The beautiful and rich continent of Montimos is inhabited by many races, industrious and intelligent humans, elegant and beautiful elves, brave and warlike orcs, savage and fierce barbarians, honest and honest dwarves, cunning and suspicious goblins, and the most powerful race, dragons. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, in the development of the last thousand years, human beings have occupied nearly two-thirds of the territory of this continent with a huge number of people, and nearly 100 countries of all sizes have been established in this huge area.

Among the many towns on the western frontier of the Opdoth Empire is the town of Elrock, a peaceful town with a small permanent population of less than five hundred, large and small houses scattered across a small plain surrounded by low hills. The town is very small, so small that the whole town has only one main road running through the east and west, and on this main road, there are dozens of branch roads of all sizes distributed in the north and south, looking down from the sky, it looks like dozens of branches growing on a thick branch.

On this day, in the early autumn morning, a few white clouds drifted through the blue sky from time to time, and the warm sunlight shrouded the town through the clouds, and from time to time there were one or two rooster cries and dog barks from the scattered houses, which were mixed with human scolding from time to time, which made the town full of life.

On the west side of the town, there was an old-fashioned but neatly groomed yard, consisting of three rooms and a storeroom, which was ubiquitous in the town, and the only thing that came from the other courtyards was the sound of a fierce quarrel.

"Hey! Damn boy, are you going out in this ridiculous outfit today? You're a magician! Are you trying to me off? With a slightly angry reprimand, a stout, bearded old man in his sixties and seventies with gray hair leaning on the door frame shouted loudly as he walked towards the door, dressed in standard mercenary attire.

"Old man, I'm twenty-six years old, half an adult, I have my own ideas, and besides, don't call me a damn brat, either call me Krazer or my dear son, I don't want to go to death so early like my mother, I've never met, I want to live a few more years." Seeing that the young man who claimed to be Krezer, who was as strong as the old man, turned back dissatisfiedly while tidying up the taut mercenary outfit on his body, and after he finished arranging his clothes, he waved his hand casually, and walked down the street without looking back.

"Alas! It's not that you're being eaten by magic, but you can't be a great magician! It's not a big deal, didn't I get you a job as a visiting professor at a magic academy in the town! Not to mention being respected, there are a lot of gold coins to earn, although you can't use high-level magic, low-level magic can still be used! You still have a wealth of magical theories, and as long as you don't use advanced magic, the job of a visiting professor at the Academy of Magic can keep you worry-free for the rest of your life! Looking at the back of his departed son, the sturdy old man with gray hair was chattering in his mouth dissatisfied, and at the same time walked towards the house with his burly body, coughing once or twice from time to time. It's been more than a year since I moved to this town, why don't you understand my hard work! It's also a good choice not to be a powerful magician, at least to live the rest of your life in peace! ”

"Damn stinky boy always talks like this, don't forget to bring me a bottle of wine, ask for that old Jack's wine, his wine is really good." The old man, who was stout and gray-haired, commanded loudly at the door of the house, and it was hard to imagine that a man of his age could make such a loud noise, even if the departed young man named Krazer had already walked out into the street.

"Got it! I'm old, I'm not in good health, and I still have to drink, I really don't know what you think. No, I'll have to go to the Wanderer's House pub to see if there's a suitable quest to post, and hopefully I won't be a stingy old Jack anymore. Apparently his father knew his temper well, and the tall and stout Krezer carefully tied his long golden hair behind his head with a hair rope, tied it in a casual knot, and disappeared around the corner of the path with a full promise of promise.

Because the weather is very sunny today, the people who live in this town get up very early, and people stand in front of their doors in twos and threes, either washing or preparing for the day's livelihood. Kretzer walked down the streets of the town, and as far as he could see, people were busy with their work, and from time to time someone came up to greet the burly young man.

"Yo! Kid Krezer, aren't you going to the Academy of Magic today? My beautiful little granddaughter is waiting for you! I guess she's obsessed with you, and yesterday she told me that she must be a good magician like Brother Krazer when she grows up! Aunt Jenny Beckman, who runs a grocery store, wiped her hands with an apron and teased with a smile on her face.

Ever since this young man named Krezer had come to the town a year earlier, the children of the town had ushered in their spring, and no one could have imagined that this burly young man like a savage would be a magician that everyone would envy, and this gave the children of the town an opportunity to learn magic, which could only be found in Galder, two hundred kilometers away, and only if they could afford the high tuition fee, the kind of gold that the family could not save even if they did not eat or drink for a year.

"Please, Aunt Beckman, how could your lovely granddaughter be so old that she could be obsessed with me! In another twenty years, it will be about the same! However, your little granddaughter is really talented in magic, but she's just too naughty, like a little devil! I saw Krazer scratch his head shyly, gestured with his hand on his thigh, and replied loudly, looking at his shy appearance, obviously not good at dealing with people.

After hearing his words, the people around him burst into laughter, and their faces were full of envy, after all, today, thousands of years later, magicians are a highly respected profession. But if you want to become a magician, you must have extraordinary mental power and elemental affinity, both of which are indispensable, and the talent for elemental affinity is the most important, people usually say that genius is one percent talent plus ninety-nine percent sweat to succeed! But people often selectively ignore the importance of this one percent talent, without this one percent talent as a foundation, even if you can't step into the magical magic door, you can't even enter the door, no matter how hard you try, it's a waste of time. In today's world where magic is paramount, becoming a magician is also one of the preferred professions for people, because even the lowest-ranking magician apprentices can find a good job, but becoming a respected magician is often a one-in-a-million choice, so this also creates a superior status for magicians.

In the envious eyes of others, Kratzer waved goodbye to Aunt Jenny, and while he straightened his taut clothes, he stood in front of the bar with the Wanderer's House sign on it. The area of this bar is not large, divided into two floors, the upper floor is used for accommodation, and the lower floor is used by the mercenaries to eat, drink and chat, stepped forward to push open the door of the bar, and suddenly a deafening noise rushed out, Krazer clasped his ears with his fingers, muttering in his heart, I didn't expect these mercenaries who stayed overnight to get up really early, even if they were in a hurry, it was still late, I hope these mercenaries don't finish the task like locusts, even if it is to leave one or two for themselves.

Here I have to explain why there are so many mercenaries gathered here in this town. It is said that this town called Al Rock did not exist hundreds of years ago, and its rise is entirely due to its unique location. The town of El Rock was not strictly part of the territory of the Opdoth Empire, and the real western frontier city was the city of Galthe nearly a hundred and twenty miles to the east, which was the nominal frontier city of the Opdoth Empire. Less than two hundred miles west of the town of El Rock lies a swamp known as the Swamp of Confusion, a place that mercenaries love and hate. The mercenaries love it because there are countless magical beasts and precious plants, which are what magicians or nobles need, so it has become a place where they can exchange for a large amount of gold coins, and the mercenaries hate it because of the countless magical beasts and precious plants here, because these magical beasts will not obediently stay there waiting for you to slaughter, so how many mercenaries and adventurers die in order to get them.

Before the appearance of this town, Gauld City was the closest city to the Confused Swamp, and all the mercenaries' supplies needed to be replenished from there, and if it weren't for this town called Elrock, the distance between the two would have been at least nearly four hundred miles, which was nothing in normal times, but in the case of mercenaries who were injured, could not have been effectively treated, and lacked food supplies, the distance of four hundred miles was enough to be their fatal wound. Because of this, those mercenaries who lost their friends here chose to live here in frustration, providing the most basic living services for the mercenaries in the past, and gradually more and more people chose to stay, and after hundreds of years of development, the town of El Rock should be born, as the stone tablet erected on the east side of the town reads, "You can never give up your family!" Otherwise, what else do you have left! "The town provides food and lodging for passing mercenaries, and the constant stream of mercenaries makes the town come alive.

The 100-year-old Wanderer's House pub in front of Kraser is a testament to the town, with a heavy door wrapped in a thick velvet blanket to protect against the cold in winter and to bring the noise of the bar to the streets.

"Krazier, why didn't you kid go to the Academy of Magic today?" Hugh Beckman, the owner of the tavern, looked up and saw that it was Kraser, so he put down his work and asked aloud. The bar's owner, Hugh Beckman, a relatively small, middle-aged man in his mid-60s, is the owner of this generation of wandering families, who have lived in the town for nearly three hundred years, starting with his great-great-grandfather, on the seemingly modest two-story building until now.

"Please, spare me! Uncle Beckman, your wife has already asked once when you passed by the grocery store just now, so don't ask again. Do you have a suitable task for today? For example, where there is an evil dragon, or where there is a demonic beast attacking a village, or something like that! Don't tell me again that the old hen at Old Jack's house in the westernmost part of town is said to lay golden eggs and has been lost, and I'm fed up! It's been lost three or four times this month. As he spoke, Krazer found a place near the bar and quipped, surveying his surroundings.

"Hehe, my little granddaughter still misses you! Jennifer, give Krazer a glass of pure barley wine, ask for a big glass. You don't have to think about the evil dragon or anything, you just go to add food to the evil dragon. ”

"When are you going to go to the Academy of Magic again! I've heard that the concepts and methods of magic you teach are different from what other people say! Before, my little granddaughter was very troublesome in learning magic, and she couldn't sense the magic element, so she was judged to be unable to become a magician. Her affinity for magic has skyrocketed since you taught her, and she's getting more and more interested in learning magic! Uncle Hugh Beckman asked, wiping his glass.

"How do I know, maybe your granddaughter was too young before!" Kratzer looked around casually haha, obviously he wasn't in the mood to talk about it right now.

Hugh Beckman, who was casually wiping his wine glass, saw that Krazer didn't mean to continue, his mouth moved and he didn't ask any more, and at this time, the waitress named Jennifer also came over with a large glass of barley wine, and she couldn't tell that she was already a mother at all. "That child is very naughty, blame her grandparents and grandmothers, they spoil her too much." As he spoke, he glared at Boss Hugh Beckman, who was standing at the bar, with big shining eyes, who smiled awkwardly.

"Jennifer, little Lena is too young after all, and she will naturally become mature when she grows up." Krazer finally left his eyes on the bearded mercenary who was talking at the door of the bar.

"Are these mercenaries here for a mission? Old Jack, it seems that you have made a wise decision to obtain the assignment release agency of the Mercenary Guild! Business is much better than before. Krazier took a full sip of his glass and said. Boss Hugh Beckman just smiled but didn't answer, but everyone could see the joy on his face.

At this time, the bearded mercenary sitting at the door of the tavern pretended to look around mysteriously and shouted loudly: "This mission is really exciting, tell you something, something you never dreamed of, I actually completed the mission with the famous Hydra mercenary group." The scarred leather armor on his body proves that he is an experienced mercenary.

"Come on! Don't brag, there are thousands of mercenary groups, and there are more than a dozen great magicians alone, and there are countless great sword masters. As far as your little mercenary group of three or two kittens is compared to the Hydra mercenary group, it is estimated that you are the only one who will be vindictive. I don't even have a magician, and I'm embarrassed to mention that I'm on a par with the Hydra mercenary group. The blindfolded mercenary sitting across from him sneered mercilessly, apparently not believing what the bearded mercenary said.

"Listen to me! Every time, you don't wait for me to finish speaking, you come to dismantle my stage. My mission is to Gadsden, in the wilderness to the west. The bearded mercenary argued with a red face.

"What, you really went to Gadsden, the country of the barbarians? You don't want to die, you need to go through the Confused Swamp to get there, and the monsters that live there are not vegetarians. After hearing the bearded mercenary's words, the one-eyed mercenary asked in surprise, after all, a small mercenary group like them with very limited strength can only take on some relatively simple tasks that are limited to the periphery of the Confusion Swamp, and that kind of task through the Confusion Swamp is something they dare not think of. It is said that Gadsden, like the Northern Orc Alliance, is composed of large and small tribes, unified by the three most powerful tribes, and changes every ten years, is this true? ”

"Damn one-eyed dragon, if you interrupt me again, I'll blow out your other eye." The bearded mercenary said indignantly. "I'm just just sending goods once, so I don't care so much, I'll come back as soon as the task is completed.

"You say, you say." The one-eyed dragon mercenary smiled brightly

"I took on a big assignment last month to deliver a shipment to Gadsden. I didn't want to go, but the commission was huge, so I took the risk and took it. It's scary to think about it now. If it weren't for the Hydra mercenary group, I don't think we would have been able to come back. The first half of the mission went well, and I almost died there as I passed through the Confusion Swamp. ”

"You don't know, there are monsters rampant in this chaotic swamp, and we were terrified when we left. When we were about to get out of the Confused Swamp, we came across a swamp python, but this was not an ordinary swamp python, but a swamp python that evolved with four heads. That's what scared us, not to mention that we're about to pee our pants. The bearded mercenary stretched out four fingers and shook them triumphantly. Everyone listened and took a deep breath of cold air. The swamp python with four heads, fortunately, only four can speak if it evolves into five heads. Then it can't be called Warcraft, it should be called Warcraft. According to the agreement after the war on the mainland more than 2,000 years ago, all demonic beasts that have evolved language abilities are not allowed to be hunted and killed by any race at will, otherwise they will be hunted down by the dragon clan.

"If you touch the four-headed swamp python, will you come back alive! It's really bragging, and you don't blush. ”

The bearded man glanced at the one-eyed dragon and continued: "But it just as it happens, just when we were desperate, the Hydra mercenary group happened to pass by. That's a big deal. Anyway, this Hydra mercenary group really didn't blow out, and ten great magicians came out casually, and the magic really dazzled me, and now that I think about it, the explosion of the magic still makes my ears buzz. The battle lasted only about half an hour, and the swamp python was killed. Everyone was amazed. When others encounter high-level demonic beasts, they all walk around, and this Hydra mercenary group is just not ordinary, and they directly crush it.

"That's nothing to do with you!" The cyclops muttered discontentedly.

The bearded man looked at the crowd around him and slammed his glass on the table: "Did I say I'm done with my words?" Fill my glass, you damn one-eyed dragon, or I won't say anything. ”

Everyone around urged the one-eyed dragon to quickly refill the bearded mercenary.

"I shouldn't have talked too much, and I won't have a silver coin again. Hey! Boss, give this bearded man another drink! Hurry up after drinking. The one-eyed dragon grumbled as he pulled out the silver coin.

The bearded man smiled, picked up his wine glass, and drank most of it in one go.

"Say it, say it." The crowd urged.

"Look at this hydra! However, you seem to have forgotten one thing, Warcraft has always been in groups, and only a very small number of powerful Warcraft live alone. So, just as the Hydra mercenary group was packing up the loot, three more swamp pythons sprang out from the depths of the swamp. But this swamp isn't four heads anymore, guess what, how many heads? The bearded man looked around and held out five fingers. Everyone gasped.

"Is it five? Five. A swamp python with five heads? The one-eyed mercenary stammered, for a small mercenary like them, it was simply unimaginable.

"It's a swamp python with five heads, but not just a five-headed one, but a swamp python with six heads and two swamp pythons with five heads." The bearded man drank the rest of the beer and wiped his beard as he triumphantly looked at the shocked crowd around him.

As soon as the bearded mercenary's words fell, the entire bar suddenly fell silent, and it was clear that everyone knew what the swamp python with six heads meant.