Chapter 748: Zhao Bo, the traitor?
Chapter 748 Zhao Bo, the traitor?
When the Hongkong sound of the time was ringing, that is, around nine or ten o'clock, I saw three old men wearing white robes and looking like a fairy, and embarked on a high platform.
It’s hard to understand the night.
Why do these authoritative elders like to wear a white robe, fluttering clothes, and a uniform dress with long hair?
Is it...
Just to look like a sacred wind?
Show your own connotation?
The three old men were hung with medals representing the elders of the mercenary union.
All mercenary groups stood up and saluted the three old men.
After the three old men were seated, they stopped one after another and sounded Hong Zhong.
When Momo knocked on the semi-column, everyone felt that his ears were a little buzzing and stopped.
Immediately, one of the old men stood up and expanded his voice with Xuanqi, slowly opening in the air.
After a constant opening remark, I slowly entered the topic.
Another elder got up and began preparing for the release of random tasks.
He walked to the front of the high platform, and when his sleeves turned over, he saw a pile of big wooden cards hanging from his wrist.
The wooden sign, the size of a piece of two fingers, is dense, and there are two hundred pieces.
The elders’ eyes swept below: “This is the number plate drawn by the random task. Each mercenary group can only take one number plate. If it is more, it will cancel the participation right on the spot!”
"So, give you ten hours, discuss it, send someone out to get the number plate!"
A voice, a countless number of mercenary trade union staff, screamed in unison: "One! Two! Three!"
More than two hundred mercenary groups quickly launched their trusted people, or personally.
The night fell and let Zhao Bo go directly.
The tenth number of sounds stopped, and the elders on the front of the high platform, the sleeves were forced to flip.
In the hands of more than two hundred number plates, such as the goddess scattered flowers, sprinkled to the position of the mercenary group below.
On time, countless mercenaries jumped up and grabbed a number plate and returned to their team.
But for a moment, all the wooden cards were robbed.
Zhao Bo returned to the position and sat down and handed the number plate to Long Yun Zhan.
The night was clear and the number was behind, the number was very funny: 238.
Zhao Bo's low head: "I'm sorry..."
"There is nothing to be sorry about, the task is random, pumping early and late, the task is still random, no difference." Night clear does not agree.
"but……"
"There is nothing that can't be, two hundred teams, at most, it will not be there." That is, one or two in the afternoon, "we only need to recharge our batteries and take a rest."
These mercenary groups, even if they are the first ones, have to sit here and wait until the random task is released before they can act collectively.
This is also to ensure that everyone's starting point is the same.
Therefore, there is no difference between the number plate and the back.
......
In the middle of the mercenary trade union field, a pretty dressed woman gently pulled the hand of the person around her, slightly frowning: "Just... I seem to see... Zhao Bo?"
The man who was holding the number plate and slammed his head and raised his brow: "Zhao Bo, the traitor also came? Good! Very good! Betrayed the Canglong Mercenary, and dared to appear in this place!"
The woman snorted: "Let you look at him, you don't believe it, let Zhao Bo take so many members, and lost a lot!"
The man’s eyes are stunned: “After the task is exhausted, I will let him pay back all the losses!”
These two people are not others. It was the Canglong Mercenary Corps, which was in the Warcraft Forest last month, who was in conflict with the night and other people, Ji Cangtian, and Lan Lingnuo.
(End of this chapter)
