Winters in Custer are always cold, with heavy snow turning the world white, and in the Far North Heath, it's even more icy and snowy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe monsters in the Wasteland are often short of food in winter, so the Far North Wasteland in winter is particularly dangerous.

Hal is a small town near the Far North Wasteland, with a population of less than 10,000 in the early days, and most of the people living on hunters who live by hunting.

Later, more and more people went to the Far North Wasteland to hunt monsters and adventure, and Hal Town had its greatest geographical advantage, it was the last human settlement to enter the Far North Wasteland.

Whether it is an adventurer who wants to venture into the Far North Wasteland with dreams of making a fortune, or a mercenary who completes a mission in the wasteland, they often make the final preparations in the town of Howl.

Adventurers who return from the Far North Wasteland will also come to the town to rest, all the mercenaries and adventurers who can return alive from the Far North Wasteland have great wealth on their bodies, the fur and corpse of the Warcraft are all valuable materials, and the most precious is the magic crystals of the Warcraft, which are the favorite of magicians.

Many caravans will also wait for the return of these mercenaries in Hal Town, so that they can buy these precious goods as soon as possible, and after they are trafficked back into the empire, the price of these things will often increase several times or even dozens of times.

Originally, a small town was not qualified for the mercenary guild to open a separate branch, but in view of the unique conditions of Hal Town, and in order to facilitate the mercenaries to take on tasks, the Mercenary Guild specially opened a branch in Hal Town.

For all these reasons, the town of Hal quickly developed and now has a resident population of more than 300,000!

Because most of the people who come and go are those mercenaries who are away all the year round, there are many hotels, taverns, brothels, shops, and hotels in the town, and there is a thriving and prosperous scene, quite a bit of the smell of a big city, but then the security of the whole Hal town is very poor, and the rude mercenaries often fight if they don't agree with each other.

Compared to the large number and strength of the mercenaries, the less than 2,000 soldiers of the Hal Sheriff's Office are overstretched, but despite this, the soldiers of the Sheriff's Office still perform their duties, and the prison is often overcrowded.

The "Mercenary's House" tavern is not large, there are only a dozen tables, as usual, these dozen tables are full of people, the cold weather makes it more difficult to hunt monsters, and the mercenary guild has relatively few tasks in winter, these idle mercenaries will crowd in the tavern, order a glass of the cheapest ale, and brag to each other about the adventure, while waiting to take on some suitable tasks to earn payment. Several scantily clad women with heavy makeup were leaning on the arms of the mercenaries beside them and laughing, and from time to time the mercenaries laughed and stuffed a silver coin into the woman's plump breasts, and the whole tavern was filled with a **** smell.

Suddenly, there was a creak, and the old wooden door of the tavern was pushed open, and the wind and snow poured into the tavern.

Walking in was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old young man, wearing a black samurai suit that was very popular this year, although his skin was very fair, but it exuded a healthy smell, and the young man had a long sword hanging from his waist, and those who had a little insight could see at a glance that it was a few silver coins.

According to the experience of the mercenaries, there are many rookies who are a little bit of three-legged cat kung fu and want to go to the Far North Wasteland to make a fortune with a broken sword every year, but after they go, they basically become the feces of the Warcraft, and everyone immediately lost interest in this future "Manure of the Warcraft", and was busy teasing the woman in his arms, as long as he spent five silver coins, he could let himself relax on these women for a night.

The young man in black walked up to the bar and threw a silver coin on the table, "Have a cup of blue roses."

The Blue Rose is the tavern's signature wine, and it's strong, but the price of a silver coin is prohibitive.

"Yes, distinguished guest." The chubby tavernkeeper didn't care if you were about to become a poop or not, and greedily put away the silver coins.

"Your blue rose, sir".

"Thank you, Goddess bless you." Zhang Yang grinned at the fat boss and showed a smile that he thought he was very satisfied.

"Haha, boy, you better bring your blue roses to the uncle to enjoy, a rookie like you who hasn't grown up yet, let's go home and drink juice, this is not where you came." The rude voice came from a mercenary in the corner of the tavern.

The other mercenaries immediately burst out laughing, after all, Zhang Yang, a generous guy, is a rookie at first glance, and bullying the weak and fearing the hard is the inferior nature of all human beings, everyone is happy to see this guy who seems to be a rookie and drinks expensive wine unlucky, after all, most people drink cheap ale.

Zhang Yang turned his head and looked at the mercenary who disturbed him drinking, this big man's shabby clothes, a big sword on the table, the material was obviously worse than the long sword on his waist, and he was holding a glass of inferior ale wine with only five copper coins in his hand.

You must know that the currency of the Custer Empire is copper coins, silver coins, and gold coins, a gold coin is equal to a hundred silver coins, a silver coin is equal to a hundred copper coins, and the monthly income of a well-off family is also a gold coin. It's no wonder that this mercenary is upset.

Zhang Yang ignored the provocative mercenary, because just yesterday, the old mage kicked him out under the pretext of needing training, and the "stingy old man" only gave him ten gold coins when he left, and Zhang Yang didn't know where to go.

Seeing Zhang Yang ignoring him, Dahan felt that he had guessed correctly, this must be a weak and bullying rookie, so he walked over and stretched out his hand to pick up Zhang Yang's wine glass. As a result, before he could get up, he suddenly stumbled under his feet and fell to the ground in a very unsightly posture.

The big man blushed and jumped up from the ground, "Who tripped Lao Tzu?" ”

The mercenaries around him were not afraid of him, but laughed.

"Luoer, this dog eats, is this your new stunt?" A guy who was clearly a companion of this mercenary laughed.

Luo Er ignored his companions, but looked around, and found that the only person closest to him was Zhang Yang's "demonic feces", so he said viciously: "It must be your kid who did it, right?" As he spoke, he punched Zhang Yang.

The surrounding mercenaries know the details of this mercenary named Luoer, don't look at his down-and-out appearance, but he is a first-class warrior-level warrior, and if this punch goes down, this thin boy will definitely be blasted out of the door.

With a bang, a figure slammed into the door of the tavern, the dilapidated door finally couldn't stand the impact and died, and then shockingly, it was still the thin boy sitting on the bar, and the one who flew out was a mercenary with the strength of a first-class warrior.

There was a moment of silence in the tavern, and everyone looked at the guy who was believed to be the feces of a monster with incredible eyes.

If you can easily fly out of the first-level warrior with one punch, then the strength is at least a second-level warrior, or even higher!

Zhang Yang drank his wine in one gulp, stood up, wiped his hands, and then endured a few silver coins on the bar, and was about to leave the tavern, when a cold voice came, "What?" The people who beat us want to leave? ”

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