"My name is Gossard? Winster, you can call me Gossard or you can call me Winster, welcome to my temporary squad! ”

Until this time, this named Gosard? Winster's young forsaken man said a normal word, but the word "temporary" was still a little harsh.

"My name is Holy Wing? Sunwind, nice to meet you, Winster. "I said my name again, or I'm afraid this kid doesn't remember.

Winster squinted at me and said lightly, "You've just introduced yourself, Sunwind." ”

I can see it, this kid doesn't have a time when he doesn't choke when he speaks, and I don't care about him, after all, we have to support each other in the future, and I won't quarrel with him over trivial matters.

It's just that now my wooden sword is basically scrapped, and I'm ready to take something out of this cold new teammate.

I looked ahead, inadvertently shook the wooden sword in front of his eyes a few times, and said very casually: "Hey, Winster, you said this sword ......"

"I don't have a single copper coin." Before I could finish, Winster interrupted me.

Suddenly, I felt like something had fallen to the ground, shattered. I also wondered, how could Winster, who dared to fight against the undead scourge alone, not have a single copper coin, was worthy of his coldness and his stinky face?

"The latest announcement, the latest announcement, Her Majesty has called on people with lofty ideals in the city to build their own teams to go to the Undead Fortress to participate in the Undercity defense counterattack!"

"The latest announcement, the latest announcement, Her Majesty has called on people with lofty ideals in the city to build their own teams to go to the Undead Fortress to participate in the Undercity defense counterattack!"

"The latest announcement, the latest announcement, Her Majesty has called on people with lofty ideals in the city to build their own teams to go to the Undead Fortress to participate in the Undercity defense counterattack!"

Say the important thing three times.

When an officer-like Forsaken pasted a piece of brown paper on a street notice board not far from Winster and read it aloud three times, he turned away in a glad manner, oblivious to the bewildered expressions of the Forsaken around him.

Winster and I looked at each other, and we both saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes, building our own troops, rather than being drafted, suggesting that Sylvanas (Her Majesty) didn't seem ready to go to war with the Legion of Damnation in the Plaguelands.

"What do you think about this?" Winster said in a low voice.

I pondered for a moment and said, "This is just right, the first construction of the Undercity is just the time when Yuncheng is at the beginning, large-scale wars are too heavy for the development of the Undercity, but small-scale conflicts and attacks are just right, which can not only effectively train personnel, but also reduce a lot of unnecessary sacrifices, it is simply a double thing." ”

Listening to my words, Winster couldn't help but be a little moved, he really didn't expect that this walking corpse who met for the first time next to him could say such insightful things, which made him impress me.

Winster was moved and added: "Actually, you don't want to say a little bit, a small-scale war is also very conducive to the collection of intelligence and supplies, which is a triple win." ”

I was a little moved when I heard the supplies, buddy has no money now, and he can't buy any excellent equipment, but isn't it just that song that sings "There are no guns and no cannons, and the enemy sends us them"? When I got to the battlefield, I saw that Lao Tzu was not inside the three layers and the outer three layers equipped himself first.

"Shall we leave now?" I asked excitedly.

Winster said, "No, the team is too small, and the profession is too monotonous, and the guys at the Undead Barrier won't let us go." ”

Nima's, is the Forsaken so responsible, and you have to see how strong the team is to fight a natural disaster, I can't help but complain.

"Do you have the right candidate?" I couldn't help but look at Winster.

Winster pondered for a moment and said slowly, "No! ”

Well, I knew I was asking for nothing, if he could have the right people to form a team, then he could still find me? I guess I have already fought bravely with my teammates.

"I'm a warrior, and I also work part-time as a healer, and judging by your outfit and the ghost's movements just now, I guess you must be a thief, so we have to find at least one more warrior and mage, so that we can be called a qualified adventure team, am I right?" I said.

Winster gave me a startled look, obviously not expecting me to know so much about the composition of the Adventure Squad, knowing that he was only able to know this because he had participated in some adventure activities during his lifetime.

"You're right, mages are essential, but we don't necessarily have to find another warrior, you must know that a qualified warrior is very scarce nowadays, maybe it would be better to have dual thieves in the team." Winster said.

Looking at the quiet Winster, I just want to say that this warrior is just a second knife, and a qualified warrior is still 108,000 miles away, but it is also Winster's calmness that I didn't say this.

I was really afraid that he would know my details and not take me to play, but I had already made up my mind that I must find another fighter, a qualified fighter.

"Can anyone tell me what is written on the notice?"

At that moment, a gruff voice sounded from the other side of the sign, and the sound was so loud that my ears were almost numb.

When I looked up, I was immediately amused, wasn't it the hater I knew in Brill who was standing on the sign and shouting loudly.

I saw that the two eyes of the goods, one big and one small, kept glancing at the notice board, and the three arms were also waving and dancing, which was very funny, but I was sad to look at it.

The reason is very simple, because Goddor, a stupid big man, is actually better than me, not to mention that he holds a chain knife made of stainless steel in his left and right hands, just talking about the rusty oversized kitchen knife on the arm behind his back is enough for me to envy for a long time.

I don't know what this guy has done during this time, and he has become so developed.

"Wait a minute, our third teammate has fallen." I said hello to Winster and walked towards the notice board.

"Goddor, Goddor, remember me?" Walking up to Goddor, I looked up and said loudly.

Goddor, who had to be more than four meters tall, more than two of my heights, stooped down and began to investigate, and finally, after turning more than two hundred and seventy degrees in place, he found me.

"Ah, little man, you're not dead, I thought I'd never see you again." As soon as I opened my mouth, my face drooped, what the hell, is there such a greeting to people?