Bishop on the run from the Ark, but the Fourth Scourge

The Sarkaz mercenary took back the calculator, and the Letanian warlock burst out laughing.

"Hahahahaha, let me tell you! Aren't you about the same? Hahahahaha ouch, ouch, stomach hurts, ouch, um...~~"

"...You guys..."

"Are you all lunatics?! These people will tell their accomplices when they go back! At that time, no one will be alive at that time!!"

The Letanian warlock with the outline of the animal ears protruding from the hood shook his ears, ignoring the man and joked to the mercenary with a smile.

"Are you afraid of death~?"

"I'm not afraid of death. Are you afraid of death?"

"Are you afraid of death and I will become a mercenary~?"

"Being a mercenary is still afraid of death?"

"Damn it! (x2)"

"I just came here to buy wine on the way. My work has nothing to do with this place."

Seeing the thin-faced man's face turning green into a hat, the Sarkaz mercenary said in a low voice, the former was still barking anxiously, while he just quietly finished smoking a cigarette, then, shaking the ashes of his hat, got up and walked out .

"I want to tell you to my boss! Tell you and your team!!! You disgusting demon!! Get out of Columbia!!!"

"...Well, I'm a reasonable person."

The Sarkaz mercenary twisted his neck, turned around and walked back to the thin-faced man, stretched out his hand and spread it on his palm.

"You insult my personality, one personality is 100 yuan, take the money."

"?????????"

"Are you [Colombia swearing] out of your mind?!?! Warlock, Warlock!!!"

"Ah~...a demon guy, starting at 4000 yuan, he is my colleague, so I have to pay more..."

"Did you all fall into Qian's eyes!!!"

Sarkaz, whose body was so muscular that it exploded, looked down on Zarak, who was skinny and slender.The mercenary said calmly, thinking about his hands.

"Is it free to pay?"

"...I, I, I, I want to!!"

Peng Dong (Crit Attack)! ! ! ! !

"Okay, now you're free."

"Oh...~"

Warlock Letania smacked his tongue at the thin-faced man who was punched into the wall with gold stars.

"Who is not good to provoke~...you must provoke the red label...~It's not a loss...you are a rat who can only do dirty work~"

The Sarkaz mercenary didn't answer, he picked up the whole keg of self-brewed beer in the corner of the living room, and pushed open the backyard door.

He collided head-on with two little players, Angel D2 and Flin Sandstorm, who had just climbed into the back wall and landed.

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Volume [-] Columbia Chapter: Leave Note——qwq

xw xBecause something happened to the author and he was going to do something in the city, so he couldn't touch the computer or mobile phone for a long time.So I will stop updating for one day today, hope for your understanding. (By the way, let me sort out the outline)

(whispers) Actually, it was mentioned at the end of last night's update, but after thinking about it, it's better to post it separately.

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Volume [-] Columbia Chapter: Chapter [-] But, you have to pay more

What the hell are these three NPCs? ?

"D2, could it be a strange meow that was spawned?"

Sandstorm closed the translator and elbowed D2.

"Like it? How do I feel that this is not a hostile target?"

"Hiss... That's right, meow, except for the ugly one in the middle who deserves a beating, everyone else is fine."

The two little players conspired loudly, while the three on the opposite side, the thin-faced man with a disheveled face who had just climbed out of the wall, was jumping anxiously at the moment.

"You two guys! Get rid of them! They're all running in our faces now!!!"

"Huh... I really hate Sakota..."

"me too."

The Sarkaz mercenaries snapped their fingers, and several red-labeled mercenaries emerged from the darkness, surrounding the two small players on the left and right.Seeing this, the thin-faced man became even more agitated.

"Then what are you waiting for?! Kill them quickly!!"

"But...~"

Warlock Letania smiled contemptuously, and Sarkaz Red Label added.

"Mercenaries can't substitute personal preferences into work."

"........."

"Are you 'Colombian swearing' kidding me? ? ? "

"~We are all very able to distinguish between professional workshops and personal private lives~"

"You are mercenaries! You, it is necessary to do this, ah! Crazy!!"

The thin-faced man broke down and yelled, Warlock Letania looked at him like he was looking at a funny clown, his smile was even worse,

"Hey...mercenary, do you think if we put our personal preferences into work, then..."

"I dislike him."

"Yes, I—also, know everything."

Neither of them had finished the sentence, but they were only a fingernail away from the picture.

The surrounding red-labeled players also turned their gazes, and in the eyeholes of the helmets that resembled bowling balls, the suppressed emotions and will faintly overflowed...

The murderous gaze caused the temperature of the air to drop a lot,

Unaware that the two young players who were surrounded rubbed their wrists coldly,

"Hey, why is it so cold all of a sudden?"

"Maybe it's an illusion? Why did that thin-faced NPC sit on the ground by himself?"

"do not know……"

Sandstorm fastened the buttons of his cuffs, raised his cat ears, and looked around.

"Why do these NPCs put bowling balls on their heads?"

"The unique functional aesthetics of this land... right, it looks like these are neutral yellow-named NPCs?"

In order to facilitate players to distinguish the NPC camps in the game, game manufacturers usually mark the names of NPCs in different colors in the game. Red is hostile, yellow is neutral, and blue and green are friendly.

Maybe Terra has a similar setting?

"But I didn't see the name, meow?"

Because it is a hardcore real game, the official color name is not displayed in order to prevent players from taking advantage of it for nothing?Need to rely on the player to judge for themselves according to the situation?

The two reached a consensus,

"What shall we do now, meow?"

"retreat?"

"Such yellow-named NPCs may have a territorial concept. If we go further, they may become red-named..."

What Sister Lilia announced to herself was "Sneak into the backyard to explore", which is obviously a sneak mission.

As soon as I went in, I was seen by a group of people... Can I still sneak in normally?

You can't enter the closet face to face, can you?

The NPCs of "Terra Land" are not stupid.

So what to do?

Withdraw.

In front of everyone, the two little players began to crawl backward slowly...

The thin-faced man was in a hurry, but because of his guts, even if none of the warlocks and mercenaries stopped him, he didn't dare to step forward to stop the player from fighting him.

"You, you let them go! Aren't you afraid that they will take revenge?!"

"At that time, if things here are revealed! None of you can escape!!!"

"Ah... what are you talking about...~?"

The multiple fox tails under Letania's warlock cloak nonchalantly twisted, and the warlock squinted at the man, spreading his hands leisurely.

"...Mercenary~? We've been here before~...?"

"No, absolutely not."

"Look...~~and...~"

"Whether you die or not has nothing to do with us?"

Warlock turned his head coldly,

"Does your employer think your life is precious?"

"Golden expensive?? Ha! Are you very noble?! Are you very golden?!"

The corners of the lips under the cloak rose again, and the narrow shoulders trembled, touching Sarkaz's red-labeled shoulder.

"Mercenary~ Have you ever helped a trafficker?"

"Never, but sold."

"Hmph, coincidentally, how much is your bounty~?"

"The price of Rutland is 85, and the price of Victoria is 70. After the procedure is over, the conservative market price is estimated to be about 60."

"Ha... My Letania is priced at 75... What about him~?"

The two looked at the thin-faced man at the same time, and turned their heads away at the same time. The warlock couldn't help laughing, and the mercenary was calm.

"Not popular, no rewards."

"Haha~~Of course... Even a few volunteers are afraid~ I don't know how many bad things I have done..."

The two little players fled over the wall, and in front of the man, his face turned into a shepherd's liver,

In the end, he had to stomp his feet and curse loudly, implying the meaning of incompetent rage and mediocrity, and jumped onto the paper.

"Ah...Let's go——I don't want to stay in this place for a moment."

Warlock Letania yelled at the head and left, Sarkaz Red Label and the Red Label mercenaries followed behind, quickly retreated in disgust, like avoiding a biogas pool, and disappeared at the end of the street in the blink of an eye.

"A group of cattle that only recognize money...ah!!"

Peng!

The thin-faced man roared and slammed the door, and the back that was blasted by Joseph was still hot, which made him even more angry.

Isn't it just knowing the origin stone skills and martial arts?What a big deal!I can earn more than you guys even if I have a relationship with the boss for a month without dancing with the tip of a knife! !Those filthy beasts, yuck!It's disgusting!Self-proclaimed rubbish! ! ! !