This is a tavern opened by a group of dwarf undead, and it is also the most prosperous entertainment venue in the central area of ​​Dark Blade City. Almost every night, the dark blade soldiers who take turns gather here to drink and experience the kind of drinking that is unique to the undead.

With extremely vivid senses, the business here is great. The dwarves provide the best blood wine, as well as some spirits that are being developed one after another that can be enjoyed by the undead, as well as tobacco and other enjoyment products.

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The most popular thing is that in the center of the bustling bar, there is a huge black iron cage, in which drunken undead people fight in the iron cage. The boxers here are basically low-level undead people who have difficulty controlling their emotions.

They adhere to the unique temperament of the soldiers of the Dark Blade Legion. They are fierce and tenacious. They fight with each other without any weapons. Coupled with the shouts of other drinkers and the gambling games set up by the goblins, the people here are

The atmosphere became more heated.

"Bang"

Grokush, who was wearing casual clothes, was carrying two large piles of blood wine. Amidst the blaring and noisy music and the shining lights, he rejected several drunk Salaines and several charming Delaneys along the way.

With the ambiguous invitation of the banshee, she pushed the crowd towards her wine table. In the cheers of a veteran, Grokush piled the wine in his hands on the table, and then picked up the large glass on the top.

In the intoxicating aroma of the wine, Grokush raised the wine in his hand to the veterans who had followed him, and he said in a low voice:

"Here today, there are no military ranks or qualifications. We are all brothers who have been on the battlefield together. Let's drink here tonight and we will never come back until we are drunk!"

"Okay! I won't come back until I'm drunk!"

A group of veterans responded loudly. Most of these veterans have become secondary lords in the Dark Blade system, and a few have been able to independently command battle groups. Although mountain forces are not allowed to appear openly in the Dark Blade army, frankly

It is said that no matter what the system is, as long as there is a military presence, hilltop forces are an indispensable "feature".

After drinking several rounds of wine, these first batch of veteran swordsmen in the Dark Blade Legion chatted about all kinds of topics while puffing away their breath. As the Dark Blade defense zone continued to expand, they

There was very little time to gather together, and just when the atmosphere was at its hottest, Grokush put down his wine glass and picked up a cigar from his hand. Bell Death Plague had a sly eye and handed the boss a letter engraved with a silver skull.

lighter.

After a few coughs, the smoke covered Grokush's face. Among the drifting smoke, the old orc said softly:

"I know that some of you with keen eyes and ears have already heard some rumors. Today I really want to tell you some news."

"The combat command has finalized a big plan. I can't tell you the specific details, but what I can tell you is don't miss it! This will be the war for the selection of the first batch of heroic spirits. Heroic spirits, you all know, the heroic spirits are the dark ones.

The only way forward for the Blade Legion."

The old orc raised his glass and drank the blood wine mixed with ice cubes in one gulp. He breathed a sigh of relief, narrowed his eyes, and said with a smile to the other veterans:

"And they gave it a code name that suits me very well."

"They call it"
Chapter completed!