"Hey, Jack, your taming is the same as your name again, it becomes commonplace."

A voice made Jack, who was feeding his war beasts, turn his head around and looked a bit uncomfortably. I saw Adron swaying his body, flicking his dirty braid and walking towards this side. Behind him, he followed a high head. The snow-white variant reindeer, like its owner, swayed high in the camp.

"You shameless guy, get away with me!"

Jack cursed and continued to feed his mounts. Reindeer is one of the few herbivorous life in the last days. The requirements for feed are very high. Only those mutant plants with an evolution level of four or more can enter them. Mouth.

Now Jack is holding a mutant plant called black fern grass. This plant is a four-level plant. The magic crystal has been dug out, and the remaining branches and leaves are about five pounds.

It may seem like a lot, but compared to the weight of a reindeer that mutates a ton more than nearly two tons, it is a bit mean.

Yes, Jack's mutant reindeer is not full.

In North America and Alaska, this is nothing new.

This is a bit different from another continent. There are also many large organizations here, which are rigorous and powerful, but also a popular culture-mercenary culture.

Among them, mercenary regiments and single mercenaries subdivide this culture into two parts.

Perhaps it is because the people here are deeply rooted in freedom, making them unwilling to be managed and ordered many things.

Here, maybe freedom is indeed higher than love or even life.

The popularity of mercenary culture has created a habitual employment relationship between people and organizations here. Some organizations have hired mercenaries to complete the tasks, or directly listed the remuneration, so that the mercenaries can complete with confidence.

Many things must have formed a habit, they will continue to move forward until they are out of adjustment.

In North America, it is clear that the mercenary system has not reached the point where it is exhausted. Although it has one or more drawbacks, it is still a mainstream behavior. Only the law of survival of the fittest applies here.

Jack is the one who feels more deeply.

He was originally a soldier of the mercenary regiment. Because he hated finding customers and bargaining, the mercenary regiment was free of these troubles. With monthly salary, Jack did not feel anything bad.

It's just that, after all, it's an era where power is the most important. He holds a salary and wants to continue to evolve at a slow pace.

Coupled with several missions, Jack noticed the suspicion that someone was using him as a cannon fodder, so he left the mercenary regiment and became a free mercenary. In order to be able to receive more tasks, he used his savings to buy a third-level mutant reindeer war beast and became a very famous reindeer cavalry in Alaska.

However, only the mercenary has to take over the task and bargain with the employer. These are not Jack’s strengths. They are often the same dangerous task. His salary is less than others. Over time, his income is actually a bit worse. When in the mercenary regiment.

It would be okay if he did it himself, but now there is a mutant reindeer to feed. Jack, who is already a five-star evolutionary, has to buy a good feed to feed his war beasts.

But one is that the number of mutated plants in the north is relatively small, and the reindeer can eat less, so the price of feed is high. The second is that the mutant reindeer is too edible. The daily amount of food makes Jack feel heavy pressure. Not to mention making money to buy six-star evolution potions for himself, that is, the daily food expenses of him and the reindeer are a problem.

A characteristic of mutant reindeer is that when nutrition can't keep up, they will not be so weak that they have no combat power, but will be relegated, and their strength will also decline, but they will not become useless.

It had been upgraded by Jack feeding once and became a fourth-level mutant reindeer, because it should not be strict and not full, and now it has been lowered to three levels.

So Adlon would laugh at Reindeer like Jack.

Once, the two were companions, in the same mercenary regiment, Adlon was also the captain of Jack. There is little evidence about Jack as a cannon fodder, and it must have something to do with Adlon.

Between two people, naturally there will be no good.

This time, a large force issued a generous call order to hire mercenaries in Alaska. No one knows exactly what they are doing, but it is dangerous to know.

The remuneration was very high for him, basically more than three times the usual, not only recruiting mercenary groups, but also recruiting free mercenaries above the four-star level, so Adlon and Jack met here.

"Jack, your strength is good, there are still reindeer knights, do you want to come back? I can..."

Before he finished speaking, Adron suddenly made a great deal of light in the direction behind him, making all the people in the camp cover his eyes. After a while, after the light became softer, everyone looked towards that side.

A few seconds later, a single person's cries spread throughout the camp.

"Assembly! Assemble! After half an hour, all set off, goal, Denali Mountain!"

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"How about, how much did you catch?"

A strong black woman walked to another woman with gray hair and sat there.

"Well, it's not bad."

The woman with gray hair is pure white, in stark contrast to the black woman. However, the facial features of the two are very deep and exquisite, with rare beauty.

The black woman glanced at the ground next to it, where a metal arrow was inserted into four fish of different sizes, each of which was terrifying and exposed with sharp teeth, but they were all dead and frozen into ice sculptures.

"Is there a canvas carp? I'm lucky at night."

The meat of the canvas carp is very tender, cut into two-millimeter slices, fried on the hot pot for a few seconds, sprinkled with some fine salt and crushed peppers, the taste is unforgettable.

"Not enough for you to eat alone."

The white-haired woman finished, and the two laughed together. But soon he fell into peace together.

"Ella, is the information you got accurate? We... can't help failing again."

The black woman was silent, and said in a low voice.

The green-haired fishing rod in the hands of the white-haired woman shook and then stabilized. There were water ripples in the ice cave in front of the lake.

"For this news, I accompanied the disgusting guy for two days and two nights. If it is fake, I will not make him feel better."

After finishing speaking, he looked sideways at the woman in black and said, "Jaina, will you be with me by then?"

The woman in black laughed and hugged her companion hard: "Of course, I will be with you, that guy cut off something! Let him know how powerful our women's camp is!"