Beixi walked to the fan and sat down beside the good bird in the forest, with a hint of tiredness in his expression. At this time, several people from the glutinous rice dumplings also slowly walked into the council hall, and the last person to arrive in ukiyo-e. Ten people, except for the fan and the two who had a good bird when the forest was big, were all standing.

"Sit down. Nord Stream rubbed his eyebrows, pulled the fan and looked distressed, in the past two weeks, in order to create everyone's equipment, Nord Stream has also been open. If it weren't for the contract signed with several other people, stipulating that no secrets related to Nord Stream and the Machine Age were allowed, it is estimated that Nord Stream would not have built equipment for the few people who joined the guild later.

Speaking of which, in addition to the equipment of micro-ink, Nord Stream will have to build a total of ten dark gold suits. And at present, how many sub-legendary weapons have been created, I don't know if I want to pull the fan. The reaction knew that his scepter was inevitable. Even with the help of Wuli Mist, the equipment blueprint of the sub-legend is very difficult to find. The materials used to build equipment are also sky-high.

Among the few people in the backward legend group, only ukiyo-e, red Jiao and peacock have seen Nord Stream. The other three had never seen Nord Stream, and Nord Stream had not met with them.

The gaze looked at everyone slightly, and the other three people did not change from the great gods they had remembered. Some are only subtle.

"Goldwell. Nord Stream called, and the man in purple armor nodded.

Looking at the cheongsam girl, Beixi thought for a moment. "Eve. The girl laughed, revealing two tiger teeth, and looked full of naivety. However, Beixi knows a little about her, and among the seven gods, it is estimated that she is the most black-bellied.

Last one. What Nord Stream knows, the great god who created the middle distance genre of archers in later generations.

"Black City. ”

The man nodded, without any expression.

Nord Stream once again swept away the members of the Legends Group, which would be the pillars of the post-mechanical era. In the mid-game, the names of these six will be passed among players. The discovery of potential only takes a process and time. No one can become a god overnight.

"Haven't you come out yet?" Nord Stream faintly sensed that there was someone around him, but this person was reluctant to show up, and it couldn't be a player from another guild. Nord Stream could guess who the person next to him was with a finger.

More than a dozen people were stunned by the words that suddenly appeared from Nord Stream. What hasn't come out yet.

"How did you find out?" saw the position on the right hand side of Nord Stream at this time. A man in a brown travel coat gradually revealed his figure. A half-hidden face, a pair of charming phoenix eyes, and the familiar mint smell. Who else is not micro-ink?

Who is this person? A group of people quietly gave their eyes and couldn't guess in their hearts. It's just a sense of mystery and coercion that the player exudes. There was a faint suspicion in their minds.

"Aren't you introducing yourself?" Beixi looked at Wei Shengmo. Raise eyebrows.

Wei Shengmo let out a low chuckle. The voice was so light that only Nord Stream could hear it.

The man held his cheek with one hand, and his phoenix eyes glanced lazily at the group of people, and said casually: "I'm Wei Shengmo." Your captain!"

There was no violent reaction from a group of people. You're not stupid either. Besides, the stupid glutinous rice dumplings already knew about the micro-raw ink, and they didn't react much. As early as the moment Wei Shengmo was revealed, he guessed his identity. The Legend team is the unpredictable captain.

Its strength can be set as the captain of Nord Stream. To be honest, some people are skeptical in their hearts. Only when you really fight can you be convinced. Willing to shout: "Captain!"

"I don't want to make any subjective judgments about his quality. In the legend group, there is still that principle: speak with ability. Unconvinced, he directly challenged. ”

"Also, I don't want a situation where everyone starts to intrigue one by one over a position. In the Legend Group, you're friends. You can learn from each other and communicate with each other. If you don't accept it, you can fight, and don't make small moves below. I believe that everyone also wants to make friends who can live and die with you, who can deliver their backs, and who can be trusted. If the Legend Group is not united, then the people of the other squads of the guild may still be united?"

"Nord Stream is greatly relieved. In fact, there is really nothing to fight for in the group except for the position of captain and vice-team. The glutinous rice dumplings laughed.

Beixi glanced at her and said with a smile: "Even if you want to fight, you have to defeat Wei Shengmo first." ”

The glutinous rice dumpling glanced at the micro-raw ink in the fake sleep, and said with a dry smile: "This, the micro-raw ink god is not something that our juniors can shake. I'm still diving."

"Also, let them go with the rumors about the recent guild appearance. ”

"But," Fan frowned, looking hesitant. "If you let it go, will it cause losses to the guild?"

Beixi smiled coldly and said, "They actually poured this sour water, so you gave me the strength to make them speechless and plug their mouths." Is the Legend Group my special concern, or is it really powerful? I don't believe that guild players are a bunch of eyeless brainless people. ”

"What if they really don't have brains?"

"Then fight until they get out of the Machine Age!" Ukiyo-e smiled wildly, unabashedly arrogant.

"Agreed. Eve clapped her hands, the little tiger teeth were exposed, and the pear vortex loomed.

"Also, it's time for you to go to the arena and mingle, like glutinous rice. Battlefields, events, competitions. In the guild, you may be about to become a god, but what about the outside? What about the whole of Carlance? You guys, you should look further. ”

"I've wanted to go to the arena for a long time. I'm afraid that the president will not agree with you!"

"Recently, the guild has been upgraded to level 2, and everyone is busy doing tasks. ”

"There are a lot of player challenges, and if I were in the arena, I guess I would have thousands of people now. A bunch of people began to say a word, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.

The fan approached Nord Stream and whispered: "I have also contacted some players in the past few days. They haven't given me a clear answer yet!"

"It doesn't matter. We can wait slowly. ”

"The day after tomorrow, Lin Zi and I will take the guild players to the dungeon, are you okay?"

Beixi looked at Wei Shengmo beside him, frowned, and replied: "Wei Shengmo is back now, it's time for me to start building weapons for him." ”

The fan smacked a few times, but forgot about this stubble. "What weapon are you going to build for him?" said it, but he still couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart.

Nord Stream rubbed his sore shoulders and sighed. "He disappeared for half a month, what do you think he went for equipment drawings?"

The fan opened his mouth and asked in a trembling voice: "Is it really a legendary level?" If it is really a legendary level, once Nord Stream is created, the first legendary-level weapon in the whole server will appear in the mechanical age! The game has been on the server for so long, and the sub-legends that players have seen are still very rare, let alone a legendary-level weapon.

Even Nord Stream itself, the equipment of the sub-legend is only a glove. The equipment is still a Mechanic's Logama's Green Dark Gold set.

Nord Stream gave her a look: what do you think?

Bang Fan felt that his little heart couldn't help but speed up.

"What to do, I'm a little jealous. ”

Wei Shengmo seemed to respond, opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Beixi and the fan.

"Great God, tell me what level of equipment blueprints?" The fan pressed against Beixi's body, facing Wei Shengmo, and asked very gossipy.

The two looked at each other for about 4 seconds, but unexpectedly, Wei Shengmo turned his head, yawned, and continued to sleep with his cheeks.

The fan was deflated, grinding his teeth, and looked up at Nord Stream. "I can't give him a kick. ”

"If you can beat it"

The fan twisted his face, and finally gritted his teeth. "Forget it, then. For your sake, I endured. As he spoke, he shrank back and sat upright.

Nord Stream is silent, what does it matter to me? (To be continued......)