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www.mpzw.com) "It's hard work, walking from the far north. Stuffing sweet cheese into her mouth, the tolerant Loria chatted with Uncle Direk in a muffled voice.

Despite having an old horse, it was used as a pack horse for transporting goods, and the fledgling trader Direk relied mainly on foot.

Although he wanted to stay away from the two loli to prove his innocence, there was not much room for maneuvering on the slightly crowded road, so Uncle Direk had no choice but to answer: "It's not as far as expected, the merchants mainly take a boat from Nanhai Town to Minahill Harbor, and then cross the wetlands and Lockmodan to Ironforge Fort." ”

Seeing the two little girls curiously looking at the linen bags that they were carrying the goods on their horses, the merchant uncle simply explained: "It's all grain and dairy products, and generally we sell grain and fruit to the dwarves, and then buy metals, weapons, tools, precious stones, wine, machinery, furniture, leather products, and ornaments from the dwarves. ”

It sounds pitiful to human beings, and people are always worried about whether they will suffer from the trade scissors and the loss of precious metals.

Of course, such worries may be unnecessary, after all, the Copperbeard Dwarves are not goblins. They were Azeroth's finest craftsmen, brave and sturdy warriors, but not qualified merchants, and their appetite for fine wine kept food and fruit prohibitive.

"What does the kingdom of men look like?" chimed Anne, who had spent the rest of her life in the mountains of Tamoro, except for the first time in Nomorigan, who had rarely seen humans, and whose curiosity could not be satisfied by the literature alone.

"Stupid!" Patting Anne on the head, Loria, who was sitting on top of the goat, explained to Uncle Direk, "My sister is a little insane, so she forgot what her hometown looks like." ”

Explicit and perfunctory, and didn't even bother to make up a decent reason, Uncle Direk, who thought so, observed the two little girls. Although they're all cute, not to mention the different hair colors, and even the looks are completely different, I'm afraid even the sisters are made up.

"We're half-sisters, right, sister. As if reading through Uncle Direk's thoughts, Loria gave a subtle explanation.

"Hmm. Although she felt that something was slightly wrong, Anne nodded affirmatively, and their mothers were indeed different.

The merchant in his forties has long been trained to look at people, and from the conversation just now, he can probably determine that the pink-haired little girl is full of nonsense, and the blonde one is unexpectedly honestly said that it is a half-sister, since they don't look alike, that is, at least one of them looks like a mother, and it is more likely that both mothers are big beauties.

Damn ginseng yin family, this is called my love for those who have never been in love in their forties, and who have traveled half the continent to save their wives, why can I be misled Uncle Direk began to curse Darian who was lying on the gun.

The information is misleading, and the partial, vague and one-sided truth information is published, and the audience is biased to understand where they need it.

If you want to turn over the meow king, you must integrate the power of the collective. For Loria, who has a background in the Scarlet Crusaders and may take over the power, this basic skill from a statistical department must be practiced diligently.

Seeing the resentment of the merchant uncle poking out like substance, Loria, who was playing with her fingers curling her hair, snorted with satisfaction, as for whether the curse will travel through time and space to stay on the missing father, this kind of thing really doesn't matter

"Why is it so crowded?" Anne, who had been imbued with memories from her childhood had long since dissipated and her distorted personality had been revised, and Anne, who was still as curious as a child, kept asking, "It's like all the dwarves scattered all over the world are pouring into Ironforge." ”

The closer we got to Ironforge, the more dwarves carried all kinds of luggage on their shoulders. This is not normal for dwarves who are full of exploration and like to run outside.

"If there's anything big going on at the end of autumn, it's the Wine Festival. Loria replied as a matter of course.

However, Anne, who was not convinced by the answer, continued: "Of course I know about the Wine Festival, but the Wine Festival can be held anywhere, is it necessary to crowd all of them to Ironforge Castle?"

The most impressive places about Ironforges are the melting pot, the melting pot, and the melting pot. Speaking of Ironforge, in addition to the scorching lava and the king who can craft artifacts, people often think of the blacksmith shops and various handicraft workshops scattered throughout the city, a few people know that Ironforge has the largest library in the world, and a few people know that in the remote corners of the ring city, there are several priests and mages who have returned from human society and fanatically promote the Holy Light and Arcane.

"On average, every seven Ironforge residents own a tavern, and every fifteen Ironforge residents own a distillery, and every family makes wine. Uncle Direk, who became a folk statistician, explained with very precise numbers: "The consumption of alcohol at the Wine Festival is too large, and there is not enough to drink elsewhere, I have heard from others." ”

Anne looked incredulous, and Loria said with her eyes, 'Uncle, why are you still here?' ’

The expressions of the two loli deeply pierced Uncle Direk's heart, and he hid his face and cried: "Anyway, I'm an uncle who hasn't been in love in his forties, and even little girls are starting to hate me." ”

Ignoring Uncle Direk, who muttered that he wanted to join a cult called the Big F, Loria thought that she was lucky to have a wine festival just after coming to Ironforge, and it would be better if she could find a chance to earn a little money to replenish her shriveled wallet, and the next step would be to buy supplies and check the Ironforge library for information to determine the next journey.

In the evening, the long mountain road finally came to an end.

In the contrast of the setting sun and the already lit brazier, the solid, unblemished ramparts and extremely large arches appear in the eyes of everyone. The dwarven travelers cheered with joy as their proud capital, the sustenance of spirit and glory, and the never-falling underground fortress of Ironforge.

The ancient king of the dwarves, the colossal stone sculpture of Modimus Anvimar, watched from behind the first gate. Dressed in what looked like heavy full-body plate armor, carrying huge warhammers and thick metal shields, the guards of the Ironforge stood solemnly and neatly on both sides of the gates and passageways, scanning everyone who entered the city.

The Copperbeard Dwarves and the Hammer Dwarves reconciled in the Battle of the Three Hammers years ago, and the Black Iron Dwarves can see through their skin color at a glance (in fact, the Hammer Dwarves are the same, they get tattoos on their bodies and faces shortly after birth). The dwarves who rushed to Ironforge to celebrate the wine festival were almost all copperbearded dwarves, and as legal citizens of the kingdom of Ironforge, the guards and warriors just glanced at them and ignored them, allowing them to enter and leave.

Pointing to the mighty team of humans on the side of the gate of Ironforge Castle, Uncle Direk kindly reminded, "Come on, let's go and line up." ”