"Lean ......"

Busman, the commander of the Canglan Legion, walked up to the platform with a hurried expression, but when he saw the blood eagle holding on to the railing with a gloomy face, Bussman stopped when he landed. ¢£¢¢£¢£¢,

"You just left that guy inside?" Busman glared at the Blood Eagle disapprehended.

"Or else?"

The blood eagle glanced at the burly barbarian, and his right hand subconsciously wanted to reach into his pocket to take out a cigarette case and a lighter, but who knew that he grabbed a void, and touched it to the touch of cold leather armor.

"Heh......" Blood Eagle was stunned for a moment, and then leaned back on the railing, his eyes changing.

Bussman paced back and forth in the hallway like an ant on a hot pan. After a long time, Blood Eagle impatiently called his partner and whispered, "Okay." ”

"If you want to dig a corner, he did it a month ago in Shenhai Town, will he wait until now? The Twilight Blade will not be disbanded, and you are still the leader of the thousands of brethren of the Canglan Legion. ”

"I'm not worried about this!"

Bussman rubbed his palms in a hurry, and Nunu's mouth was aimed at the heavy wooden door that was closed, "You know, how long has it been since the eldest sister went in......"

"About an hour."

At first, Blood Eagle didn't understand what his partner meant, so he looked at Bussman for a while, saw the strange look in his eyes, suddenly stood upright, walked over and slapped him on the smooth head, and scolded in a low voice: "I'll rub, can you be serious as a perverted bear, don't think I don't know what you did to the female players below, if you hadn't just touched the line and knew how to measure, you should have posted a public apology letter on the official blog now......"

"You're more excited than I am......" Bussman covered his bald head, his eyes glaring, but he didn't dare to hit the evil star in charge of guild discipline.

When it comes to 'Twilight Blade', a large guild with tens of thousands of members, it has become more or less commercial. Actually, 'Twilight's Blade' is pretty good. It has established a relatively stable cooperative relationship with sponsors. Unlike other guilds, you need to sell gold and equipment to cover the expenses.

Bussman knows what to do. I'm also afraid that negative news will affect the guild, so after joining the 'Twilight Blade', I have restrained my temperament. However, those who are familiar with him will also call out Bussman's previous title from time to time.

"Bang"

At this moment, the closed door opened, and the voice of the chairwoman was heard, "Come in." ”

Two people entered the room. Bussman sniffed carefully, but found nothing strange, and his eyes swept over several people. Seeing that they were neatly dressed, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing!" Blood Eagle noticed his partner's movements and glared at the bald guy fiercely.

"Enter the line."

Charles didn't do much, first throwing a team invitation to Blood Eagle and Bussman, and then giving the two of them the remaining task slots.

"Purple mission?"

When he saw the mission information of [Arabe - Blowing the Horn (1)], Bussman's eyes straightened. The Blood Eagle was more calm, perhaps gloomy, and glanced at Charles coldly, and said nothing else.

"You explain the mission to them."

Charles nodded at Yufie, and then to the quicksand on his fingertips, haunted by dreams. Let them keep up with themselves.

Knock knock.

The three of them walked up the stairs to the ground floor hall, where the hostess greeted two aboriginal professionals, a man and a woman, at the entrance of the station.

The middle-aged man was at least two meters tall. He was even more burly and strong than the barbarians from the Northlands, a new set of light leather armor wrapped around his body, and the most striking thing was that the middle-aged man's long blond hair was fluffy and spread, and with his mighty face, he really looked like a lion at first glance.

The woman was tall with long flame-colored hair, wearing light armor carved with intricate patterns, wearing a rune sword at her waist, and her eyes were a trademark silver-gray color.

"Udic!"

Seeing the male professional, Charles couldn't help but show surprise, and stepped forward to give the aboriginal a bear hug. He didn't expect the female lord to send such an exemplary man to himself, if he knew in advance that it was Udic, only one person would be enough, because the fear lord himself could compete with the hero professional.

Udic just smiled.

"Pastor of the Holy Adventists, we meet again." At this moment, a female voice that seemed to be smiling sounded in his ears, and Charles left Uditz's arms, looking at the woman in surprise.

"Meloti. Raul? ”

Charles also recognized the fire-haired woman.

The cousin of the female lord Milman is also a sword mage whose level is very close to the hero level, but the actual combat power is already comparable to that of a hero professional.

She also has another layer of identity that people can't ignore, the only daughter of the Grand Duke of Arabe, and may be the heir to the kingdom title in the future.

"Hello, Lady Meloti." Charles bowed to the fire-haired woman.

Despite Meloti's youthful beauty, her actual age may be about the same as Udic's, her sister Milman became famous during the war between goblins and orcs decades ago, just because she has a trace of Celestial blood, has a relatively long lifespan, and has a youthful permanent characteristic similar to that of a High Elf.

"Ma'am?"

Meloti seemed to be very sensitive to this title, and her face turned cold when she heard this, and she raised her eyebrows and smiled: "For unmarried women, it should be called sister, it's more appropriate, right?" ”

"Uh......"

Charles miscalculated how much Meloti cared about her age, and was stunned and could only smile apologetically.

"Udic, Sister Meloti, these are my two companions." He then introduced the two Aboriginal professionals to the quicksand of their fingertips.

For the others, Meloti and Udic seemed relatively cold, just greeting each other, not saying anything about greetings.

"Pastor of the Holy Adventists, I would rather hear you explain your plan of encirclement than politeness."

"After all, I've been thinking about how to clean up those rats, but I've never been able to get my sister's permission." Meloti said with a cold face.

"Then please go upstairs-"

Charles smiled at the hostess and led the two natives into the Twilight's Blade quarters.

At this time.

in the room.

The leaders of the Canglan Legion and the Blood Gloomy Legion are questioning the female president.

"Eldest sister, even if he is authorized by the Lord's Mansion and we can gather people in the city to exercise force, he may not be the opponent of those big gangs......"

"For example, the 'fist of revenge' has gained momentum in the Old City in recent months, and there are also aboriginal mercenary groups who have fought their ideas, but the result is that they are all wiped out. This is clearly not as simple as it seems, and it should be considered in the long run. ”

Bussman grimaced and looked good.

If other guild members are here, they will inevitably echo a few words. After all, Bussman's remarks were not deliberately dark, and there was a reason for it.

"What about you, what do you think, Blood Eagle?"

Yuffie has a leisurely demeanor, sitting in a chair with her long legs crossed, always smiling.

"I also think it's important to think about it." Blood Eagle pursed his lips and said in an indifferent tone: "According to the information of our guild, the leader of the 'Fist of Vengeance', Black Fist, is an advanced professional, with 5 character levels, and he is an overlord in the old city, and the sheriff does not dare to touch him easily. ”

"And, judging from the fact that the 'Fist of Vengeance' ruled the Old City in just half a year, I suspect that behind this gangster, there is an even more terrifying behemoth."

Blood Eagle's analysis hit the nail on the head, squinting his eyes and saying, "So if we don't have the certainty of finishing the battle and Thunder defeating the 'Fist of Vengeance', then we at Twilight Blade should abandon this operation." ”

"You're all good."

After quietly listening to the words of the two important arms, Yu Fei smiled and said: "To sum up, do you think that we only have low-end combat power, and we don't have the exemplary combat power that can directly fight against the Black Fist, even if we win, it will be a miserable victory, right?" ”

Bussman and Blood Eagle are both headed.

"Wrong."

"We have high-end combat power."

A voice came in from the open doorway behind him.

Charles took Udic and Meloti into the room.

"Exemplar Professional?" Feeling the aura of Udic and Meloti up close, Bussman and Blood Eagle didn't look right.

"I think we can go a little further and talk about the specific tactics for tomorrow." Charles laughed.

……

Old Town.

Deep in an abandoned manor.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Black Fist was practicing his fist on an alchemy dummy, and the fist wrapped in the howling wind left patches of uneven fist marks on the steel dummy, and the gangster thugs who saw this scene around were secretly spitting, with both admiration and fear in their eyes.

Suddenly, a faint shadow appeared behind Black Fist.

"You didn't get the priest back?" Shadow Slayer Anta's voice was filled with anger, "That's just a low-ranking priest, and a fragile Presence!" ”

"That priest isn't as weak as yours."

Black Fist stopped, and said in a gloomy voice, "You didn't give me any information at all. The priest had at least two magic items on him. ”

"One piece has a wind-making effect."

"One piece has a wild transformation effect."

"So even if you make a move, you may not be able to take him down." Black Fist's words smacked of mockery.

Anta was silent for a long time.

“…… In five days, on the last day of midwinter, His Excellency the High Priest will perform the summoning ceremony at the temple of Susar...... We must get ahead of this and dedicate the keys to the Crown so that the King of Darkness can forgive us our previous sins. "Anta Road.

"He can't get out of Arabe."

Black Fist's voice was full of killing intent. "I have already arranged for people to watch at the gates of each city before I come back, and they all have one-time teleportation magic props on them."

"The power of the fist of revenge is not enough, I will visit the headquarters of the Dead Rat Gang tonight, that group of nezumi rules the underground world of Arabe, and I can take advantage of the night to search the whole of Arabe and find out the priest!"

"Nezumen?"

Anta's eyes lit up, with the help of these beasts, it would only take him a night or two at most to get the key to the Crown Palace. (To be continued......)

ps: The second more delivered.