"Hi Wu, it looks like you haven't been here for a long time." As soon as Wu Song entered the door, Uncle Cowell, the bartender of the Morun Tavern, greeted Wu Song warmly.

"It's a few days since I came, and I went out to complete a mission." Wu Song smiled, he had a good impression of this obscene uncle who had a broken arm, loved to drink, and liked to slap girls' buttocks.

"It's good to be back." Cowell patted Wu Song's shoulder affectionately and nodded, this was already the best blessing for an adventurer who pinned his head to the waistband of his trousers. He took out a cigarette, lit it, handed it to Wu Song and asked, "What do you want to eat, there is Sasha here today, you have a mouthful." ”

"So let's keep it the same." Wu Song Cowell smiled, walked to the corner of the tavern and sat down, quietly watching the noisy world, as if he were just a passerby.

The old appearance in Wu Song's mouth is actually only three things, a smoked chicken, a plate of beef, and a glass of strawberry wine, these things seem very ordinary, but for adventurers, this is already a very luxurious dinner.

Tomorrow you may die in the wilderness, so you have to be kind to yourself today. This is a sentence that Wu Song has been silently admonishing himself, a few months of tempering between life and death, so that his fear of death has gradually faded, Wu Song is not afraid of death, but cherishes the time of life, as long as possible, he will try to make himself eat a little better, live a little more moisturized.

Wu Song doesn't like to drink, the reason why he wants strawberry wine is because there is no other drink in the Morun Tavern except wine, and strawberry wine is the lowest degree, but Wu Song likes to eat meat very much, this guy is not too tall or fat, but one person can easily kill a whole chicken and a large plate of beef weighing two catties.

There are many people who come to Molun Tavern to drink, but there are few people to eat, so what Wu Song asked for was quickly served, Wu Song picked up the knife and fork skillfully divided the smoked chicken, cut the whole beef into small slices, and tasted this delicious taste of his own.

When the sun sets, the Morun Tavern at night is lively, many adventurers work during the day, and they will run to the tavern for a drink at night, and the adventurers get together, just drinking seems to be a little boring, at this time the adventurers will spontaneously get together to organize some entertainment programs, and it seems to be a good choice to wrestle their wrists.

"Is there anyone else who dares to come up and compete, are you adventurers in Milltown all waste, isn't there a dignified man who stands up?" At the table where the wrist-wrestling contest was held, a man in black leather armor, with a thin figure and a somewhat pale face, shouted in a sharp voice, and next to him stood several people dressed about the same as him, one of them was a strong man who was two and a half meters away, standing a lot taller than everyone else in the crowd, as if standing out from the crowd, it was this guy who broke the arms of five adventurers in a row.

A few outsiders were shouting while drinking, and most of the adventurers gathered around the table were angry, some of these frequent adventurers who came to the Tavern of Morun were temporarily living in Milltown, some had already made their homes here, many of them had completely regarded themselves as Mirtownspeople, and now there were people shouting at the door, and the adventurers were angry. But angry and angry, but no one was willing to stand up, on the one hand, because the big man was too strong, two of the five people who went up to compete with him before were seventh-level capable people, and there was a warrior who was known for his strength, but he was still twisted by this guy's arm, so to infer that the strength of the strong man has reached a rather terrifying level, and it is very likely that he is a person with an ability of level eight or above, in a town like Mill Town, a person with an ability of level eight or above is already quite a remarkable existence.

Another reason why the adventurers did not dare to step forward was the inverted triangle tattoo on the forehead of this group, which was the tattoo of Xing, the symbol of the Stinger Mercenary Regiment. No one knew who these people were, but few adventurers who often hung out in this area of Boulder City didn't recognize the tattoo.

The mercenary group is a large organization formed by the gathering of adventurers, and many of the more difficult tasks issued by the adventurer's guild are not completed by three or five people together, in order to complete this large-scale task to obtain rewards, there are many adventurers gathered together, everyone unites and cooperates to complete the task, these people always do tasks together, and over time they form a large force, and these forces in addition to doing the tasks issued by the adventurer's guild, they also often help the military to complete some tasks, This nature is somewhat similar to that of mercenaries, hence the fact that these large groups of adventurers are called mercenary groups.

The headquarters of the Stinger Mercenary Group is in Karen Town, one of the three major towns around Boulder City, they are the top ten mercenary groups around Boulder City, and they are also the largest mercenary group in Karen Town, but the reputation of these guys is not very good, many adventurers who often mix here know that the Stinger Mercenary Group is a mercenary group, but in fact there is no difference from the robbers, in the wild, they have done countless things to kill people and goods, but because of the strength of the Stinger Mercenary Group, plus they have a ninth-level superpower leader, Many adventurers are afraid to be angry with these guys!

"Fuck, that's a disappointment, isn't there anyone in Milltown?" The tavern, which was supposed to be noisy, was unusually silent, except for a few people from the Stinger Mercenary Regiment cursing incessantly.

"I'm coming!" There was a sudden roar from the crowd, and the adventurers' nerves suddenly became excited, and everyone turned their heads, only to be stunned to find that it was the old bartender Cowell.

Cowell was almost fifty years old, and legend has it that the old man had been an adventurer a long time ago, but then he broke an arm and became disabled, so he came to work as a bartender in a tavern and lived a comfortable life.

Many adventurers were stunned at first when they saw Cowell rushing up, and then they showed a worried look, although this old guy is usually a little more colorful, but his popularity is still good, and most of the adventurers who often drink here have a good relationship with him.

"Old fellow, you only have one arm left, and if this arm is twisted again, then you will have to lie on the ground with your tongue like a dog in the future." The strong man glanced at Colwell contemptuously, and he scolded a few words disapprehantly, obviously not taking this old guy with a big beard and only one arm in his eyes, while the other Stinger mercenary groups all laughed when they heard the strong man's scolding.

"Haha, boy, are you just going to talk like a? Who's going to break his arm won't know until he's tried it. Speaking of playing tricks, Cowell, who has been in the tavern for half his life, is not bad, his hearty laughter immediately attracted the applause of a group of adventurers around him, whether he wins or loses, at least Cowell, a person who knows that the other party is a stinger mercenary group, still has the courage to call out, this courage is commendable.

"I'll have you looking good later." The strong man bent down and rested his arm on the table.

"Come on!" Colwell rolled up his oil-stained sleeves with his mouth, revealing his still strong arms, and reached out to shake the strong man's hand.

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