The Morning Mist Clan was defeated by the Quenching Clan, and the defeat was very straightforward, and the regiment leader was detained in the bronze bell stolen from the Quenching Side. According to the rules of the game, the captain is equal to the winner is decided, and the defeated Morning Mist Warband needs to fulfill its promise to give up all the property they have registered in the book, and the team will be disbanded, at least not to participate in the subsequent First Battle.

After the event, Zhou Shu threw Morty the Sheep to his eldest lady for safekeeping, and his side rushed out to find the people of the Morning Mist Clan, hoping to get one or two team members.

You must know that the Songun War will start in February, and you must gather at least ten local players before then. If it can't be done by then, Master Zhou will have to spend money to buy civilians to fill the number.

Her Majesty's team is full of indiscriminate numbers, and Zhou Shu doesn't want to see this situation, he must try to make the team members as reliable as possible.

Mortiaz said that there was a guy who was very fast, much better than his teammates, and that he could try to lobby and maybe get it. The man was actually quite conspicuous, with a red cloth around his neck, presumably to prevent sand from burrowing down his neck into his clothes during the fight.

Zhou Shu was in a hurry now, because he had so many competitors, and groups of people were running in a certain direction, which seemed to be the back door of the arena. He was sure that most of his own goals were the same, so he had to be the first to communicate with the people he liked before these people, and he couldn't be preempted.

It's not just the red scarf he wants to find as a teammate, the young man who easily manages the bronze bell giant alone is naturally also the one he needs to recruit.

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After the battle, the Morning Mist Bands walked to the doctor with a heart full of humiliation, bandaged themselves in the most basic form, and then reluctantly surrendered to the enemy.

Of the twenty-two members of the warband, nineteen survived, and only eleven were willing to go to the opponent to admit their defeat. The others snuck out the back door the doctor had given them. They don't want to suffer the ridicule of their enemies after losing the battle, and they don't want to see their own team disbanded. Out of escape, they choose to escape.

The two regiment commanders had nowhere to escape, and some of the mercenaries who had been temporarily borrowed did not have so much collective honor, such as the two southern warriors. After they had honestly grown smaller, they ran out in miserable makeup with bandages all over their bodies for the final duty of the warband's necessary journey.

Only a few of the real members of the Morning Mist came to witness the team's final moments. Among them was a young man wearing a red cloth scarf, who looked to be definitely less than eighteen years old, but who was already active in the arena as a warrior.

The Quenching War Regiment was originally fighting fiercely with the enemy, but now that the enemy has been dispersed, its commander feels that there is no need to continue to ossify the relationship between the two sides, at least to leave some face for others and a way back, if you do things too much, you will get into trouble for yourself.

The heads of the two groups were talking about things in the living room in the arena, and Red Scarf was sitting alone in the corridor of the aisle.

He was very glad that the other party's head was reasonable. Under the pretext of letting the members of the regiment recuperate, one person came over to hand over the property of the regiment. It was a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard and a weak face, and he didn't look like he would live long, probably because of some fatal injuries accumulated from a long battle.

Pololl was not injured in the battle just now, and he was ashamed of that. The last battle with the regiment commander was not a death in battle, and it didn't even look like he had just participated in a life-and-death battle. He pulled out the cloth around his neck, and there was indeed a lot of sand and dust in it, which was the only memento he had received from participating in the battle.

He knew exactly what was going to happen next, just get out of the arena. Immediately they will be surrounded by a large group of other warbands who will open and close those disgusting fat lips to convince themselves. Let yourself join them.

Pollol has done this many times, trying to convince others, but never succeeding. He made up his mind that since he didn't succeed in bringing in even one of his powerful teammates, he wouldn't be persuaded by anyone, and that was the beginning and the end.

Wait for the head of the morning mist to complete the signing of the delivery document. Walking out of the room, Cheng Dù, who was aging in an instant, looked even stricter than the opponent's sick regiment leader.

Pololl didn't greet the regimental commander, because he found that the regimental commander's eyes were out of focus, and even if he waved his hand, he might not be able to see it. Since the dissolution of the team is so quiet, let's make this quiet a little more complete.

Looking at the back of the regiment commander, who did not look like a soldier. He smiled bitterly and walked towards the entrance of the arena to meet the surging crowd.

The number of warbands participating in the First War in the Tiger Country was extremely large, so large that it exceeded everyone's expectations, and it was never seen that so many soldiers were recruited into the army in peacetime when the country recruited soldiers to fight. Even so, the number of good fighters is not very sufficient.

As soon as he appeared, Pololl was surrounded by a large number of people, and he felt that he was carrion under the eyes of a flock of crows, and he did not feel very good. But the things that put him in a bad mood were still to come.

"What?? you're all going to find that bastard?!"

As soon as Pollol appeared, he was pulled by the people around him and asked where the warrior who had knocked down the quenching giant in an instant was where.

He felt that this was a very unbelievable thing, 'Could it be that these people didn't see it just now, because that kid made a mistake and failed to completely eliminate the enemy's combat ability, so the warband failed?'

In fact, Pololl probably knows the answer to his question. These people must have seen it, but what they needed was a strong thug, the kind who could launch a surprise attack on the enemy's main general.

Compared to the classic teamfight modes of Quenching and Morning Mist, it is now more popular among those newcomer teams to take the head of the enemy general. This is certainly efficient, but in order to prevent the veteran from becoming a breakthrough, its strength is definitely not weak, at least the top few in the group, it is not easy to steal chickens.

Bololl was annoyed by the shaking of the gang, and he took the trouble to answer over and over again the inquiries of these noisy crows, "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know where that guy ran when I go out." ”

He said this mechanically until he saw a strange-looking alien asking, 'The warrior with the red scarf. Where did I go'.

Pololl had said before that no one would join the team, and that he was going to end his short career as a warrior and go home to farm, take care of the gray crops, and wait for the green earth to return. As a result, when Zhou Shu asked him like this, he was suddenly a little moved. So he asked, "Red Scarf, what are you looking for that guy from Polore?"

"Of course, I want him to join the warband. ”

"Awesome? Do you think he's awesome?

Zhou Shu nodded on the side and bragged casually. In fact, in addition to the speed of opening the bow, he didn't know where that guy was strong, so he could only try to talk nonsense.

Polore was at an age of extreme lack of identity, and was a little jealous of his companion who was being fought over by the warband. Now that he finally met his soulmate, he suddenly felt that it seemed that it would be good to go back to his hometown later.

So, he took out his red cloth scarf from his pocket and wrapped it around his neck.

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When the sick princess, Mortiaz and Marlena arrived, Zhou Shu was walking towards this side with a smile on his face. He also waved to them.

Polore was in a much better mood, especially after Zhou Shu advanced his salary. He was sure that he had found a rich foreigner, and he hurried in without asking much about the new warband. For him, the meaning of money is still quite large.

Zhou Shu waved to his eldest lady, and warned his invited comrades-in-arms with a gloomy face, "That big beauty with black hair and wavy hair is my fiancée." ”

Polore nodded in understanding, "What about the little one?

"It's not. It's an idle eater, and the southern woman with dark circles under her eyes is your comrade-in-arms. My fiancée and I are also your comrades-in-arms. ”

Pollol was even happier when he heard this, even though the three comrades who died today were also disbanded. But the three of them look better than the previous ones, one is very rich and generous, and there are two beautiful big sisters. He's starting to like his new team now.

"So......" Pollol asked expectantly, "are the rest of my teammates awesome?"

Zhou Shu really couldn't bear to hit him who seemed to be excited, for Zhou Shu this is a child, although he is not very old.

"We're just a few people here for the time being, and we haven't signed up yet. Hiring. You know great friends who can be introduced. ”

The sick princess would wander over, greet the new team members with a smile, and then ask the same questions as Zhou Shu.

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After finding a place, a few people got together a little to get to know each other. Marlena has a crush on the new man and shares her tobacco leaves with her. was decisively refused. After that, Polol did not dare to approach Marlena.

Seeing the tobacco leaves, Zhou Shu suddenly felt that something was not quite right in his body, and he had a feeling of gluttony.

"Oh no......"

He was keenly aware that he genuinely wanted to experience that feeling again.

"What's wrong?" the sick princess wondered as she ate the boiled eggs, she could distinguish the panic Cheng Dù that Zhou Shu's face showed on her face. Although he had been saying 'oops, terrible, terrible' as a mantra, this time it seemed to be really problematic.

As a modern person, Zhou Shu clearly understands the danger of the kind of thing in Marlena's hands. Human beings have only been dealing with this thing for 500 years, but they have gained quite a lot of lessons and tragedies because of it, and it is still a social problem that cannot be eradicated.

He had heard that the only way to completely eliminate Mexico's armed drug cartels was to legalize addiction worldwide, so that every addict could buy what they wanted cheaply, and drug traffickers would lose their profits.

Zhou Shu, who suddenly found that he seemed to have been tricked, began to break out in a cold sweat from the door of his head, and he really wanted to go to the toilet to call Yu Feiniao and ask himself if there was any salvation in this matter.

In fact, he also knew that his body should be able to resist the dependence of this thing, but that could only make him less uncomfortable in the case of cutting off the supply, nothing more. As for the obsession with that feeling, it seems that he wants to solve the problem that should be brain science, which is exactly the blank area of his family's junior Yu Bird.

Zhou Shu has occasionally been angry about some things recently, but he is now sure that even if he stands up and smashes the stool at Marlena, this should not be too much. That guy is really too tricky.

When the sick princess saw the cold sweat on her man's head, her heart was even more puzzled.

"Miss, let's talk about this later......

"What matters?" The sick princess didn't like to be hung upon, and her curiosity was very strong, but she still chose not to mention it for the time being.

The welcome ceremony for the newlyweds was probably nothing more than a meal at the wine table, and Pollol mentioned it consciously or unconsciously, saying that there were some good places for leisure and entertainment in the city, as if he wanted to encircle people in the past.

Zhou Shu didn't know what virtues the private clubs in this country had, in fact, he hadn't even seen what his own family looked like.

Ignoring his request, after the meal, a group of people gathered together to discuss the matter of expanding the warband.

"I think we should come up with a name first, don't we?" Marlena asked a very reliable question, and then thought of a very unreliable name, Blue Moon.

"There's no rush for this kind of thing. Zhou Shu said this, and took out a stack of letters from his pocket, including invitations from the three well-known warbands received by the sick princess, as well as invitations from the lord of this place and the merchant named Ade. "We seem to have to start looking around and pick a few appointments. ”

Polol, who had just joined, was very active, clutching the envelopes of the warband, as if he had seen something dirty.

"Do you know those people?" asked the sick princess.

Pololl squealed with a strange emphasis, as if to vent his anger, "They're all bastards!

"That's ......" Zhou Shu touched his chin while tacitly understanding the sick princess, and decided: "Then let's go visit them first." ”

"What?!" Pololl thought he had just mispronounced the wrong thing, "I'm saying that they're not good people, they're not good people!"

"I understand. Zhou Shu frowned and looked dissatisfied, "They are not good people, so we went to visit him." ”

Pollol didn't understand, "Why? Because you're not good people?"

"Now it's us. Zhou Shu corrected his wording, and by the way, he said what his team was going to do next. "If they're not good people, I'll feel less guilty when I poach them, because if they don't get it right, they'll get into a fight, and they won't win. (To be continued......)