"Damn! It's really evil enough. I like it."

The Water Demon Bazaar licked his lips and showed a rather perverted smile. He patted Afeng on the shoulder and said:

"Thank you, brother, your news came too timely. I will order all my troops to go around the swamp for a few times. Brother Goudan, do you want to come with us?"

"No, I still like the reputation-earning mode."

Goudan curled his lips and climbed back onto the sliding pole that was lifted up by four skeleton soldiers. He waved his hands and said:

"The risks of mandatory contract suppression are too great, there are too many hidden dangers, and the use of phylacteries to coerce people, what is the difference between this kind of behavior and the stupid jackal warlock? I want to be the ghost king, but I don't want to be the bad guy, so I still go

Let’s build up our reputation honestly.”

"You are not dark at all!"

Bazaar complained:

"You are just a lawful necromancer disguised as a dark villain. Forget it, I will go alone. But tomorrow, do you want to go to the swamp to find a lead horse? I heard that someone has found an ownerless skeleton war horse over there.

.

They are rare elites.

Other professions have to be defeated before they can be captured. We can directly use the undead control technique to get it. If we don’t use it ourselves, we can also sell it to others. This is a beautiful thing.”

"Okay, I'll come find you tomorrow night."

Goudan was very tempted, so he separated from Bazaar after making an appointment, and then followed the pants-removing demon to the dead man's cabin.

The two of them were talking and laughing along the way.

Goudan also invited the pants-removing demon to sit on his slide. Although this thing he made himself is funny, don't mention it. It feels really good to be carried by the skeleton soldiers. It is stable and fast, and it is quite respectable.

Along the way, many newcomers who had just entered the game a few days ago kept returning.

However, when approaching the deceased's hut, the sharp-eyed Goudan quickly spotted an acquaintance. He stood up from the sliding pole and shouted to the front:

"Hey, Sweet Potato Shao, what are you doing here? Didn't you say you wanted to fight guerrillas with Mr. Qin in the swamp? Why are you back so soon?"

"Oh, forget it, Mr. Qin has taken on a hidden mission."

Di Guashao, who was walking around in circles near the deceased's hut out of boredom, yawned and said bitterly:

"Originally Master Qin was going to take us across the swamp, and we all planned to go to the Deserted Mountain to check out the situation before the NPCs were dispatched.

But before they even set off, Archon Milian directly gave a hidden mission and refreshed it on Master Qin’s dashboard, saying that there was an ‘old friend’ who wanted to meet him.

Now, Lao Qin has been in there for 20 minutes and nothing has triggered the follow-up. I really don’t know what he was talking about with the strange corpse witch inside."

"Ding"

As soon as Digua Shao finished complaining, the second link of "Hidden Mission: 'Old Friend' Reunion" popped up on his panel. The art student looked down and screamed:

"Fuck! Escort a guy named 'Rotem Hugh Baldwin' to the Crimean Fortress? Damn, who is this NPC? Why haven't I heard of it before? But, how does the last name 'Baldwin' sound?

So familiar?"

"This is the last name of the Yankees' General Winter Wolf! Damn it, brothers, it sounds awesome if you trigger this mission. Can you share it? You can give it to G."

Goudan was so smart, he immediately tasted the flavor of the "side plot". He blinked and asked, "It doesn't matter if the sweet potatoes are cooked."

He and Goudan are from the same school. Although everyone has gone back to their homes due to the closure of the school due to the pandemic, this kind of alumni relationship only shares the same task.

"You need a lot of money. We are all our own people. Don't talk about money. Is it vulgar?"

Sweet Potato Shao made a complaint and shared the task.

Not only did he share it with Goudan, but he also shared it with Ah Feng, the pants-removing demon who was watching the fun next to him. Goudan was naturally happy. He was excited that he had encountered a side plot, but Ah Feng was a little hesitant.

He can indeed move around freely now, but if he doesn't tell his mother when he "travels far away", he is afraid something will happen.

Before the pants-removing demon could finish struggling, the closed door of the deceased's hut was pushed open.

Lao Qin, wearing a Cadman People's Army sergeant squad leader's uniform, carrying a classic Mosin Nagant on his back, a cowhide armed belt and a bullet chain on his chest, strode out with a man behind him.

A mysterious man wearing a long hood to cover his body.

This guy said a few words to Mr. Qin, and then walked towards the sweet potato roasting.

Under the surprised gaze of the young man, the corpse witch Baldwin, who had changed his body, looked him up and down, and then reached out and patted Diguashao on the shoulder.

It said in a dry but very appreciative voice:

"Young man, you fought well before. Although your fighting skills are poor, at your age, you dare to fight against my elite skeleton army. This courage alone proves that you can become a good soldier. Do your best under General Qin."

"Hey! Lao Luo."

Lao Qin interrupted the Corpse Witch's encouragement quite unhappily and said:

"I'm just a sergeant squad leader now, please don't fucking talk nonsense, okay? It's still unclear whether I can be a general in Transia in the future. Let's set off quickly. It takes four hours to get to the Crimean Fortress in the Falcon.

, I don’t want to spend the night in the wild at night.”

"Well, I made a mistake."

The Corpse Witch showed a stiff and weird smile. It followed Old Qin and walked out of the Blood Vulture Corridor, followed by several people who had taken over the mission.

Sweet Potato Shao was still looking confused now, he frowned and said:

"Has this corpse witch seen me before? He also said that I'm a good fighter. Damn it. With my little ability, I dare to challenge a corpse witch alone. Wait! Fuck! I know who it is.

Depend on!

Lao Qin, how come you still make friends with it?"

Sweet potato roast shouted:

"It beat us so badly before, it even left a psychological shadow on me. Damn it! You evil corpse witch, please pay me and my roommates compensation for mental damages!"

"Well, although I have nothing to offer now, my useless great-grandson still has some status in the Crimean Fortress. When we arrive, I will ask him to compensate you."
Chapter completed!