Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 763: Zhao Bo, betrayer?

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At the time when the Hong Bell rang, which was about nine or ten o'clock, three old men in white robes, who looked like celestial spirits, walked up to the high platform.

Ye Qingluo didn't understand.

Why do these authoritative elders like a uniform dress with white robe, fluttering robes, and gray hair?

Could it be...

Just to look like a bonkers?

Just show your connotation?

The three elders have medals representing the elders of the mercenary union on their chests.

All the mercenaries stood up and saluted the three elders.

After the three elders took their seats, they rang Hong Zhong one after another.

About half of the time when everyone felt their ears were humming, they stopped.

Immediately, one of the elders stood up, amplified his own voice with profound energy, and slowly burst into the air.

After the unchanging opening remarks, I slowly moved on to the topic.

Another elder got up and began to prepare for the release of a random mission.

He walked to the front of the high platform, flipped his sleeves, and saw a large pile of wooden plaques hanging from his wrist.

The wooden signs are about the size of two fingers, and they are densely packed. To say nothing, there are about two hundred pieces.

The elder glanced down below: "This is the number plate drawn for random missions. Each mercenary group can only get one number plate. If you get more, the right to participate will be cancelled on the spot!"

"So, give you time to count ten, discuss it, and send someone out to get the number plate!"

After a speech, countless mercenary union workers all around shouted in unison: "One! Two! Three!"

More than two hundred mercenary groups, quickly launched people they trusted, or personally.

Ye Qingluo directly let Zhao Bo go.

As soon as the tenth number stopped, the elder at the front of the platform turned his sleeves vigorously.

He took more than two hundred number plates in his hand, like a goddess scattered flowers, and sprinkled them to the position of the mercenary group below.

Immediately, countless mercenaries jumped up, reached out to grab a number plate, and returned to their team.

In a moment, all the wooden plaques were grabbed.

Zhao Bo returned to his seat and sat down and handed the number plate to Long Yunzhan.

Ye Qingluo glanced at the back of the number, the number is very funny: two hundred and thirty-eight.

Zhao Bo lowered his head guiltily: "I'm sorry..."

"What's wrong with this, the tasks are random, early and late, the tasks are also random, no difference." Ye Qingluo disapproved.

"But..."

"There is nothing but impossibility. Two hundred teams, at most, it's too late." That is, one or two in the afternoon, "We just need to recharge and take a good rest."

These mercenary groups, even if they are the first to draw, they have to sit here and wait until the random missions are released before they can act collectively.

This is also to ensure that everyone’s starting point is the same.

So, whether the number plate is forward or backward, it makes no difference to Ye Qingluo.

……

In the middle of the mercenary union field, a pretty woman dressed up gently pulled the hands of the people around her, frowning slightly: "Just...I seemed to see...Zhao Bo?"

The man who was holding the number plate cursing secretly raised his head and raised his eyebrows: "The traitor Zhao Bo is here too? Good! Good! Betrayed the Blue Dragon Mercenary Corps, and dare to appear in such a place. !"

The woman snorted softly: "Let you watch him jail, you must not believe it, and let Zhao Bo take away so many members and lose a lot!"

The man's eyes shot fiercely: "After the task is drawn, I will let him repay all losses!"

These two people are not others. They are the Canglong Mercenary Corps, Ji Cangtian, and Lan Lingnuo who clashed with Ye Qingluo and others in the Warcraft Forest last month.