Kester's reaction was naturally not for the 30 silver wolf drink ordered by the two strange mercenaries. But...... These two mercenaries are the root of his entry into the city - the two mercenaries who mentioned the movements of the Wing Clan at the city gate.

"Hey, man, do you think there's any energetic chick to play in this kind of town?" The Terran mercenary asked the barbecue owner in a tone that all men would understand.

"Well, we don't even have a special place in this small place, if you want to play, maybe you can go to the alleys and walk around......" The boss shrugged: "Maybe you can meet a few Night Elves or Bloodline pheasants there." ”

"That's a shame......" the Terran mercenary looked disappointed.

"I say, this guest, this is not far from Locksell, if you want to have fun, just go to the mercenary capital." The boss pointed out a clear way: "As long as you want it, what else can't you play in Locksell?" ”

The dwarf mercenary snorted: "Come on, then you have to be rich, with this guy's virtue, how can you save money to go to Locksell for a few days?" I'm afraid that he won't have a few in his pocket before he reaches the city, and it's all spent on the woman's belly! ”

"Damn, don't hack me, how good can you be?" The old face of the Terran mercenary turned red, and he couldn't help but sneer at each other: "You old drunkard, the money spent on drinking is enough for me to buy a stunning elf maid." ”

"Cut, brother, this is called a taste of life, vulgar people don't understand." The dwarven mercenary snorted arrogantly.

"Brother Lingyun, what's wrong?" Nangong Xue saw that Kester suddenly stopped talking, and thought that he remembered something.

"It's okay, eat." Kester came back to his senses and smiled at Nangong Xue.

Nangong Xue's voice was crisp and beautiful, just like the lights in the night, which immediately attracted the Terran mercenary who preferred to seek flowers and willows.

"Hey, my good girl, this little Lori looks good......" Seeing a little beauty of Nangong Xue's level in such a small barbecue restaurant, the Terran mercenary was really amazed.

"Come on, the old problem is done again, do you remember how your leg was broken last time?" The dwarven mercenary reminded from the side.

The Terran mercenary smiled awkwardly: "Hehe, habit, habit, haven't I been reined in a lot recently." ”

"Hey, brother, if you really want to play, it's not bad to go west of Acewell." The dwarf said: "In recent days, the orcs over there have not been very fierce, and there will always be displaced girls who are forced to commit themselves to those places where the lights are glittering, and the price is estimated to be cheaper if there are more people." ”

Speaking of the key points, Kester couldn't help but pay attention, he chatted with Nangong Xue in a while, and listened intently to the conversation between the two mercenaries.

"Well, you have a point." The Terran mercenary nodded, but then he pulled his lips and smiled strangely, "I said, you've never been so kind. Didn't you want to go over there and drink some dead man's wine? "There is a custom in the West of Eswell that a large jar of wine is buried at the time of burial, and the wine is not taken out and enjoyed until the next direct descendant of the deceased is born, commonly known as dead man's wine.

"Uh-haha......" The dwarf couldn't help but smile awkwardly as he pierced the little abacus in his heart. If the whole village were slaughtered, and the dead man's wine would be left unowned, he would indeed be able to feast on it.

The Terran mercenary glanced at the dwarf angrily: "I knew that was the case, you are more ruthless than me, and you don't even let go of the dead!" ”

"But the orcs over there are really a bit of a fierce fight......" The dwarf was forced to change the subject: "It is said that they disappeared quickly after slaughtering the blood city, and we didn't even touch the hair." ”

"I heard you say that there are still a lot of Wing Clans?" The Terran mercenary asked.

The dwarf mercenary nodded: "I just heard from others, the reliability of this gossip is impossible to verify, but the Wing Clan definitely has it, but the number is uncertain." ”

The Terran mercenary pondered for a moment and said: "After the First World War in the Heavenly Kingdom, the Wing Clan lost at least more than ninety percent of its strength, and under the joint suppression of all races, it would be good if there were more than 10 million free Wing Clans left in Eswell." ”

Don't think that the number of more than 10 million Wing Clan is huge, compared to the heyday, the population of the Free Wing Clan has almost been reduced by 99 percent! The freewings here do not include the slaved wings, and the number of non-freewings is now far greater than that of the freewings.

"If the Free Wing can gather one percent in the far west, then there will be 100,000 people, which is not a small number." The dwarf took a big sip of wine: "Sure enough, it's still an authentic celestial wolf, and it's refreshing to drink!" ”

"Drinking like you, Jinshan can't bear it!" It was as if the Terran mercenaries had seen a mountain of gold in front of them, and the dwarves were eating it bite by bite. He looked at the wine in the pot painfully: "The wine should be tasted slowly." ”

"Slow egg, I can't stand your sissy drinking......" The dwarf glared back.

"Hey, friend, let's find out." An unfamiliar voice rang out behind the dwarf.

The dwarf turned his head, and the young man at the table next to them was looking at him with interest, "Can you tell me about the infestation of the Western Wing Clan?" Kester wanted to hear them keep talking, but the two seemed to be talking and going off-topic, so he had to ask himself.

"I don't know." The dwarf was a little unhappy that Kester interrupted him to drink: "Boy, why are you asking this?" ”

"Boss, help this friend fill the wolf in the pot, count it in mine!" Kester conquered the dwarves in a straightforward way: "I'm just checking out for a friend of mine, who likes birds, and is therefore a little more interested in the news of the Winged Clan. (Caesar: You're talking nonsense, how could I be interested in the WingClan?) ）”

As the saying goes, the mouth of a cannibal is short, and the hand of a man is soft, and the eyes of the dwarf are suddenly different. He had already drunk one-fifth of this pot of wolf drink, so Kester was equivalent to paying him 6 silver coins for the drink. I didn't expect this young man I didn't know to be so generous.

"It is said that the Winged Clan participated in the aerial confrontation with the Blood Clan when the Orcs were attacking the city." The dwarf thought for a moment and said, "This is the first time I've heard that the Ancient Seven can still cooperate with the Beast Clan, so I can't believe the truth of the matter. ”

"Oh? Is there anything else special? Kester asked again.

"Hmm, let me think about it......" The dwarf scratched his scalp, "Oh yes, according to the information revealed out of nowhere, these orcs have an organization, not just a tribe. ”

"What organization?"

"It seems to be called...... Moonlit Night Arbiter, I really don't know how those simple-minded orcs came up with such an elegant name......"