The night wind blew gently, and the stars in the sky sprinkled down. The rising bonfire illuminated the entire mountain stronghold.
The strong fragrance of wine spread in the air. One by one, the mountain bandits sat on the ground and poured wine from their bowls. The wine spilled all over their clothes, and in the end, it was unknown whether they had drunk too much or spilled too much.
These bandits, who were supposed to be standing at their “Jobs”in fear and waiting for the players to kill them, seemed to have become flesh and blood at this moment. They had their own emotions and emotions. Every one of them was different.
Instead, they were carved out from the same template. They only knew how to foolishly let the players kill them and let the players farm experience points.
The bandits were all boorish men. They would curse whenever they spoke. At this time, the bonfire party was filled with laughter mixed with many dirty jokes and jeers.
