As if in response to the call of their union president, all the distinguished players in the Xuanjia Camp roared:

"As brothers, come to Xuanjia Camp."

"No matter the wind or rain, Xuanjia Camp is waiting for you!"

The player "Call me Alin" clenched a fist with one hand and raised it above his head, roaring loudly:

"Brothers! Our slogan is!"

"muscle training!"

The players of Xuanjia Camp held hands.

Full of love.

"Brother Leisure, did you hear that?"

The player "Call me Alin" looked at Leisure for a moment with an affectionate look on his face, and in his eyes was a glimmer of starlight in despair.

It's like the moment when the equipment is strengthened and scrapped.

That faint light.

"A woman will make you cry late at night, and money will make your wallet worthless."

"The lottery will make your family collapse, and the strengthening will make you exhausted mentally and physically."

"After all, it's just a foreign object, so why don't you work out with me?"

For a moment, the corner of Lei Xian's mouth twitched slightly.

He probably knows what's going on with the players in Xuanjia Camp. Looking at these IDs, they all seem familiar.

Countless miserable days and nights.

It was they who sat at the door of the castle's back garden, holding their broken equipment and crying bitterly. They used their miserable looks to alert other players.

Don’t be a gambling dog!

After a leisurely moment, I suddenly felt that my tired body was suddenly full of strength.

There seemed to be no need to further strengthen his muscles, so he simply refused the invitation to "call me Alin".

"What, I'm sorry."

"I'm already planning to change my job to Feilong this week. If Feilong is a Feilong, just join the Blue Dragon Club. Forget about your fitness club."

For a moment, Youyou felt that the reason for his refusal was very sufficient, and it was also very tactful.

However, the president of Xuanjia Camp, "Call me A-Lin", didn't think so.

"Brother Youxian, you're in trouble, huh huh huh~"

"Call me Alin" spread out his strong arms, the muscles on his shoulders were intertwined with each other, and a vague word "cai" was raised.

"Everything in the world can exercise, so what's wrong with flying dragons, ohyeah♂"

"If you ask me, huh huh huh~, even a dog, a rabbit, or a chicken can have strong muscles as long as they have a dream."

"Look at my brothers in the union, how happy they are~"

After a leisurely moment, I turned around and saw that the players in the Xuanjia Camp were indeed quite happy. They were holding hands with excited smiles on their faces.

The brotherly bond becomes intense while running.

I don't know why, but for a leisurely moment I smelled the scent of chrysanthemums.

"It doesn't matter, it's better to forget it."

"Come on you guys!"

After a leisurely moment, I was encouraged to call me Alin.

Then he quickly ran away from the strange trade union president who called me A-Lin, leaving only A-Lin with a plaintive look on his face.

Xiwei is a qualified king after all.

How could he just enjoy himself on the road? He is not that kind of person.

He wasn't exactly enjoying himself lying on Kang Nai's body.

Although Kangnai opened the constant temperature wind shield for him.

Although Ruoyi's fair thighs behind her were fragrant, elastic and soft.

Although the honey-made biscuits Luoli fed him were delicious.

But Xiwei swears.

He still allocated 0.1 points of his thoughts to the players.

Just like a moment of leisurely conversation with calling me Alin.

"System, can players improve their physical attributes through exercise?"

[Ding! Of course you can, but the system has not recorded this kind of data. After all, in the eyes of the system, the possibility that the player will exercise is too low]

【Unless stimulated】

Xi Weixin said that he was just stimulated. Before he released the version announcement, the equipment of those players had exploded.

Some big guys who originally had a 5, but because they had a lot of materials, they went to Kangnai to gamble.

Good guy.

Instantly return to before liberation.

When he thought of this, Xiwei couldn't help but move a handful of Kang Nai's soft scales.

Only the place where he lay was soft.

This is what Kangnai did intentionally.

"Uh-huh, dear, I hate it~"

Kangnai's sweet voice sounded in Xiwei's heart, like a feather sweeping back and forth, itching.

"Oh, you stupid dragon."

Xiwei was unmoved and even moved a few more times.

"Dad, a swift pigeon is coming~"

Kangnai saw a few swift pigeons hovering outside the wind shield and knew it was an important matter, so he didn't act naughty at this time and immediately let these little guys in.

Gugu flew to the King of Winter in confusion, his green bean-sized eyes looking at the other swift pigeons with some doubts.

Isn’t it the only owner of a swift pigeon?

Why are there so many swift pigeons here?

Maybe, they flew from somewhere else?

Gugu didn't understand.

As a tameable second-level flying monster, it has limited intelligence and can only recognize some simple things. For example, the man in front of it called the Winter King is one of its favorite humans.

Xiwei took off the copper pipes tied to Xun Ge's feet one by one, and couldn't help but feel a little sad.

The southern continent has already been covered with magic net.

There are magic teleportation arrays everywhere, and now the Winter Kingdom still relies on swift pigeons for communication.

It is simply the difference between a beggar and a king.

But there is no way around it.

The Northern Continent is rich in knights but lacks mages.

In the past, it was called a barbarian land by the countries in the Southern Continent. This kind of thing has been going on for seven or eight centuries.

Over time.

In order not to be called a barbarian mage.

Also in order to obtain better development opportunities, more and more talented mages born in the Northern Continent have gone to live in the Southern Continent.

The information in these copper tubes is the same.

Irons was as cautious as ever.

The contents of the parchment were not only completely scrambled, but also encrypted with special characters. Only he and Clemon could understand them in the entire Winter Country.

"The third prince of the Orc King's Court, Perlo Dreadhammer. He is 1.74 meters tall and weighs 73 kilograms. His weapon is a master-level machete... He likes to lick feet and write poems??

"emmm..."

Xiwei frowned.

Discovering this is not easy.

What kind of weird hobby is this?

If he didn't completely trust Aarons in his heart, he would even think that this information was wrong.

"I have 531 desert flying dragons under my command. The color is earthy yellow, so I hope that your majesty will also disguise the flying dragons under his command in this color to avoid being fooled... um..."

This is easy to say, just let the players go roll around in the swamp when the time comes.

He had seen the map before.

The junction of the Orc Royal Court and the Andorra border, near the Sorundo Mountains.

There is indeed a small oasis.

You should be able to find swampland there, but even if you don't, you can just roll into the mire.

Xiwei then looked down.

"There are 31,478 kobolds in the legion, of which 8,563 are female kobolds and 457 are cubs."

"Weapons are generally worn-out long swords, knives and sticks, etc. They wear leather armor. They like to lick their feet and pick their buttocks. Some of them even like to throw shit???"

See here.

Xiwei covered her face in grief.

Thank you so much Ellens.

He didn't need to think about it to guess how broken and tormented Aarons was during the process of collecting intelligence. The more detailed the information, the more painful it was.

He decided to wait for Irons to return to Winter City.

He must be named a "martyr"!

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Chapter completed!