Chapter 20: Ahh
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www.mpzw.com) The three-day wine festival is coming to an end, and the most anticipated sheep race is coming.
Sadly, Alice lost the possibility of winning three titles. Although she was eventually acquitted, due to the social impact of her actions, she was constantly monitored by a large group of dwarven warriors during her time at Ironforge.
Alice was blacklisted, regarded as an undesirable object, and in terms of prestige, she was probably cold (0/6000), and naturally she couldn't participate in the sheep race.
In a camp near the finish line, the competitors make their final preparations in their tents.
Alice was changing clothes for the dolls on the side of the tent, and she was forbidden from the competition to show no affection at all, and so far, no creature seemed to be reflected in her pupils - except Loria.
Loria sat between the two of them, counting the gold coins with relish.
Anne was on the other side, keeping the maximum distance from Alice, observing her with a slightly hostile look.
Usually he looks elegant and calm.,If you laugh, it will make people feel bright.,But it's a pervert.。
Ever since Alice gave Loria a pile of gold coins and gems, and Loria sewed a dress for her doll, the relationship between the two seemed to be in perfect harmony, in Anne's words, like two symbiotic animals.
Between fishing and fishing, Alice chose to fish, and although she still sometimes scanned their clothes with a melting pot's hot eyes, she always restrained herself.
The three of them went their own way, and for a moment the tent was very quiet, in stark contrast to the noise outside.
Loria, who had been in financial crisis, was quite happy at this time, and her purse bulged again. In addition to the profits from the resale of superfluous gizmos, the robbery of the pervert and Alice's tribute brought her hundreds of gold coins, and after purchasing a series of metal ingot materials, she had more than a thousand gold coins left.
After much hesitation, Loria tossed aside most of the gold coins, picked up one and began to recite the prayer.
"A copper coin is wonderful, a silver coin brings joy, and a gold coin can make you the enemy of the world. Your money is my money, my money is still my money, obey the contract, and the guardian spirit of the gold coin will appear here. ”
A translucent lewd old man appears out of nowhere, and Alice glances at it and continues to look down to dress up the doll, while Anne treats him as some kind of dwarf invention.
"Master, what can I do for you. Heroic Abagun said respectfully, but his eyes were fixed on the gold coins on the ground.
Seeing Abagon's scarlet greedy gaze, Loria hurriedly threw herself on the pile of gold coins and shouted, "Look at it again, and send it to Zulgrab!"
Retracting his hungry wolf-like eyes, Abagon, who didn't want to count the wood chips with the trolls, twisted his head to the side with all his might.
Loria, who was holding back the gold coins, continued: "Take these gold coins and do business in Ironforge Castle in a low-key manner. ”
If you want me to take the gold coins, you should get up, thinking so, Abagun said carefully: "I'm afraid it will be difficult to make an objective profit in a short period of time. ”
"You have a hundred years to make money slowly, and a hundred years later you can buy weapons, cloth, and food, as long as the dwarves have food to eat. Loria then instructed.
Hearing this, Abagon, who was a little surprised, repeatedly glanced at the pink-haired Lori, and opened his mouth for a hundred years, as if he was explaining his last words.
"I always feel that if you think something bad, if you dare to be corrupt, you will never see even a copper coin. ”
"Loria, is it really okay?"
Looking at the pink-haired Lori with her hands and feet and climbing on the special racing sheep, Anne asked worriedly.
Loria grabbed the hair on the sheep's neck with both hands, and the painful race sheep writhed her body, which made her clench tighter and tighter.
"No problem, probably. Loria, who had made up her mind and would squat in the air as soon as the sheep fell, replied.
Anne, who was also a contestant, took the reins freely, thought for a moment and said, "Okay, don't force yourself, give up when you are in danger." ”
At this moment, the horn of preparation sounded, and the contestants drove the sheep to the starting line. The route of this year's race is nearly 200 kilometers round trip from Ironforge to Karanos, and it will take about six or seven hours for skilled runners to complete it.
There are a number of check-in points along the way, where players will need to collect all their check-in certificates, and the winner will receive a handsome prize money and an elite armed Balaktor goat.
The level of the sheep race is about the same, and the long distance is more testing of the distribution of the sheep body. It wasn't too crowded in front of the starting line.
The vast majority of them held the reins in one hand and the whip in the other, looking quite comfortable. Of course, there are also differences, such as some people with the most ** expression on their faces, stinky faces and hands on their chests looking at the sky at 45 degrees, not taking others in their eyes; some people still put the whip aside, stroking the back of the goat and gently communicating with it, giving people a very strong feeling; some people, no, a loli lying on the back of the goat, holding the goat's hair, nervous to death.
Recently, the weather has been very good, the sun in the clear blue sky is shining warmly, and the snow all over the mountains is no longer cold, giving people a white and lovely feeling.
The starting line is also the finish line, and a large number of open-air pubs have been set up nearby, where spectators can enjoy a cosy drink of ale or beer, chat and enjoy the joy of predicting the race.
"Second brother, do you say that the eldest brother can win. Brian asked Muradin.
Muradin looked at the silver-haired human girl in the distance surrounded by a group of dwarven warriors, shook her head and sighed, "Who knows, this world is too big. ”
"yes, the world is too big for me to leave Ironforge for an adventure after the Wine Festival. Brian said.
Knowing that his brother had great enthusiasm and curiosity for the unknown, Muradin, as one of the founders and chief member of the Explorers' Guild, Brian was strong enough to face any threat and was not worried.
Muradin nodded in agreement, and just then, the horn sounded for the start of the game.
The runners at the top of the queue waved the reins lightly and directed the sheep to move forward in unison.
Loria, who was at the back of the line, was torn at the moment, hesitating to let go of one hand and swing the whip. Just as the pink-haired Lori finally carefully let go of a hand, there was a burst of people in the front of the team.
It is forbidden to be saddled in sheep racing, and it is enough to throw a poor rider to the side when running, which is also a routine every year.
There was a good-natured laugh in the tavern area, and the Ironforge guards quickly helped the goat losers aside - they could still compete again, but not until everyone else had left.
Seeing this, Loria, who had just picked up the whip, grabbed the wool tightly with both hands again, and the surrounding players had already set off at this time.
"Drive" she tried to make the impression of the starting slogan, but the goat did not move.
Clamping the belly of the sheep with both legs, the goat remains motionless.
"Meow!" Loria, who was in a hurry, ordered the goat to move forward in cats, and this time the goat responded, bleating and continuing to stand on the stake.
Oops! Although the goat seems to understand his own words, he does not understand goat language. The audience also noticed the anomaly and cast their eyes on Loria.
A somewhat embarrassed Loria finally resorted to a last resort, only to see her entire upper body lying on her stomach, her arms around the goat's neck and triggering the chokehold.
"Baa~~~~"
With a strange sound, a certain goat carrying a pink loli came out of the mystery.