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[Text] Chapter 357 The Mysterious nv Son

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"Brother Ron, come here ..." Raindrop waved his hand, screaming.

In the land of the orcs and the golden capital, a two-story mansion with a courtyard stands there, which is a special privilege for Ron as the gold family of the orc empire.

Although Ron is not short of money, he ca n’t refuse anything that he brought with mén. No matter where Ron himself needs a place, he ca n’t stay in a hotel all his life, so accept it.

With money, he went to the mansion and was accompanied by several shinvs like huāyu. Ron was beyond the noble words he thought.

However, he didn't feel happy at all. Instead, he felt distressed. The thing that disturbed him most was the endless entertainment of the orc royal family, attending various banquets.

Orc wine is also a day of xing. He must drink every banquet. Now he comes back drunk and smokes almost every day. This is true for more than ten days, and he has no time to practice himself.

No, now it's time to entertain again.

In the large and luxurious room, besides the rain, Moran and Basara are here, they are busy helping Ron change clothes.

Ron protested dissatisfiedly at this time, "I don't need to change my clothes, I just wore it when I went to the banquet today, now I have to change it again?"

At the moment, Ron was wearing a large white robe with various singular huān patterns painted on the robe, and a máo velvet collar on his shoulder. According to this, it is a precious traditional costume among the orcs. It's like an orc in the distance, but with his thin face and the thin figure of human beings, this robe looks extraordinary on him.

"Of course it is important. The host of the banquet tonight is the lord of the Orc Emperor's side-the old marshal of the style of war, with a lofty position and heavy power. Although he has retreated, he is stomping in the orc empire. People who are all earthquakes will have a lot of politicians present at that time.

Moran chatteringly emphasized the serious xing of the banquet while helping Ron organize this complex dress and various accessories carefully.

After the Shaoqiang game, Moran did not return to the thorn huā tribe temporarily, but came down from the mansion of Ron, who was known to take care of his life. In essence, he took him around for entertainment and knew some of the orc empire. Powerful figures have to have Moran Daming's natural talents. Her energy in the aristocratic circle of the imperial capital is still very large. Other common gold families, the beast emperor Saraméng also gave her a few points.

Ron could only sigh faintly, no matter what. In fact, he did n’t like this kind of work very much, he did n’t drink too much, and he hated socializing more. If he could make an appointment, he would rather practice quietly in the wild by himself. Be bitter, but you can exercise your mind.

Unlike the clothing of the orcs and civilians, this traditional costume of the Golden Family is extremely complicated and difficult to wear. The three of them have been non-existent for a long time, and Ron, Basara and Yudui almost bowed and smiled in traditional clothes.

Moran tilted his head and looked carefully for a while, then smiled with satisfaction, "Oh, this is almost the same! How handsome ..."

He took Ron's hand and turned around. With a helpless look on his face, Ron couldn't help laughing.

"Nong, let's go!" Ron was speechless and sighed, thinking that he would be drunk and drunk today, and he should drink less.

Ron, Moran, Basara and Erdian walked downstairs. A carriage was waiting in the courtyard downstairs. The five of them got on the carriage and walked away.

In the spacious hall, a luxurious banquet is being held. The long square tables are filled with food and drinks. Numerous young and beautiful human nvshi people shuttle among them. All the guests are blushing and hot, not lively.

Such banquets were first popular in the human empire and carried forward in the orc empire. The large banquets have become a part of the daily life of the orc high-level. Through the banquets, the purpose of jiāo was achieved.

When Ron, Moran and others were in the banquet hall, many guests had already gathered at the banquet.

Most of them are military politicians, and they are full of the taste of soldiers with one hand and one shot. Compared with the annual team of the human empire, the orc army is much stronger. In the orc empire, the army has a special status.

Basara, Raindrops and Kay also appeared at the banquet as shiers, and they also wore festive costumes. "Is that accurate?" A foreign orc general didn't know Ron and whispered to the others.

"You don't even know him, hehe, he is the champion of the Shaoqiang Tournament, his name is Ron ..." the other person explained.

"The Shaoqiang champion? How is it possible? Isn't the Shaoqiang always the world of Warcraft? How could he be the champion? And still a human?"

"Oh, he is indeed the champion of the Shaoqiang. A lot of powerful World of Warcraft are planted in his hands ..." Another orc grinned.

"That's what it is!" The orc general heard awkwardly.

As soon as Ron and Moran appeared in the banquet hall, they attracted everyone's attention. Compared with the identity of the Golden Family, they were more interested in the identity of the Ron Shaoqiang champion.

"Ron, this is the old veteran marshal of war style ..." Moran smiled and paid a tribute to her. Every move of her was full of elegance. She pulled an old orc to introduce to Ron. .

"Oh, it turns out that you are Ron. When I first met, I was really a young hero. I was able to win the championship of the Shaoqiang Tournament, but I do n’t have a list. The future is unlimited ..." The cup collided with Ron and drank it.

Ron also smiled and drank the wine like the old marshal, and then quietly carried the old marshal. The old marshal's body was straight, and a temperament unique to the iron-blooded soldier radiated from his body.

"The strongest in the Sanctuary?" Ron was shocked, but the old marshal was a deeply hidden character.

Ron doesn't drink enough. A glass of wine goes down. The pale face flushed red.

The commander-in-chief of the battle style was greedy, and he suddenly saw Ron's embarrassment, smiled, and concernedly, "Boy, please eat something later, don't drink so much wine ..."

"Thank you, Marshal!" Ron cast his gaze on the old Marshal of the Battlewind.

The commander-in-chief of the wind laughed, "Young man, don't be so polite, come to my house when you have time ..."

The old marshal issued an invitation, and he was full of appreciation for Ron. He knew that it was not an easy thing for a human to be in the orc hun.

"He is a man of trouble!" Lao Wang Shuai thought.

"Molan nephew nv, you accompany Ron ..." The old marshal smiled heartily. "Most of the people who came today are my old men. My old man is nothing. You let Ron be close to them. But one thing, do n’t let him drink too much ... "

"Yes, Grandpa Zhanfeng ..." Moran smiled sweetly and saluted.

The old warlord Marshal smiled and walked away.

Ron shrugged at this time, "I can't come, I feel out of place with the atmosphere here, I can't even drink wine, honestly, I might as well stay in the house and practice ..."

Moran smiled and said, "@ 黄 小说 /class12/1.html some practice is time, but you are in the orc empire law, some people you have to know, you are holding the title of the young champion, they will give you A little face ... "

After ignoring Ron's protest, he pulled Ron to the other table.

Before they came, a few orc generals had taken them up, and they greeted Moran. There was no way Ron could drink more.

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Compared to the daytime, the night of Zuma City, the imperial capital of the orc empire, seemed a bit yin-sen. Under the dim light, a figure dressed in white walked slowly.

She wore a hood on her head and her entire body was wrapped in clothes, which made her less than her face, but from the figure, it should be a personal nv.

I saw that she slowly walked into a tavern, this is a poor tavern, the dim light reflected the mercenaries drinking red, mixed with turbid and unpleasant smell.

All human mercenaries are present, and noble orcs will not come to such places.

When the nv son walked into the tavern, everyone in the tavern calmed down, and what it meant to appear as a single nv son in the dark night caused confusion that those human mercenaries did not.

Nvzi's graceful figure in front of her eyes, although not clear, but also made some mercenaries feel stupid.

After he walked in, he looked around, hesitated, and walked straight to a group of mercenaries. The group of more than ten mercenaries were all around a table, and they were blushing and hot.

The human nv son came, and those mercenaries were looking at her with unscrupulous eyes, which contained ** luo **.

At this time, a mercenary headed up and smiled, "This beautiful nv, what can I do for you?"

Then she gave up the seat next to her and motioned for her to sit down.

The eyes of the human mercenaries around them all light up, and they take a drink and boldly gaze at the perfect body of the nv son in front of him.

"Inquire about something ..." The nvzi's words were so calm that there was no emotion. "Where is Ron, the champion of the orcs' empire?"

Mercenaries, you and me, you and me, for half a day, three and a half night, this nv son actually wanted to find the young champion Ron, who is she?

When the mercenaries heard it, they suddenly realized that they all knew everything. Then, Ron had been very hot recently, how could he not know the truth.

"Oh, you are looking for him ..." The mercenary headed smiled yinyin authentically, "Oh, Ron won the Shaoqiang Tournament, and was appreciated by His Majesty the Beast Emperor. He is the pride of our humanity ..."

"By ... Your Majesty the Beast Emperor also gave the mansion, yo. Just go west and walk three or four intersections ..."

"Very!" The nv son Shen Yin took a stab in the space bag, and then, a large handful of gold markets sprinkled down on the table "huh lala", and at once slapped the eyes of a group of poor human mercenaries It's straight.

"A little meaning, take it to the bar!" The nvzi threw a cold sentence and turned and walked out of mén.

"This ... this is not a dream ..." The mercenaries stunned with a lot of gold coins in their eyes ...