After Thunder Pattern blended in with Sattek unharmedly, the sky was officially dark, and the dim dark clouds in the sky obscured the hazy moonlight.

It should be said that it was a terrible weather, but after entering the city, the fat man with the big cart of monster fur had a smile on his face.

is the so-called dark moon killing night, the wind is high and the day is set on fire, which brings great convenience to him who didn't want to get a large amount of supplies through normal channels at all.

God is helping me!

The monster fur piled up on the cart was tied into a bundle with hemp rope at will, and the carriage was thrown directly on the side of the road, and Lei Wente was already a small peasant carrying a large pile of fur and walked directly to the mercenary guild.

He was going to fill his hungry and panicked stomach first.

Contrary to the lonely city, the mercenary guild here is bustling and lively. The bewitching reception lady was leisurely putting on heavy makeup behind the counter, while laughing with the mercenaries outside the cabinet, and from time to time let out a few greasy arrogant snorts.

The Warcraft Forest at night was obviously no longer a good place to continue hunting, and three or five mercenaries began to return from outside the city together. The mercenary guild's large pieces of wine and meat and the sassy lady are their biggest hobbies in addition to tasks, so most of the mercenaries will not return home early, but continue to linger in this unconcerned wine and meat.

The Black Forest of Warcraft is a desperate domain full of dangers, and the mercenaries don't know when they will be viciously bitten off their heads by the sudden rushing out of the Warcraft. So they wantonly seek a sense of mental paralysis, and never care how much money they will spend, and the daily life and death are just for the enjoyment of the present and the capital of bragging and farting in the future.

In addition to fine wine and women, men love nothing more than the honor of showing off. In some ways, these mercenaries are indeed the most real men, and their lives are downcast, but not mixed with falsehood.

Once upon a time, the fat man also envied these soldiers who lived a free life, and also dreamed that he would become a great mercenary king in the future. But after a few months, learning about the hardships inside and the peak mortality rate of the mission, this powerless person wisely gave up his dream immediately.

"Let me tell you, Lao Tzu is a warrior who has slain a two-legged wyvern. Back then, our mercenary squad accidentally broke into the lair of the Wyvern, uh! You should know that those damned brutes are the most tyrannical killers in the outer realms of the Warcraft Forest, and if you waterlogging breaches touch them, you'll end up with dinner for those brutes, biting off your filthy heads one by one. But we didn't give up resisting at that time, no matter how powerful they were, aren't they just a bunch of brutes? At that time, the captain of our team was dragged out and torn to pieces on the way to retreat, and it was Lao Tzu who led the group of frightened young babies who peed their pants to continue the fight. On the way, I don't know how many attacking beasts were killed, and the dark green and foul-smelling blood simply stained Lao Tzu's whole body disgustingly. Although Lao Tzu is indeed extremely brave, but obviously there are too many of them, and in the end our personnel are getting fewer and fewer, and I am the only one who is still struggling to die, but now that Lao Tzu has survived, do you know how to do it in the end!! ”

The group of mercenaries gathered in the guild gulped down inferior liquor and bragged unscrupulously about their achievements. Suddenly, an old mercenary, who was obviously drunk, jumped onto the table, smashed the wine glass in his hand on the ground, and spoke triumphantly to the screams of the maid.

Obviously, all the mercenaries were no strangers to this man, and no one showed any admiration or surprise at all when they listened to his amazing story, at most with a mockery on their faces, and no one believed him.

Old Jack, a lonely old mercenary who has retired from his grade, his favorite thing is to drink alcohol and loudly promote his so-called heroic achievements, the mercenaries in addition to the surprise at the beginning, boasting that so many years have passed, if anyone continues to believe the bullshit of the damn old thing, in the end all he will be ridiculed by everyone.

"I know, Old Jack! Did you suddenly burst out of vindictiveness back then, and you bravely slaughtered all the bipedal wyverns by yourself. ”

A young mercenary in the crowd replied loudly with a glass held his wine glass aloft. His words caused a cacophony of laughter around him, and it was clear that Old Jack was now a signature joke in the Mercenary Guild.

"You damn little baby, when Lao Tzu fought bloody battles, you were still nursing at your mother's. You know! Back then, it was because the lair of the bipedal wyvern was attacked by another demonic beast, and the cry of their young dragon attracted the damned beasts back. The bipedal wyvern is the creature that values cubs the most, and that's why I was able to escape with my life. I don't understand the fart, and I'm going to run out and be ashamed! ”

Old Jack was a little angry at the laughter of the crowd, and he stamped his feet desperately, and the wooden table rattled with his feet, and then angrily pointed at the mercenary who opened his mouth and cursed.

Laughter erupted in the guild, and these mercenaries, who had nothing to do but fight every day, had a lot of wasted energy. What they like most is to make a fuss, and then watch the two sides clash, and fight together, so that they seem to be able to vent their suppressed emotions more wantonly.

The young mercenary at the exit obviously couldn't hold his face, and stood up with a snort, his face flushed with drinking, and he threw the wine glass on the ground. The chaotic crowd burst into shouting.

The young man was obviously also drunk, and in the uproar of the crowd, he got unprecedented attention, which made him get a pleasure that he had never felt like he had ever had when he had only been on the very edge of the activity to find some small monsters. He didn't mind teaching this damn old thing in front of him a lesson at the urging of everyone, and he might become the new hero of the mercenaries himself from today.

The young man, with a beautiful dream, pressed over to Old Jack step by step, and the more noisy cries around him made his expression more and more excited. Even the maid on the side let out a riotous scream.

Well, as long as you show your bravery, it's not good to have a free affair at night, these * don't look at their appearance, they are very profligate, but they are only interested in the real strong, people like themselves, usually can only be honest and obscene.

And Old Jack's clean body, which had been corroded by the liquor, naturally would not be the opponent of this strong mercenary who was only in his twenties. He himself knew that since he had to withdraw from the mercenary world ten years ago because of the outbreak of old injuries that had accumulated in the past. His greatest ability is no longer fighting, but only occasionally bragging, and now his old body can't even beat an ordinary man.

Old Jack awkwardly retreated to the table at the edge of the room, and the mercenaries around him obviously wouldn't be kind enough to come out to help him. Damn little baby, if only Lao Tzu would have been back then.

He tried to use his previous achievements to hypnotize himself to forget the pain of the beating, but the fist that slammed into him with the sound of the wind still made the corners of his eyes twitch unconsciously, and the atmosphere in the guild instantly reached its peak.

Just as the fist was about to touch the decrepit face, the mercenaries around him could even imagine the miserable wail. But a white fat hand stretched out lightly, and grabbed the young mercenary's fist directly without the slightest fireworks.

The tumultuous shouting of the tavern suddenly fell silent, who would have expected this unexpected scene.

I saw a team of messily bound monster fur behind it, raising a chubby head, with a lot of greasy on the cute face, and a half-gnawed leg meat was casually held in his mouth.

It was our Thunder Thread classmate, who seemed to have some anger on his face now, swallowed the piece of meat in his mouth twice, and then stood up with a snort.

"!! I hate it when people disturb me eating! ”