When the Hong bell rang at Sishi, that is, around nine or ten o'clock, three old men wearing white robes and looking immortal stepped onto the high platform.
Ye Qingluo didn't understand.
Why do these authoritative elders like to wear white robes, fluttering skirts, and uniform attire with long gray hair
Could it be...
Just to look daft and immortal
Just surround yourself to show your connotation
The three old men all wore medals representing the elders of the Mercenary Union on their chests.
All the mercenary groups stood up and saluted the three old men.
After the three old men were seated, they rang the bell one after another.
About half a stick of incense was knocked on, and everyone felt their ears buzzing before they stopped.
Immediately, one of the old men stood up, amplified his voice with profound energy, and slowly spread it into the air.
After the unchanging opening remarks, it slowly entered the topic.
Another elder stood up and began to prepare for the release of random tasks.
He walked to the front of the high platform, rolled up his sleeves, and saw a pile of huge wooden signs hanging on his wrist.
The wooden signs were densely packed, about the size of two fingers, and there were at least two hundred pieces.
The elder glanced down: "This is the number plate drawn by the random mission. Each mercenary group can only get one number plate. If you take more, the right to participate will be canceled on the spot!"
"So, I will give you ten counting time, discuss it, and send someone out to get the number plate!"
After a pause, countless mercenary union workers around shouted in unison: "One! Two! Three!"
More than two hundred mercenary regiments quickly pushed out people they trusted, or they went in person.
Ye Qingluo let Zhao Bo go directly.
As soon as the tenth number stopped, the elder by the side of the high platform flipped his sleeves vigorously.
With more than 200 number plates in his hand, he sprinkled them to the positions of the mercenary groups below like a goddess scattering flowers.
Immediately, countless mercenaries jumped up, reached out to grab a number plate, and returned to their team range.
But in a moment, all the wooden signs were snatched up.
Zhao Bo returned to his seat and sat down, and handed the number plate to Long Yunzhan.
Ye Qingluo glanced at the number at the back, the number is very funny: two hundred and thirty-eight.
Zhao Bo bowed his head guiltily: "I'm sorry..."
"There's nothing to be sorry about. The task is random. If you draw early and draw late, the task is still random. There is no difference." Ye Qingluo disagreed.
"But… "
"There is nothing wrong with it. With a team of two hundred or so, at most it will be the end of the day." That is, one or two o'clock in the afternoon, "We just need to recharge our batteries and take a good rest."
These mercenary regiments, even if they are the first ones to be drawn, 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.
Therefore, it made no difference to Ye Qingluo whether the number plate was on the front or on the back.
…
In the middle back of the mercenary workshop, a beautifully dressed woman gently pulled the hands of the people around her, frowning slightly: "Just now... I seem to see... Zhao Bo?"
The man holding the number plate and cursing secretly raised his head and frowned: "That traitor Zhao Bo is here too? Good! Very good! You betrayed the Canglong Mercenary Group, and dare to appear in such a place!"
The woman snorted softly: "Let you keep an eye on him. If you don't believe it, you let Zhao Bo take away so many members, and you lost a lot!"
The man's eyes shot fiercely: "After the task is drawn, I will make him pay back all the losses!"
These two people are none other than the Canglong mercenary group, Ji Cangtian, and Lan Lingnuo who had clashed with Ye Qingluo and others in the World of Warcraft Forest last month.