"Still slow? I've already teleported all the way, right? This damn game setting is too troublesome. There is no direct teleportation service between long-distance cities. If you want to travel across super long distances, you have to stop at one stop."
It only takes one stop to walk.
If that incident hadn't happened suddenly, I would still be chatting in the carriage with my men. Why would I spend so much money to teleport all the way?" When the archer next to him said this, the soldier also became angry and breathed a sigh of relief.
He drank his own large glass of malt wine on the table in front of him, and then complained in a low voice.
"So, your people haven't arrived yet? How long will it take?"
"It will take another six or seven hours, and it will be evening by then. However, I have already ordered everyone to log off. It will not delay the time to go online. It's just that we have to go online at night. I am a little uncomfortable. I don't know.
Will you be able to cope with emergencies when the time comes?" As if thinking of the pressure from public opinion that the Ghost Clan was currently facing, the soldier frowned somewhat unhappily.
"Hey~ What can we do? The people over there from the elves are going crazy. They have been given orders from above. Naturally, we can only rush to the front line. If things go wrong, they will not care about our difficulties. They will only give us a look.
Look, if you ask me, those people are also pig-headed
The more than 100,000 people we have now are clearly just outposts, and there are still many people gathered behind to kill them. With our little strength, how can we 'solve' them? If we don't get resolved, thank God we will stop them.
.... If he can block his grandmother's ball, they should block it themselves." The archer seemed to have something to hide. When he heard what the soldier said, he immediately launched a series of complaints.
"So, in order to stop those madmen this time, the people above have discussed it, and all parties are working together. We must give those bastards a hard blow at the border to let them know that the ghost tribe is not a place where they can act casually~
But the above is true. A few of them made an appointment to sit down and have a drink together to finalize a method, and then let us work hard for a long time, talking about cooperation. Both sides are fighting wolves with straw, how can we cooperate...
By the way, it's not surprising that the big golden retriever is here, why is it that little Japan is getting involved too?" As he said this, the tall warrior player glanced at the few Asian players sitting aside muttering.
Judging from facial features alone, the difference between Japanese and Chinese is really not that big, especially after being modified by game art and racial characteristics, the two types of people are even more difficult to distinguish ~ But it is obvious that warrior players
There must have been a lot of communication with Japanese people in the game. Maybe there were people at the table opposite him who he knew. Although he couldn't hear what they were talking about specifically, he insisted that the people at that table were all Japanese.
