Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 514 Brothers Team Travels Thousands of Miles a Day, Sighing Over the Ice Plains
The exploration of the "New World" is the absolute top priority of the core work in the Han Hai Territory. Therefore, although the news is strictly kept secret from the outside world, all the preliminary preparations are being carried out at a breakneck pace.

After being received by the lord, Dimo ​​was immediately urged to hand over his duties upon leaving the house. The young and upright Hanhai naval academy students accompanied him, ready to mobilize all resources to cooperate with Dimo's arrangements.

Dimo witnessed Hanhai's efficiency for the first time.

He had just stepped out to say he was going to write a letter to Oscar, who was staying behind and was loyal to the country, instructing him to cooperate with the military takeover of Hanhai, when a flight unit was directly dispatched from the front line to Tianye City to make a video call to him in person.

Oscar's bewildered face appeared on a glowing glass panel. He nervously confirmed with his young master for a long time before stammeringly accepting the mission.

Xia Chenghui bluntly told Dimo, "Han Hai isn't in a hurry to take your territory, and you don't need to rush back to your original territory. Just maintain stability for now."

"Regarding the matter of surrendering, you should handle it personally when you return, to avoid any misunderstandings."

Dimo wholeheartedly agreed.

Even when he was alive, he couldn't completely suppress the Green Pine generals, let alone Oscar, who came from a humble background.

Regardless, judging from Han Hai's attitude, I should be able to come back, which is some consolation.

Regarding his entourage, Dimo ​​told Xia Chenghui that he hoped to bring Knight Commander Ronan along.

Having an "uncle" who raised me since I was a child by my side makes me feel a little more at ease.

Xia Chenghui took out his walkie-talkie and said a few words, and Hanhai's car immediately brought Luo Nan over.

At the same time, the equipment hall on the second floor of the Hanhai Mercenary Guild has been opened, where a large number of enchanted high-end weapons and equipment are on display for you to choose from, free of charge.

As for Dimo's older brother, Haisen, there was no need for Dimo ​​to visit him in prison. He was directly brought out of the Hanhai Labor Reform Base by a warrant and delivered to Dimo.

When Dimo ​​saw Hysen, he was a little stunned.

My brother looks much more energetic now, his face is slightly tanned; his hair is only half an inch long, with stubble sticking up straight against his scalp; his slightly protruding belly has disappeared, and his figure looks much firmer.

Compared to his previous somewhat carefree demeanor, Haisen now stood as still as a wooden stake.

Xia Chenghui glanced at the roster and suddenly exclaimed, "1029!"

"To!"

That "Here!" sounded like it exploded from Hysen's throat.

He snapped to attention, legs together, heels clicking together, body taut like a fully drawn bow, hands pressed against the seams of his trousers, eyes fixed straight ahead.

Hysen's gaze passed over Dimo's head, who was sitting directly opposite him, and landed on a certain spot on the opposite wall, while his younger brother, who was so close, seemed not to be seen at all.

"The lord has granted you brothers special permission to meet. There will be no guards here, so you can say whatever you want. Come out on your own in ten minutes!"

"Take a break!"

Hesen relaxed slightly and spread his feet apart.

Xia Chenghui walked out and closed the door to the reception room.

The clicking sound of the tongue snapping shut rang out, and Heisen suddenly collapsed.

He lunged forward and landed on the table in front of Dimo.

"Brother...no, Duke Demo, General Demo, please save me!"

"I know, I know Father loves you the most, you are Father's favorite heir, the position of Zircon Lord should be yours, I don't want it, I really don't want it!"

"But I had no choice at the time, they were all forcing me to do it!"

Appeasement, fear, eagerness, humility...

Dimo stared unblinkingly at Hysen, watching him blush, gesticulate wildly, and frantically offer absurd explanations. Suddenly, he felt a faint sense of melancholy.

Heisenberg's mouth was still moving, and his voice was becoming more and more urgent.

"Please, they're making me do hard labor, the same kind of hard labor as those slaves. I can't take it, I really can't take it!"

"It's all yours, Duke Dimo, everything in Zircon Territory is yours! I don't want anything, please, please save me!"

"I've also hidden some money under the artificial hill in the backyard of the family's north residence. You can send someone to check and you'll find out."

"And the family seal..."

Dimo listened without moving, as Haisen spoke until his voice became hoarse, his mouth dry, and he could hear dry gasps between breaths.

Until the very end, Dimo ​​did not utter a single word.

As Xia Chenghui walked out of the reception room, he looked at Haisen, who had turned back into a wooden stick, and asked, "So, do you need to request a pardon from the lord?"

Dimo slowly shook his head: "I think the labor reform program at Hanhai is quite good."

"Lord Chen Mo is merciful, only sentencing him to imprisonment, which is already a great grace. How can I have the face to ask the lord for a pardon?"

“My older brother has always been a bit neurotic. When Marquis Monroe was still alive, he had to be controlled with a whip. Now that he’s been reformed, he sometimes acts like a normal person.”

"I think I should thank Han Hai and the Lord!"

"Let him receive proper treatment here."

Before leaving, Dimo ​​turned back and gave Hysen a deep look: "Big brother, make sure you get a good makeover!"

Haisen remained expressionless and straight ahead until Xia Chenghui called out his number again.

"1029."

"To!"

"Return to the team!"

"Yes!"

With his hands clasped at his sides, fingers pressed together like knives, he swung them rhythmically. Hesen jogged back to the sand beetle he was escorting, disappearing into the dust.

As Dimo ​​watched the departing carriage, he could almost feel a pair of eyes staring intently at him, filled with grief and utter helplessness, in the shadows inside the carriage, in the narrow beams of light cut into strips by the iron railings.

"Secretary-General Xia, everything is arranged here, we can set off!"

Xia Chenghui closed the roster, stuffed it back into his pocket, and corrected him in a very serious, deliberate tone, "It's the Deputy Secretary-General."

The deputy secretary-general then waved over another Sand Beetle.

Let's go!
Although the Han Hai already has enough mechanized equipment, in accordance with Lord Chen Mo's instructions, a large number of traditional means of transportation are still retained. Firstly, this is to save some fuel, as things that can be done with feed should be done with as little oil as possible; secondly, the lord said that these old sand people who are already out of touch with the times should be given an opportunity to continue to serve the Han Hai, so that they can have a reliable income.

Shouldn't things that are outdated be slaughtered directly to avoid waste?

This inexplicable warmth made Dimo ​​suddenly realize that his trip to the North might not be so bad after all.

As it turns out, his ideas were completely off track.

Rather than a life-or-death adventure to the extreme cold, it was more like a vacation-style trip.

The initial diplomatic mission consisted of 42 people, roughly the size of a medium-sized mercenary group.

The leader of the group was Xia Chenghui, the only person who knew the purpose of this operation. The others only knew that they were going to the Dragon Clan to establish diplomatic relations.

The two vice-captains, Dimo ​​and Jelly, were working together for the first time as the new Crystal Duo. They exchanged a glance, nodded to each other, and said nothing more.

The team included three translators trained in ancient dragon language, a six-person equipment and communications team, and a six-person logistics and medical team. The rest were standard professionals: two mages, four healers, two necromancers, and sixteen warriors.

Angus, an elf, served as Jelly's personal bodyguard, while Knight Commander Ronan served as Dimo's attendant. Above these two was a commander-in-chief personally appointed by Frost Flow—the former chieftain of the Tiger Clan, now the Great Cat Guard Commander Leonid, leading a group of personal guards from the "Great Cat" Clan.

Leonid stood at the very front of the line, his stature resembling a small mountain.

The main reason for sending out this group of guys is that the tiger clan itself has strong cold resistance and is also quite powerful in combat.

In the tests conducted at Hanhai, in environments ranging from -60 to -80 degrees Celsius, everyone might be evenly matched while wearing cold-weather gear. However, if special circumstances require discarding the cold-weather gear for field combat, the "big cats" are more than capable of dominating the entire field.

In addition, Leonid had served as the leader of "Thunder Roar" for many years, and his leadership and combat intuition were second to none. Now, as one of the "relatives of the Han Hai," he naturally took on the responsibility of protecting the leader with the team's armed forces.

In the past, being able to withstand a single shot from Frostfire's QBU-100 [The Arbiter] was not a shameful thing for him; on the contrary, it became a glorious achievement. After recovering from his injuries, Leonid was even more formidable than before.

The team flew north from Hanhai and arrived directly at the airport located on the outskirts of Hongshigu.

When they got off the plane, Dimo ​​and Ronan were in a daze.

They weren't airsick; the Great Knights' bodies weren't that fragile. They were simply incredulous at the speed.

Even for a second-tier, sixth-level warrior with explosive physical abilities, riding a tireless warhorse from the Vast Ocean Territory to the depths of the White Deer Plains would take at least a day. Yet, they accomplished it in a mere two and a half hours.
Here, two guides from the former White Deer Restoration Society who had previously ventured into the ice fields joined the team, bringing the total number of members to forty-four.

As soon as they stepped out of the airport, the team boarded a special train.

This railway runs from Redstone Valley directly to the border town of Oath Monument in the Misty Moon Divine Court. It was built not for civilian use, but for standard commercial purposes. Primary processed goods from the Redstone Valley mines will travel along this line to the Misty Moon Divine Court, while many specialty products from the Misty Moon Divine Court and the Seven Luminaries Garland will be returned to White Deer via the railway.

To expedite construction, most of the route was single-track, with only some sections featuring double tracks for passing. However, all trains on the railway have now been suspended due to the Dragon Clan delegation's visit.

As Dimo ​​watched the mountains rushing past the train window, he saw more than once the long freight trains that were obediently stopped on the other track, quietly waiting for their two-carriage special train to pass first.

After exiting the Oath Monument and passing through the immigration checkpoint of the Misty Moon Divine Court, two more guides hired by Rainbow City joined the team, bringing the total number of members to forty-six.

Rainbow City has prepared flying mounts for them.

Two silver pegasus led the way, and a squadron of griffins carried the team members. They passed through three flying stations along the way, changing their mounts three times when they were fully staminaded. At dusk, the dragon delegation arrived at the Pale Holy City, the northernmost city of the Misty Moon Divine Court.

Here, two more polar guides were added, bringing the team to 48 people.

Further north from here, the temperature drops rapidly, and flight units can no longer advance.

The team spent about fifteen minutes replenishing their food, putting on their last layer of thermal clothing, and boarding the long-awaited Frostfoot Giant Deer wagon.

These enormous magical creatures, standing two meters tall at the shoulder, have thick white fur that protects them from the extreme cold, and huge, branch-like antlers that can cut through wind and snow. They have two hook-shaped lateral toes on their hooves that can pierce into frozen ground and get stuck on ice cliffs. They also have the unique skill of judging underground rivers and ice crevices under the snow by the vibrations of the ground, and are known as the "Snowfield Boats".

There were twelve vehicles in total, with twenty-four drivers.

As the last rays of sunset disappeared below the horizon, the team of seventy-two had already crossed the northern border of the Misty Moon Divine Court and officially set foot in the snow and ice that the Starry Continent called the "Land of Extreme Cold" and the locals called the "Sighing Ice Plains".

Dimo felt like he was in a dream.

In the morning, I met the lord, arranged affairs in the morning, met my elder brother, and then took a plane, a special train, a griffin, and a deer cart. By evening, I entered the polar region. The distance of more than 7,000 kilometers was covered in just one day.

What a smooth and seamless execution, what meticulous organization!
Even now, Dimo ​​still feels a sense of unreality.

I gently wrapped my winter coat tighter around myself, and when my fingertips touched the fabric, I couldn't help but rub it a couple more times.

This is the cold-weather clothing provided by Hanhai.

Young Dimo ​​had never seen such clothes before, and even the well-informed Knight Commander Ronan looked completely bewildered.

Therefore, this is yet another "gift from God".

The gods even "bestowed" upon them warm clothing, and so much of it at that. Most importantly, it wasn't for the divine messenger himself, but rather given to a group of lowly minions. This made Dimo ​​deeply suspicious of the relationship between that lord and the distant gods.

This set of equipment is not just for keeping warm.

The winter coats come in three colors: dark blue for warriors, yellow-green for magic users, and light white for support and logistics personnel.

The surface of the winter coat features large orange patches, while the shoulders, back, elbows, and legs have highly reflective strips. Additionally, each person has a one-meter-long fluorescent orange ribbon attached to the back of their backpack and hat.

At first, Dimo ​​didn't understand why it was all so fancy, until he saw the logistics team had also put orange patches and reflective strips on the Frostfoot Deer wagons, which stood out so brightly against the white snow. Only then did he realize what was going on.

The question is, even the guides who have been in the snowfields for a long time are amazed by this. How did the vast desert, which should have never been to this place before, come to be?

The gods are truly omnipotent!
Also, the clothes for keeping warm have zippers.

This is something that's nothing new on Earth, and many people in the team still haven't recovered from it.

Dimo also practiced the small-scale technique repeatedly for a long time, and the only sentence that remained in his mind was: unbelievable, ingenious!

In addition to the cold-weather clothing, there is a hat with a balaclava, goggles with a mirror coating, heavy-duty insulated snow boots with crampons that can be pulled out at any time on the side of the boots, a pair of cold-weather five-finger gloves, and an outer pair of extreme cold-weather mittens that can be put on or taken off at any time.

He carried a backpack that supposedly had an airbag, and communication and positioning devices were clipped to his shoulder straps. In addition to basic survival supplies, the backpack also contained a high-brightness searchlight, a strobe light, a heat patch, and an emergency signal gun...

The majority of the time spent on the plane and on the special train was spent training on how to use these things.

Previously, Dimo ​​thought it was making a mountain out of a molehill, but after arriving on the ice plains, Dimo ​​was completely convinced that the industrial god named "Dongxia" must be freezing all the time...

Shortly after entering the Sighing Icefield, it quickly grew dark.

In the words of the local guide, from here onwards, the earth will be plunged into eternal darkness.

In the words of the logistics team, we have entered the "polar night".

During this period, the night was endless.

The equipment team launched three drones, each with its searchlight on, which circled the convoy in a triangular formation. The bright beams of light, like three giant white spears, pierced the darkness above and illuminated the path ahead.

The searchlights on the deer cart were also turned on one by one.

The surrounding light grew thicker and thicker, as if everyone had been completely trapped inside an upside-down cauldron.

The bottom of the pot wasn't pure black, but rather an extremely deep, suffocating, ghostly blue. It was as if someone had poured countless amounts of blue dye into frozen water, stirred it, mixed it thoroughly, and then frozen it into a giant dome that adhered to the bottom of the pot.

Under such dim light, the ice field presents a strange, unnatural texture.

The wheels rolled over the snow, making a soft, crunching sound that carried far into the silence, then reflected back from the distant terrain, becoming a muffled echo.

Dimo gently removed the outer glove and stretched his fingers, which were covered by the inner glove.

He had a feeling that this whirlwind journey would be the starting point for his new leap forward.

Oh, right, I also have a younger sister...

Marrying the lord is out of the question; that Jelly guy in the next carriage would probably fight me to the death.

Besides the lord, who else in this team in the Vast Ocean is someone worth getting to know better?

How about trying that jelly thing?
No, we're both martial arts professionals, so it'll be easier for us to cross the line that way.

That young head of the delegation, the deputy secretary-general?
That's not good either; that guy is too cunning.

Otherwise, let's get this guy Haisen out and make use of him, see which girl would be interested in him?

That guy may be stupid, but he's not bad looking.

That won't work either. What if he climbs the social ladder and makes a comeback?

So annoying!

A young master who had put aside his doubts and was single-mindedly preparing to climb the ranks within the Hanhai system was now filled with a thousand worries and a heart full of anxieties.

(End of this chapter)