The mission hall is crowded with people, and the heat is extraordinary.

Viewed from the air, this mouth-shaped complex located in the center of Medin City is so majestic and gorgeous.

The four Gothic-style buildings tightly surround the small square square inside, and the solid white stone walls, the towering spires, the smooth and smooth marble floors, the carved corridors and the exquisite sculptures everywhere show the supremacy and financial power of the Mission Hall.

In addition to the Cathedral of Medin, which is located not far from the Mission Hall, the Central Arena and the Golden Skull Auction Hall can barely be compared to it, even the castle of the City Lord's Mansion is a big difference. Not to mention the low-slung dwellings, dirty alleys and dusty streets of much of Medin.

People sometimes even have the illusion that a place like the Mission Hall is simply a corner of heaven and has accidentally fallen into the world.

Only those who have had the opportunity to visit a larger city know that there are countless buildings that are more magnificent and ornate than the Mission Hall, and the use of magic patterns in them is unimaginable to ordinary people.

Moreover, this in itself is the standard architectural style of the Mission Hall. Mission halls are the same in almost every city. The only difference is in terms of size, interior decoration and some magic pattern usage. The Mission Hall of Medin City, which is regarded as a paradise by the hillbillies, is actually only the lowest level among the various branches of the Mission Hall.

In the human world, there will always be a gap between the rich and the poor. Just as the slums and the rich districts of Edin City are already stark contrasts, the inhabitants of the rural towns of the South will never be able to use their imagination to sketch the landscape of the big city that is out of reach for them.

The old bear walked through the human form towards the familiar mission hall.

Near the street where the mission hall is located, the mercenaries and knights in the crowd have become more numerous. The men with their weapons on their backs and their horses on their backs either looked solemn, calm, or gathered around to discuss something in a whisper, or flaunted to each other the weapons they had just bought or the brand-new leather armor.

Even though there were quite a few female mercenaries among them, the whole neighborhood was still filled with a strong male atmosphere. The oncoming mercenaries, most of them were disheveled, bare-chested, with wild eyes and knotted muscles, unabashedly conveying the message of "don't mess with me" to the surrounding crowd.

If some immature rookies enter this mercenary world, I am afraid that they will immediately turn into a frightened little quail. And for the old bear, who is already forty years old this year, this qiē is already commonplace. For many years, this neighborhood, that white building and the people around it, was originally a part of his life.

"Old Bear!"

"Hey, old man!"

Along the way, people greeted the old bear from time to time.

The old bear responded one by one, occasionally meeting a few old friends who were particularly familiar, and would hug each other and kiss each other's cheeks.

It's just that, unlike the usual hearty enthusiasm, the old bear at this moment seems to be a little preoccupied, and when he greets everyone, he is also absent-minded and in a trance. The smile on his face was as stiff as if it had been carved out of wood.

And the people who greeted him seemed to understand his situation. After sending his back into the crowd with his eyes, they looked at each other, all with deep pity and sighs.

In the world of mercenaries, trustworthy friendship is an extremely precious thing.

No matter how lonely a mercenary is, he needs companions. A mercenary may only be able to hunt a second-level demonic beast, while a team of mercenaries may be able to hunt a fifth-level demonic beast, but a sixth-level demonic beast. The points and rewards obtained are tens or hundreds of times that of second- and third-level Warcraft.

But the mercenaries in the mission hall are all from all over the mainland. Many people don't even know their names, let alone understand each other's temperaments.

If you are not careful, you may bring a wolf or a stupid pig by your side, not only can you not save your life at the critical moment, but you may be bitten hard by the other party or put on an oolong, and lose your life in vain.

Therefore, the mercenaries are always on guard and suspicious of each other, seeking the necessary cooperation.

In the mission hall of Medin City, Lao Xiong and several other mercenaries have a name, called "Old Horse".

Not only in Edin City, but in the mission hall of any city, there is such a group of people called "Old Horses". Their preservation zài is one of the unique landscapes in the mission hall.

The old horse is an apt metaphor. It means that these mercenaries are as trustworthy as an old horse.

These mercenaries are usually powerful people who have made their home in the local area, have a lot of experience, and have enough kung fu in their hands. They not only have enough knowledge of the local Warcraft Mountains, geographical terrain, and human customs. Moreover, it relies on the mercenary points, credit and fame accumulated over the years to eat, and it is the most reliable. ,

As a result, they are some of the most popular of all mercenaries. You may not be able to believe it if you find someone else, but if you find an "old horse" that everyone recognizes, then you can't do it!

Not only will some mercenary squads that lack people choose them, but even some knight teams passing by here who need manpower, merchant convoys, large mercenary groups, and even nobles and the military will often seek their cooperation.

Old Bear is one of the most famous "old horses" in the mission hall of Edin City.

He used to be from the border army, and he fought a lot of battles with the Feilie people in the border city of Longmen. Later, after retiring from the army, he wandered around and made money as a mercenary. In the end, he made a home in the city of Medding.

Although he has never obtained the registration certificate of the Knight's Hall in his life, he himself has the strength of a four-star armed cavalry. Coupled with his familiarity with the terrain of the Warcraft Mountains around Medin City and his rich combat experience, his role in the mercenary team is much higher than that of a brave knight.

There are many stories about the old bear circulating in the mercenary circles of Medin City, and these stories, without exception, are all praises for this "old horse". In many stories, the mercenaries who survived by relying on the old bear still appear in the mission hall every day, and anyone who says a bad word about the old bear will immediately be whipped by a big ear scraper.

This is the world of mercenaries. Realistic, brutal, but also full of romance and heroism.

In their life of licking blood, there is betrayal, betrayal, forgetfulness, fame, credit, friendship and respect. They only respect and obey the strong. Well, if you want to gain their respect, if you want to survive and gain a foothold in this world, you can only speak with your own ability and strength.

Conquer your companions, earn the friendship and trust of your companions, and your reputation will spread in the mercenary world without you bragging, and you can eat wherever you go. And people who have no ability, their mouths are good, and no one pays attention. Maybe if I find an opportunity, I will yin you and step on you.

"What's wrong with the old bear?" a short mercenary who had just returned to Medin City after completing his mission asked a familiar middle-aged mercenary beside him strangely.

"Alas," the middle-aged mercenary in leather armor sighed, lowered his head and shook his head: "I just received the news that he returned to his mother's wife, children, and his wife's family for more than a dozen. People, all dead in the south. Lao Xiong got married at the age of forty and had children, and he collapsed when he received the news. ”

The short mercenary opened his mouth, but he felt that he could not say anything for a while.

Mercenaries like them have been working at the bottom of society all their lives. If you are lucky, you will be appreciated by a certain nobleman, and you will be listed in the knight's hall, become an official knight, and then get a mining for military merits. Or simply enter the big mercenary group and climb up desperately, although not a formal knight, at least you have no worries about food and clothing.

But those are in the minority. Most people can only struggle at the bottom of society, living a life where they don't know what will happen tomorrow today.

In the eyes of many people, Lao Xiong is an object worthy of envy.

I have excellent skills, and I can settle down at home, even if I am not rich, I am finally harmonious and beautiful. Especially when you have a son in your forties, this life is even more worthwhile.

Old Bear's wife, a short mercenary, has also seen it, although she is not pretty, but she is gentle and virtuous, and Old Bear does almost nothing at home. The woman single-handedly wrapped up the work. Such a woman who feels sorry for a man, a brother among the mercenaries, who is not envious in private?

But who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, the woman died and the son was gone. For the forty-year-old bear, it is tantamount to ruining his life, how can he bear such a blow?

"Fuck it!*** Phillip!" the short mercenary only felt uncomfortable in his heart, and wanted to scream and curse.

"In the first two months, Lao Xiong went south several times to look for it, but he didn't break through. I almost lost my life. Originally, I was still holding hope, thinking that I could look forward to the return of my wife and children" The middle-aged mercenary said pityingly: "Who knew that I would receive such news now." It seems that the old bear doesn't want to live either. The front foot received the news, and the back foot went to sign up for You Yong, and I guess he was ready to leave the rest of his life on the battlefield at all. ”

The short mercenary was stunned. He muttered, "So where is he going?"

"Go get his sword. The middle-aged mercenary said: "You know, Lao Xiong has never worn a piece of demonic equipment in his life. After saving a lifetime of money, buying a good horse, and buying a fourth-level long sword, I removed most of it. Last time, he scraped together one hundred and sixty gold to paint the demon for his sword, but no one took it. He's going to report to the army tomorrow, and now he has to get his sword back.

Saying that, the middle-aged mercenary couldn't help but sigh: "Poor, he has dreamed of having a magic martial art all his life, even if it only belongs to him for one day." But who knows"

"!" the short mercenary jerked his legs and ran towards the mission hall.

"Why are you going?" asked the middle-aged mercenary, stunned.

"The commission that Lao Tzu just received, no matter what, I also gave him the money for Lao Xiong's painting demon today! Lao Tzu can't see that he can't even use a piece of magic in his life!" the short mercenary roared loudly and ran quickly towards the mission hall.

The bustling crowd suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at the short, red-faced mercenary with a thick neck, and listened to his voice.

The middle-aged mercenary was the first to react, touched the money in his pocket, gritted his teeth, and chased after him. A moment later, suddenly, a silent crowd surged, and the mercenaries flocked to the mission hall in unison.