Mithril Throne of Forgotten Realms

Compared with summer, the brightness of the stars and the moon in the sky at this time is significantly lower, and the entire sky looks abnormally dark, and only a few stars can be seen, but under the sky, the earth that should have been dark But it was brightly lit.

A camp with a rather large area was built at the bottom of a gentle slope, but even though the howling north wind slowed down the speed of the gallop here, the bonfires in the camp were still blown by the north wind, and they all moved towards The south side is tilted at an angle.

Judging from the number of tents in the camp, there should be no less than 50 players in this camp.Three patrol teams composed of rangers and warriors kept shuttling inside and outside the camp, guarding the safety of this temporary foothold.

And beside the hottest bonfire in the center of the camp, several players with outstanding equipment and momentum were sitting side by side, tasting the steaming hot broth.The leader among the second-level people is the human monk who once appeared in the alpine centaur camp!

The human monk still wore the same cloth robe, and the expression on the face of Guozi was a little dignified. The broth in the wooden bowl in his hand was steaming, but it seemed that he couldn't whet the appetite of the monk player.

"Boss, don't worry about it." Seeing that the monk seemed to be concentrating on something, the teammate next to him persuaded him, "We can increase our prestige a lot after completing this task, and we can try it later. , maybe it will be done~"

The monk just shook his head, then put his hands around the wooden bowl to keep warm, and said with a smile: "How can it be so simple? In my opinion, the most valuable thing in this centaur camp is probably this kind of mysterious seal carving technique. The scroll. This kind of thing is rare and hard to find. If we miss this opportunity, we can only go to the Ennook Desert and look for it in the desert centaur tribe."

After hearing this, the players around were all silent, but no one was discouraged—the rewards from this mission were enough to offset any effort, so what is a mere trip of thousands of miles?

At this moment, two figures came in at the entrance to the north of the camp, and quickly came to the campfire. The leader was the human warrior Gao Shan Liushui that Fang Yi never forgot.

"Damn it. I'm so mad!" Gao Shan Liushui sat down beside the monk.He snatched the wooden bowl from the monk's hand, drank the broth in a few sips, and stuck out his tongue when he finished, "I'm going... the chef in our group is lazy. There is no progress in art at all!"

"Then you still finished my drink?" The human monk glared at Gao Shan Liushui.Then he stood up and took another bowl from the iron pot on the campfire. "Our chef's cooking skills are already at level 7, and it's very difficult to go up any further. This kind of broth that speeds up physical recovery is generally not good enough to drink? What's wrong?"

"Hey." When Gao Shan Liushui mentioned this, his eyes immediately began to light up, "Don't tell me, that girl just now is really on point..."

Listening to the endless description of the high mountains and flowing waters, and the elf priestess describing the appearance that is rare in the sky and hard to find in the ground, several players around are a little eager to try, but the human monk called Lao Gun just curls his lips and doesn't think so. Get involved in the discussion.

"...but that cube killed two of us, and we must avenge it! Tonight, you form a six-member team..."

"What did you say? Cubes?"

Gaoshan Liushui was talking about it, but Lao Gun, who had been drinking soup with his head down, suddenly raised his head, squinted at the human warrior, and asked again: "Square, round, square, block, block, are you sure?"

Gao Shan Liushui was startled by Lao Gun's serious expression, and nodded after two seconds of reaction, "Yes, that's him. Isn't he quite famous in the Dragon Coast recently? I heard that he still has an orange outfit on him, tonight... "

"Don't do anything tonight," Lao Gun put the wooden bowl on the ground, raised his butt from the stone and stood up, "I'll go find him."

"But……"

"It's nothing!" Lao Gun turned his head to look at Gaoshan Liushui, and stared at the unwilling human warrior, and then said in a deep voice, "You are just going to die."

"I don't believe that more than 30 people can do what he can do together..." Gao Shan Liushui's eyes flickered, and he threw the wooden bowl in his hand on the ground, turned his head and walked back to his tent.Lao Gun didn't say anything more, but called the follower mage next to Gao Shan Liushui and asked where Fang Yi camped.

***

The "big camp" mentioned by Gaoshan Liushui is easy to find. It is the only place in the dark night sky that is illuminated by countless bonfires and torches. It is difficult to miss it.But Fang Yi only wandered around the camp, and before he had time to make a move, he unexpectedly received a message from a mulberry picker.

The other party actually sent a private message to the mulberry picker, saying that he was going to the camp to meet Fang Fang alone.

Fang Yixin said that this is really strange, come to me alone?Before leaving the camp, Fang Yi asked Ji Feng to hide in the wild with the mulberry pickers, in order to prevent being attacked by counterattacks. Unexpectedly, these guys knew the mulberry pickers and sent a message directly?

So while rushing back, Fang Yi understood the reason while listening to the explanation of the mulberry picker.

It turned out that the player who contacted the mulberry pickers was called "Rolling Old Man", and he was the head of a treasure troupe. The strongest small group is not an exaggeration.

This rolling old man is a veritable game master, but he is a bit gloomy, a bit mean that he will use the means for the purpose.The Taohuawu Guild has cooperated with him several times, so the mulberry pickers are no strangers to him.

The hypocritical Gaoshan Liushui just now is his subordinate, and the mulberry pickers don't know how he knows the id of Cube, and they are sure that Fang Yi is here.

"The rolling old man...why does it sound so familiar?" Fang Yi was sure that he had heard a similar name before, but he couldn't remember it when the words came to his lips, so he asked the mulberry picker through the intercom: "What? Occupation, what characteristics?"

"He's a monk," the mulberry picker immediately told Fang Yi what he knew. Call him old..."

"What? Get lost?"

Hearing this, Fang Yi's mind suddenly brightened, and he immediately remembered why this guy sounded so familiar: "This shit, is it that old man!?"

***

Looking at the monk standing opposite, Fang Yi's eyes couldn't help but twitch: It's really that old roll...

"Fang Fang, I haven't seen you for a long time. Is everything ok?" Lao Gun raised the corner of his mouth and showed a half-hearted smile at Fang Yi: "I never thought you would really change to playing thief."

"Don't be polite, I'm getting goosebumps," Fang Yi touched his arms exaggeratedly, had a big cold war, then looked at the other party with a smile and said, "But the word fate is really hard to say~"

Lao Gun nodded approvingly, his fists wrapped in pale golden gauntlets were tightly clenched, and they clashed with each other in front of his chest, making a dull sound of "bang bang!", "I have two Questions, first, are you selling the taming scrolls in Broken Ridge? Second, are you pre-ordering the scrolls of seal carving secret skills of the alpine centaur tribe?"

"How do you know so much about other people's private life?" Fang Yi's heart moved, but there was no change on his face. He shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "But I regret to tell you that the answers to these two questions are both definitely."

Hearing Fang Yi's affirmative answer, Lao Gun's beast-like eyes under those two thick eyebrows narrowed, and without further ado, he pulled out a scroll from his backpack and patted it on his body. A little bit of green light rose.

"If you beat me, I won't waste any more time. I can give up this quest line, and I won't bother you to continue the quest in the future," Lao Gun said while reaching out his hand and making a strange movement. Is casting some kind of buff magic, "how?"

"Damn it, are you sick?"

Seeing the fighting spirit of the human monk, Fang Yi felt dizzy for a while, pointed at Lao Gun's nose and cursed: "I have already completed the mission of the Centaur Tribe. You definitely won’t be able to get the scroll. What does it matter if we win or lose? Do you expect me to give you the mission if I lose? I think you are the same as before, you just want to find your opponent to pk! ?”

"Hehe, you're smart, that's what I mean," at this time Lao Gun was fully ready for battle, he jumped a few times flexibly on the spot, and punched a few times in the air, causing gusts of wind: "However, you If you don’t duel with me, don’t let monsters harass you in the future, as well as this delicate elf girl beside you.”

……

The mulberry pickers, who were standing tens of feet away, looked at this scene and couldn't help being a little dazed, wondering which part of the song this is from, could it be that these two people knew each other before?Looking at Fang Yi's appearance, it seems that he attaches great importance to this old roll, otherwise he would have done it long ago.

Ms. Cai Sang guessed right, this Lao Gun is indeed Fang Yi's old acquaintance.Not only that, but in China's professional circle, the ID "Lao Gun" is also very famous, among the first-line players, he belongs to the top ranking fierce man!

In some respects, Lao Gun and Fang Yi are actually very similar - they both have extremely rich game experience, are obscene enough, use any means to achieve their goals, and both had some not-so-reputable behaviors in the game when they were young.However, in Fang Yi's view, Lao Gun is too utilitarian and has no principles in his actions. There have been many conflicts in previous games, and there have been victories and losses.

In short, the relationship between the two is definitely an enemy rather than a friend. (To be continued..)