In a corner of the hall.

Some of the emissaries were silently watching the noisy hall, watching the almost comical performances, unmoved, as if they were out of place with the dungeon emissaries who were asking questions one after another.

"What a boring conversation."

Grefa yawned boredly, his legs were casually folded, his eyes were half-closed, and he was lazy like an old grandfather taking a nap in the afternoon.

"Clown-like goblins, funny cavemen......"

Glancing casually at the shouting emissaries below, the sharp-witted emissaries in Doron's eyes were like a noisy joke to Grefa.

Just when Grefa was napping from the top.

Some people's eyes were firmly fixed on him.

"Grefa Falco, former head of the Knights of the Golden Ranch, a pirate-born legend."

A gray dwarf with a serious expression mixed in with the many messengers, he was dressed in simple leather armor, his martial spirit was self-evident, and the black leather armor set off his strong physique perfectly.

He stared coldly at Grayfa, who was dozing off in the upper seat, and some news about him flashed through his mind.

"Born in the legendary Sin Island, Grefa is a man who has no past, and it is rumored that people born on Sin Island do not have a past, because the waves and the fishy wind will bury all the past that is not strong."

"When robbing as a pirate, everything is done according to one's own preferences, giving affection to the pirates who are appetizing, giving wealth to the murderous and tyrannical pirates, ensuring the safety of the lives of the robbed, and having no expectations for unappetizing women, but never stopping on what they care about."

"At sea, he is a strange man with few desires and strong desires."

The other side.

A drow elf with a playful expression stood quietly in a corner, looking at the lazy man, and a trace of solemnity flashed in the eyes of this elf stunner.

"There is no change in breath, its strength cannot be perceived, it seems to be lazy, but it gives people a feeling of being like an abyss! It's a sleeping lion! ”

"A man who chases the winds of freedom!"

The corners of the elf's mouth lifted slightly, and although she was very jealous of Grefa, there was no fear in her eyes, because she was Faora.

Faola, the rising star of the Drow Elves of the Shadowlands.

As the most powerful race in the Shadowlands, the Drow Elves have long played the role of the Underground Overlords, and the cruel and cunning Drow Elves are born with a magical affinity.

Therefore, the number of strong people born in this clan is also staggering, and Faola is the best of the younger generation.

"In the winter siege of Hailingang, this man shouted the words 'fairness is the same as forgiveness, only people with big fists are qualified to talk about it', and led the golden storm to refuse the orders of his boss and choose the most favorable line of attack for war."

"As a result, he became one of the few survivors of the winter siege of Hailingang."

A messenger hidden in the shadows whispered.

The Q&A in the hall continued.

However, I'm afraid most of them don't know that the information of all the members of the Knights of the Wind Chaser in front of them has already been investigated by some people.

"Grayfa!"

A deep, penetrating voice rang out.

Everyone's words were paused, including Grefa, who was napping in his seat, opened his eyes.

"I wonder what you think of the Flame Keeper Legion?"

The gray dwarf in black leather armor slowly walked out of the crowd, and as he moved, the messengers of the surrounding dungeons couldn't help but get out of the way.

"It's Noada!"

"Young Commander of the Crucible! Isn't he in the north! I'm actually in Stormwind. ”

Some looked at the young gray dwarf and whispered.

Looks.

The young gray dwarf who suddenly asked a question was extraordinary, and when he walked out of the crowd, he didn't care about everyone's gaze at all, and stared straight at Grefa.

"Huh?"

Grefa sat up, one eye looking at the gray dwarf named Noada with interest.

"Legion of Fire Protectors?"

"The dwarven legion that is causing wind and rain in the north seems to be very powerful according to rumors."

"The regimental commander is a guy who knows nothing but fighting and sleeping with women, but that's what makes it troublesome. If you do, it feels like you're okay to win. ”

Grefa's voice is calm and powerful, and with the resolute face of one eye, it gives people a feeling of rebelliousness but irrefutable.

"Hehe, then I want to ask, what do you think of the 'Crimson Moon'?"

The dark elf Faora twisted and slowly walked out of the crowd, her graceful posture exuding seductive charm.

The red lips opened and closed slightly, and Faola's cold voice came out, and under this fiery appearance, the cold voice gave people a feeling full of seduction.

"Doesn't look bad."

Grefa dragged his chin in one hand and looked at Faora with unscrupulous eyes, looking like a rogue leader.

"Scarlet Moon, have you received the blessing of the gods, ah...... It's so dazzling! In that case, let's drown with that fervent faith. ”

Grefa spoke in an exaggerated tone about his account of the Drow Elven Scarlet Moon, grinning with disdain for the fanatical religious army.

"You're looking for death!"

Faora said coldly, her long dark purple hair fluttering, and a cold voice came: "Don't think that you can provoke the great Drow by killing those troll barbarians!" ”

"Boom...... I wonder where your army is now, Lord Grefa? ”

In the darkness, a strange laugh was heard, and a guy hidden in a dark corner asked.

"The guy who hides his head and tail!" Grefa glanced disdainfully.

"Let me answer, after the Knights of the Wind Chase killed the trolls of Ancrus, they went to the north! Now I guess it's at the Spear Pass near Forge! ”

The voice in the shadows said with malice.

There was an uproar in the hall!

"Boom...... Do you know where the 'Crimson Moon' and the 'Fire Resistant' are? Jie Ji ...... What a coincidence, they're also at the Spear Pass! There was a strange laugh in the shadows, and the figure seemed to be waiting for Grefa's shocked reaction.

However, he was disappointed.

Grefa stood up, a black coat casually draped over his shoulders, this is the way those admirals in the north like to dress, draped in a big coat to face the sea breeze, extremely chic.

With Grefa's standing.

Haaland and Doron also stood next to him left and right, and the two of them did not say a word at this time, no matter how arrogant Grefa's words were, Doron and Haaland had no intention of interjecting.

This is a person who is stricter than His Majesty.

"Tsk, two legions...... It's not enough for us to eat! ”

His eyes slowly swept over everyone, and Grefa said slowly but firmly.

After speaking, regardless of everyone's reaction, he turned around and shook it off, and slowly left.