the special position of "Armed Archaeologist" was exactly the type that was most likely to deal with danger, and he would go wherever there was a situation.

As far as Largo knows, as the only team in charge of "combat" and related matters under the neutral public welfare organization [Archaeologists Association], those armed archaeologists have not deviated from the purpose and spirit of the association in terms of style. However, from another perspective, it can be said that even if those lunatics chop people into pieces, they are in a seriously deviated scientific research or exploration spirit, and their methods are so outrageous that even Largo, the leader of a large mercenary group, feels that it is a bit outrageous.

He would always remember that when he had just taken over "Wreck-It Ralph", his acquaintance Zordon Nightcrawler allocated some budget to assign "Wreck-It Ralph" a guard mission with twenty armed archaeologists in order to help him quickly adapt to his identity and consolidate his position, hoping that he could get off to a good start after becoming the new leader.

Then--

Although the mission was indeed completed successfully, and they successfully obtained all the target information from the underground palace that seemed to have belonged to a demon warlock in the past, they encountered unexpected resistance during the exploration. The twenty armed archaeologists rushed forward carelessly while Largo was carefully observing the situation, and destroyed everything they knew that might "destroy cultural relics".

Including eighteen high-level hellfires, twenty-six groups of void walkers, three three-point succubi, at least fifty demon guards, fifteen hellhounds, two soul wells, half of a magic reservoir that has not yet been exhausted, and a small-scale demon plane.

That's right, just as those crazy guys rushed forward waving long swords, compasses, surveying instruments, archaeological notes, nine-unit outdoor survival pile drivers, lightweight versions of the "Gravedigger" mechanical arm guards, high-pressure hot pickaxes and other things, Largo felt that in the blink of an eye, those demons and traps that were not very strong in his eyes but must be prepared for were "melted" by those fierce guys.

Melting 'melt'!
And in the end, those psychopaths actually used their keen sense of smell as archaeologists to chase a few demon guards to an alternate dimension. Although they only held out in the temporary position for less than five minutes before retreating, if nothing unexpected happened, the parting gifts they left behind could almost turn the mini-plane hidden deep in the ruins into a 'relic'.

To be honest, in Largo's opinion, those terrifying armed archaeologists are not outstanding in individual strength. Although they are basically at a high level, they are only at the second echelon of "Destroyer King". However, the lethality they demonstrated far exceeds their theoretical strength.

When reviewing the situation after the mission, Largo attributed this phenomenon from mild to severe to three points:

First, they are not afraid of death. They don't care about their own lives, let alone the lives of their enemies. When they fight, they are crazier than an ogre berserker who got his head hit by a tree and then drank two barrels of high-purity liquor.

Second, they are able to flexibly and skillfully use various "research devices", which include not only conventional items such as notebooks and lighting stones, but also a large number of unconventional things including [Portable Wall-Breaking Cannons]. Most of them are products of alchemy and engineering, with a wide variety of types. Although they cannot bring about a qualitative leap in their development, they can effectively play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses.

The third point, and the most important one, is that the degree of cooperation and tacit understanding among these armed archaeologists is really a bit too exaggerated. Although he has not dealt with them for a long time, Largo is extremely confident that if the armed archaeologists of the [Archaeologists Association] fight against the Highland warriors of [Wreck-It Ralph], then in a one-on-one situation, Wreck-It Ralph will definitely win, and in a five-on-five situation, the two sides will probably win or lose. Once the number of participants on both sides exceeds ten digits, those armed archaeologists will probably win with an overwhelming advantage.

However, Largo was very open-minded about this. After all, he had known for a long time that the world was big, and he, Loya, and the King of Destruction were just a tiny part of it. Instead of feeling sorry for himself and being sentimental when encountering something that he could not compare to, it would be better for him to be down-to-earth and work hard to protect precious things with self-awareness.

For example, his tribe, his mercenary group, his nephew Bilge, and...

"Ms. Pesci."

At this moment, the half-elf woman standing behind Pei Xi, wearing the standard robes of the Archaeologists Association, reminded her: "If we want to establish a close observation point tonight, I'm afraid we don't have much time left."

"Thanks for reminding."

Without even turning his head, Peschi said this, and then continued to explain to Largo in a leisurely manner: "As for the set of things I'm wearing, although it is indeed the new equipment of the armed archaeologists, it was not directly issued by the association, but I exchanged it for the "contribution" I saved for half a year. Today is the first time I wear it. The logistics department has also promised to maintain it permanently and replenish all supporting materials at a 70% discount. Are you envious?"

Largo nodded vigorously and replied seriously, "It looks good."

"Ah."

Peschi didn't seem to notice that Largo had misheard his question. He just turned slightly and pointed to the two members of the Archaeological Association behind him. "These two are Level 3 experts of the Archaeological Association's Seventh Large Base in Savage Highlands. They are Klaus Hale and Harley Boyd. They will go with us to the temporarily stabilized ancient ruins. Although they will not explore with us, they will be responsible for support and logistics while establishing a close observation point."

"Hello."

The half-elf woman who looked younger than Pesci nodded slightly to Largo and the Paw Patrol members and said coldly: "I hope you will hurry up. After all, the situation of the ancient ruins changes every day. Any amateur and boring delay will make this exploration more complicated. Maybe you don't care, but Ms. Pesci's time is precious. Any of the topics she has on hand will..."

"Can your dead mother resurrect as an undead creature and use a rubber band pulled out of her pants as a slingshot to smash your windows in the middle of the night?"

A passing turtle rolled his eyes and made a very unreliable and impolite guess about Ms. Harley's family. His speaking speed was in absolute inverse proportion to his crawling speed, which was very consistent with his appearance: "Or are you worried that the ancient relic will teleport to your father's grave and have a thrilling ghost marriage with him? Let your mother cry and use the rubber band she pulled out of her pants as a slingshot to teach the couple who raped the grave a lesson?"

Although she was well-informed, Harley Boyd was stunned when she encountered this kind of dragon language magic for the first time. It took her more than ten seconds to process what the turtle was saying. She immediately said angrily with a red face: "You..."

"I am your father."

Wang Badan interrupted the other party with a serious face and said in a deep voice: "So I █ you █."

The half-elf expert, who had never suffered such injustice and whose parents were both still alive, felt a surge of evil fire rising to his head, and he actually staggered on the spot in dizziness.

"Little bastard!"

Ji Xiaoge immediately flapped her wings and flew in front of Wang Badan. She gently kicked the latter's shell and said with a stern face, "How can you talk like that! Apologize to him now!"

"sorry."

Wang Badan, who was well-behaved and docile, immediately lowered his head and said to the half-elf who had barely managed to stay standing with the help of his companions, "Actually, I'm not your father, and I've never defeated you."

The half-elf was furious: "How dare you, a beast, talk nonsense like that..."

“Nonsense!?”

Wang Ba was terrified, his eyes, which were not big in proportion to the size of the opponent, widened and said, "Did I defeat you, but I forgot?!"

"……" The next second, the lady named Harley suddenly covered her chest, and about a second later her eyes rolled back and she fainted in the arms of her companion.

"Good day, Captain Largo, and friends from the Paw Patrol."

The other expert who held Harley with one hand, the orc man called Klaus Hale, gently pushed his glasses and bowed to everyone politely and gently: "I sincerely hope that this will be a pleasant cooperation."

"A delightful... er... cooperation?"

Ji Xiaoge, who pretended to be aggressive, was stunned for a moment. He looked at the half-elf who seemed to have been defeated by the dragon language magic and completely fainted, and said with sweat dripping down his back: "Although we also hope so, I'm sorry, this turtle is actually..."

"This turtle is actually doing me a favor."

Pei Xi calmly interrupted Ji Xiaoge, and explained under the surprised gaze of the girl and everyone here except Mo Tan: "Harley is a new intern at our [Archaeologists Association]. However, because she studied at a certain college in Academy City that provided us with a lot of help, and her personal ability is also very good, even during the internship period, the association still gave her a temporary title of Level 3 expert and sent her to me."

Although he seemed a little dumb in front of Peschi, Largo was the first to react and asked his childhood sweetheart, "But you don't like her?"

"I like her work ability and work attitude, admire her rigor and meticulousness, and enjoy her affirmation and respect for me personally, but I also think that she will not have any positive effect on this exploration."

Peschi glanced at the half-elf girl held by Klaus with one hand and said casually, "As for the construction of the observation point and basic logistics, I think Klaus can handle it independently. Of course, considering the efficiency issue, it would be great if Bilger could temporarily join us."

"what?"

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Although he was always there and was tall and strong, Bilger's presence was shockingly low. He immediately widened his eyes, pointed at the tip of his nose and said in confusion: "Me?!"

"Yes, that's you, young man."

Peschi nodded and explained, "In theory, the establishment of a temporary observation point should involve at least one level three expert and one armed archaeologist. However, given our good relationship with Loya, there has never been an armed observer stationed at the seventh large base here. That's why Harley got another spot besides Klaus. Although she's not cut out for heavy work, you, little Birger, are obviously."

Bilger: “……Ah?”

"So I hope you can come with us and work with Klaus to build a temporary base outside the ruins. Believe me, this should be a rare and precious experience for you, and there is no danger."

Peschi gave Burge an encouraging smile from an elder, and then added: "Of course, if you want to take this opportunity to find a good match, I don't mind letting Klaus, who is frail and almost died young from a mouth ulcer some time ago, do the work alone."

Klaus immediately coughed lightly and refuted the rumor: "There is no such thing. I'm fine."

"Uh……"

Bilge immediately turned to look at Largo, his eyes flashing with a desire to see more of the world.

"You make up your own mind."

Because Peschi had made it clear that there would be no danger, Largo had no intention of stopping her. He just waved his hand and smiled, "I respect your decision."

Burge immediately said loudly and vigorously: "I want to go."

"very good."

Largo nodded with satisfaction, and nodded to this nephew who had more potential than himself in every aspect, and said with satisfaction: "Very energetic."

"Then the last problem is solved."

Peschi clapped her hands lightly, then belatedly said to the captain of the Paw Patrol, Wang Badan's guardian, "I hope you don't mind me taking the liberty of asking Wang Badan to do this. After all, I have thought about it for a long time. If I want to exclude Harley from this operation without being implicated, there must be a strong voice to stop her."

"A powerful voice..."

Long before Wang Badan showed up, he had been informed of this matter through the blood contract, so Mo Tan, who had not come out to teach Wang Ba a lesson immediately, slumped his shoulders somewhat exhaustedly, with a very subtle expression -

"Isn't this a bit too powerful?"

"Don't worry about the details. Time is precious. Let's send Harley back to the base and then set off."

"That's fine with me, what do you think?"

"Uh-huh!"

"No problem!"

"I'll go back and get some spare [spicy charred powder] and we can go."

"Hey, Lao Jia, stop struggling. I still have a lot here. Do you have a lot over there? I'll give you twenty bottles first."

"That's okay with me too."

"Sister, I can leave anytime, too!"

Chapter 2386: End