The shouts of the two attracted the attention of the fat three and his party in front, he turned his head sideways, glanced at it, and nodded slightly at the dry sea that came with his gaze.

"What, isn't our big boss here yet?" Two steps calmly walked in front of Mu Fan and the others, and Kuhai asked with a smile.

His words made the fish intestines on the side a little stunned, and he asked out loud: "Are we really here to wait for the guild master?" ”

However, what made him secretly depressed was that no one answered him directly, but Mu Fan and Kuhai looked at each other and smiled without saying a word.

This made Yu Gu mutter: "If there is anything, you can just say it...... The old man is so secretive. ”

Kuhai smiled at this time: "The investor of the company's funds is also the largest shareholder now, and it may also be our God of Wealth in the future, and it is indeed waiting for a while." ”

But his words didn't answer the reason why the two of them laughed and didn't say anything, and the fish intestines were about to speak, but the fat three who passed in the distance suddenly beckoned and shouted: "Lao Chen, come over for a while." ”

His voice was a little loud at the slightly deserted city gate, which attracted the attention of some players. However, Fat San didn't care about this at all.

Yu Gu hurriedly compared to the fat three and reminded: "The fat man called you." ”

Naturally, there is no need for him to say this. Kuhai glanced at Mu Fan, the other party's expression was gentle, and he nodded slightly. But Kuhai shook his head, which made Mu Fan frown slightly, but he didn't speak.

The fish intestines on the side were in the clouds, but at this time, the dry sea went to the fat three places outside the city gate.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He couldn't help but ask curiously.

Turning his head sideways, Mu Fan smiled at him and quipped: "I told him that the oily noodles at noon today tasted okay, but he didn't seem to think it was good." ”

……

The rain was light in the following hours, mixed with the gloomy sky, and gradually turned into layers of hazy rain and mist.

The players at the West Gate looked even more hurried, and although the rain was not on their bodies, the cold that seemed to rush through the sleeves and collars still made many players passing by feel a little cold.

Some of the waiting squads shouted in the newsletter about why one of his teammates hadn't come yet.

After a long monotonous waiting time, Fat San also began to be a little impatient, and began to chat with the dry sea on the side about the battle for the stronghold tomorrow.

"The terrain outside the base is relatively straightforward. We have an absolute advantage in numbers, and due to the black fog on the Fog Plains, the visibility is low, which can provide us with the best cover to enter the city, which is an advantage for us. However, because we have the advantage in numbers, we must speculate with the greatest evil, and the other guilds will definitely collude and let us get out first. Among them, the Song of the Night Family and the Night Family Sword Alliance should pay special attention to it. Before entering the base, I still said the same thing. I don't agree with Blue Shield's step-by-step plan. On the plains, it is indeed common sense that we have a numerical advantage and do not disperse. But I think he was negligent about the visibility problems caused by the black fog. With so many of us pressed all the way through, the other guilds would have been able to find out early. Place yourself in the light and the enemy in the dark. Whenever, it's all a risky decision. Speaking of this, the dry sea became serious.

He opened the energy screen, and on it was the internal model of the No. 1 stronghold, which was derived with the help of some more accurate analysis from the engineers who had changed the player's life these days.

“…… After entering the stronghold, it was mainly street fighting. This content is already familiar to the brothers below. In general, the main street connecting the mission hall on the west side of the first stronghold, as well as the four main streets near the magic room square, is the direction in which each guild will carry out the main attack. On the energy screen, Kuhai pointed and whispered: "The Song, the Sword Alliance, and the Sweeping Thousand Armies are not new guilds. It's also an old online game guild with a certain foundation, and they may not be as skilled as us in the intricate street battles, but they must not be young chicks. Among them, especially on the Song side, their ranged occupation rate accounts for 617%. For street fighting, it should be an absolute disadvantage. I have no problem with the earlier staffing plan. However, there are still some differences between me and Mu Fan's opinion, especially after entering the stronghold......"

Because of the coolness of the wisps of invading consciousness on a rainy day, the dry sea couldn't help but tighten his collar.

He was about to continue talking, but the fat three on the side suddenly patted his arm. The dry sea raised his head from the energy screen model diagram without any meaning, and his eyes were slightly condensed for a moment.

Although there were still a certain number of players around him, he recognized at a glance the person they were waiting for.

It was drizzling and misty. In the midst of the twists and turns of the landscape of heaven and earth, the figure of a young man gradually approached.

He wore a rich black and gold robe, and the wide sleeves hung quietly at his sides. The golden starlight tassel at the hem can hardly hide the dazzling flow even if it is separated by a rain veil.

The young man's demeanor is lazy and calm, revealing a kind of luxury and elegance in his bones. The name on the top of their heads is exactly what their third brother often mentions these days, "I belong to me".

Kuhai's pupils tightened slightly, and he suddenly understood that the fat three were determined. That natural and unfocused gaze - he had seen it in that person, it was exactly the same feeling.

What brought him was not a sense of sharpness like the tip of a knife, nor was it a sense of looking up at Izumo Lone Peak. Rather, it is - an inferiority complex hidden in the heart.

In an instant, the withered sea remembered many of his past events. I remembered why I embarked on the road of virtual online games.

When he was distracted, the fat three on the side didn't notice it, showed a smile, waved his hand and shouted, "Dugen, here." ”

With his shout, Mu Fan and the others at the city gate behind him also came sideways.

"Here we are." Mu Fan suddenly said softly.

Is this a beautiful start to a collaboration, or is it the beginning of another dirty one? He hoped it was the former.

"What's coming?" The fish intestine, which was still immersed in the equipment drawings, raised his head and asked. But soon, as he looked over. After seeing the person's character name, I instantly understood.

……

The equipment brought by Fat San was all high-quality general equipment, and because he felt that the shoes and gloves did not match, Fang Yuchen also changed Ying Long's robe by the way.

In fact, this is also a deliberate move by Fat San.

In his eyes and past experience, he thought that Fang Yuchen would like to wear black tones, so he didn't think much about picking out this set.

After the group met, they got under the hurried mount specially prepared by Fat San. Facing the rain, I rushed back to the contact place in Nancheng District.

On the horse, Fat San said with a smile: "At noon, I heard that you will be there soon." I was going to have a few of the Seibu executives come to greet you right away. But it's really because the foundation of all aspects of the guild hasn't been laid yet, and some people really can't get out. Don't mind too much. ”

(End of chapter)