Chapter 1085: Real old driver

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Dawei hurriedly said: "Mr. Village, it's just a forest dwarf. For the whole underworld, it's a sloppy salary, and I'm ready to integrate all the forces of the Southern Cross Forest!"
Lack of management-oriented npc talents, the opinion given by Ronaldinho was to recommend a kind grandfather to be a candidate. His thoughts instantly reminded the entire Southern Cross Forest.
As the head of a family, Claire may not be such a good leader-type npc, but he definitely has corresponding leadership skills. By the same reasoning, any npc that manages the ethnic group is a certain level of npc talents in management, but it is just a matter of ability. This is especially evident with Hal Set, who is the Grey Elf patriarch living in hell.
No matter how weak, mosquitoes are as small as meat. When the maid's mercenary guild and the good city of Golden Friends are running out of water, are they still qualified to pick and choose?
Take the forest dwarf as an example, there is neither a strong fighting force nor a characteristic element. But in such an insignificant tribe, a village chief is a deputy at the grandmaster level, and there is a production npc with super-combat talent. After the development of the Southern Cross Forest NPC forces, he can definitely solve his urgent needs in the underworld layout.
Although the underworld is large, the Southern Cross forest is not small, and its forces are more complicated. From the beginning, he believed that the greatest value of the Southern Cross Forest was the production of rich materials. After the baptism of the underworld pattern, he found that the npc power was the biggest treasure.
Such as the eight hundred vassals of the underworld, npc forces are far more valuable than how many resources can be developed in their territory.
Robert said: "Mayor of the village, my master is ready to integrate the Southern Cross forest forces. This power will be entrusted to you to lead. This is an opportunity for the development of our forest dwarves!"
"Does the Warrior really think so?" The village chief and grandpa were hesitant.
Dawei immediately cut off: "Of course!"
"I agree!" Said the grandfather of the kind village chief.
Dawei, who was preparing to follow the words of Xiao Luo to the downstream, just wanted to speak, hey? I couldn't make a turn, how did I suddenly agree?
"The system prompts: [Forest Dwarf] The village chief [Claire] releases the system contract to you. Do you agree?"
I rub? Feeling that the steering wheel was gone, and Dawei, who hadn't turned the corner, could not help but applaud: "Yoyo, it's worthy to be the grandpa and grandfather of the kind village. Is this goods digging and waiting for my brother?"
After rejecting it for a long time, he didn't see the rabbit and did not scatter the eagle. This is the village grandpa. In an instant, the past passed by the village chief and grandfather in various ways appeared in his mind one by one. He had not seen it for a long time, and forgot that the village chief was an old driver.
The previous rejection was a way of negotiating for greater interests for the ethnic group.
"Unfortunately, I can't recruit, otherwise I really want to see what kind of attributes Grandpa is, and what special skills are he supposed to have?" He was pleased.
I'm not afraid that the village chief's routine is deep, and the village chief is also an official. The more Claire did, the more reassuring he was. The negotiations were a bit abnormal, but the reason was that he directly promised Lee, without the mood and time to sing and sigh, and slowly attacked, plus his reputation and God's identity.
The purpose of the village chief should be to fight for the interests of the npc camp from the beginning. One is willing to fight, the other is willing to suffer, the interests are out of place, and the data is high enough, and the stalemate is just as bad.
After the integration of the forces in the huge Southern Cross forest map, he must have no time to manage, and must be handed over to npc to take care of it. No doubt, Claire's routine, slippery performance, and kindness camouflage deep Insidious and vicious, it is very suitable to become the helmsman of the Southern Cross.
He signed a system contract released by Grandpa without a word, and he said cheerfully, "Mr. Village Chief, I don't know how do you think the integration of the Southern Cross Forest will proceed?"
In his opinion, it was nothing more than hitting it all the way, pushing the entire forest horizontally, forcibly deterring by force. Holding the forest route map, it was previously impossible to use, but now it has the magic power and is afraid of hair.
The forces in the Southern Cross forest are even stronger, such as the former Black Dragon Legion, the boss of the demi-god topped the sky, but there are only a few demi-gods sitting in the town, and there are clouds in front of his third-level field. However, such a large stand must be handed over to npc, and it is necessary to examine whether npc is really a talent in this area.
Claire smiled kindly: "Warriors, we can form the Southern Cross."
Confederation? He took a deep look at Grandpa, feeling a bit out of control. He didn't know exactly what the federation meant, but it must be similar to the Darkmoon Council he created.
"This is to suppress with one hand, support with one hand, stick sticks in the left hand, and sweet dates in the right hand, so as to be vertical and horizontal." He thought.
Among them, the operating space, warfare and tactics, what Mingxiu boardwalk, what to kill chickens and monkeys, etc., his routine playing in the underworld is basically covered by Claire in a sentence. He considered himself the peak of IQ, but he came up with a series of operations to create the Darkmoon Council. The old village chief gave the same answer without thinking.
"If this isn't an npc, the boss has such an employee under his hands, making money will get hand cramps, and he will be scared to wake up dreaming of bankruptcy at night, right?" His strong sense of vision made him have to confuse himself. It's as if Cao had kept an old Sima under control. "
He nodded and said, "The idea is mature, it's called Southern Cross Association
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