The pub was packed with human soldiers. Strong and hard liquors were always the warriors' best friend after all.
"Dore, I had killed two dark ones and seventy spider Zergs!"
"Yeah, right. You think I believe that?"
"Haha…How many did you kill?"
"Our team had gotten a thousand primitives, and twenty-eight dark ones. I have killed three dark ones, one more than you."
"Oh crap! Haha!"
"Only three dark ones? My captain had killed eight!"
"Yeah, yeah. You are from Zambrotta's elite unit. Why don't you compare with some other elite units?"
"Yea, that's right!"
"Bah, whatever! Let's drink up!"
