At the beginning of the 21st year of the Dark Gate, after a whole harsh winter, the late spring breeze did not make any new improvement in the area that was originally called the East Lordaeron region, which has now been renamed the Eastern Plague Lands, but the living people in the East Plague area have sprouted hope.

That was since the beginning of last year's Scourge Plague, after the fall of the royal capital and the fall of various important towns, the Ash Bringer who came out of nowhere united several large strongholds of the former Silver Hand Knights in the Western Plaguelands with the Hand of Tyr and the Chapel of Light's Wish in the Eastern Plaguelands with an iron fist to form a new unit, the Scarlet Crusader, dedicated to targeting and exterminating the undead! He led the tireless paladins on their crusades, and the warriors of the Scarlet Crusaders under the command of Alessandros purified village after village and overran countless undead.

Because the Great Lord wielded the Holy Sword every time he went into battle, only black ash powder and residue were left in the place where the sword light passed, and no undead unit could survive the scorching of this holy sword, even those high Dreadlords were avoiding it, so the name of the Ember Bringer was able to appear and spread throughout the Northland at a speed comparable to the spread of the plague.

This great feats were enough to attract everyone's attention, and at the same time, it also ignited the fervent hope for the restoration of the country in the hearts of the remnants of Lordaeron. Nowadays, the Ashesbringer drama is the most popular topic of all taverns, whether it's as a snack between drinkmates or a hot dinner in the tavern where he chooses to use "grapevine" to get a reward from his boss for his eloquence.

The same is true of Anaheim City, which is relatively stable and unusually prosperous by sea.

Now, taking advantage of the convenience of cement, the Brotherhood of Stonemasons has expanded Anaheim to an unprecedented size, and the city that has expanded in half a year is already larger than the royal city of Lordaeron, so much so that the entire northern coast north of the lake has become the site of the new city.

Although this was not directly authorized by the royal family of Minehir, it was ...... A traverser who had become a powerful nobleman and the supreme commander of the Tirisfara Glade took advantage of his position to delegate the right to expand, and in the anticipation of the refugees of Lordaeron, Dalaran, and Quel'Thalas, a large city was built with the mountains and the sea in its back.

The craftsmen of the Brotherhood of Stonemasons also kept an eye on it, after all, a lord had "picked up" refugees as treasures too many times, so the façade of the new city had been reserved for many designs that could continue to be expanded, so now Anaheim City is like a "loop" like a wall.

At present, the most central part of the city is naturally the Lord's Fort built on the mountain, on the top of the hill is the Holy Light Monastery, the walls of the Lord's Fort are considered to be a ring, outside here is the old city, although it is the old city, but compared to the new city, it is only two or three years of time difference; After being attracted to the largest and fastest-changing city in the Northland, the living environment of the mixed Fourth Ring Road is a bit unsatisfactory.

For this reason, the originally reserved four-ring residential area was separated by the gates of the inner city, so that the refugees of Dalaran and the proud mages had a relatively quiet and beautiful environment by the sea.

It's fair to say that the Fourth Ring Road of Anaheim City is now a vibrant trading center, with merchant ships arriving from Kul Tiras or the Stormwind Kingdom every day to unload their cargo and buy a whole host of specialties that were only available in the Plaguelands, such as ghoul claws, teeth, or in-demand goods such as plague flowers.

And these goods are those adventurers who receive the task and work outside, kill the undead or collect enough supplies, and return to the adventurers' guild in exchange for rich rewards, and the association will then sell them to those merchants who have come from afar, and I have heard that these merchants will sell them to those mysterious spellcasters in other countries.

This increasingly mature and complete industrial chain and the various related industries that extend it provide at least 30% of Anaheim's business tax revenue, and this number continues at a monthly rate

Increase.

According to the latest information received by Edwin Van Cleef, there are quite a few clever adventurers who have set their sights on the area around the armies led by the Ashbringers from the regular business of guarding caravans and convoys in the "off-season". After all, there are fewer and fewer undead who are left alone or in small groups in the Tirisfal Glade, and Anaheim City is mainly on the defensive, and rarely sends a large number of troops to clear out the large number of undead entrenched in the Tirisfal Glade, although those adventurers have some ability, but they are not soldiers, and they can't get together so many people to find the trouble of those "hiding" undead, so they choose to pass through the undead barrier fortress that has been recaptured, and arrive in the Western Plague Lands, which is the new "hunting ground" for these people.

Now, however, the Adventurers' Guild of Anaheim has become famous with the spread of merchant ships, and the new city has appeared in more and more guisiers in the taverns of Kul Tiras, Ironforge, Stormwind, and even Theramore, and there are also many self-proclaimed minstrels, who have been bought off by some unscrupulous lord, and have gone crazy all over the world to praise the benefits of the new city.

This made Edlan feel very embarrassed by the "gentle" gaze of the other leaders after hearing these sensual words after his return......

......

It was getting late, and in the thorn algae tavern near the harbor, the sailors of several offshore fishing boats received a large commission after the return and unloading of the ships, and after receiving this commission, they were professional sailors and fishermen with no culture and great ambitions, and after receiving this commission, except for a few fellows with families, the rest of the fellows were all crowded into the tavern on the edge of the harbor. Drinking Anaheim City's special rum made from exotic grain, though inferior but strong enough, was one of the sailors' favorite items when they returned to port. They either watched the chick who had heard to be the daughter of a down-and-out nobleman of the Stormwind Kingdom dancing to the music played by some of the self-proclaimed wandering musicians, or listened to the recently popular tales of the Ember Messenger's conquest of the Northlands, and this was the most relaxing moment for these toiling rough men.

"Hey, Falck, don't you think you've got a bit of a generous guest today?" asked the drunken drinker, who had just finished serving a table.

Faced with the question of the regular customer, the waiter named Falk impatiently shook off the other party's hand and said, "Okay, Roger, you old drunkard, why do you ask so much if someone asks you for free?"

"Tsk, that's boring, I thought I could hear something interesting. "The sailor called Roger is also a bachelor who has just returned to the port, they have been floating at sea for a few days, and when they come back, they thought that the tavern was still exactly the same as before, but for some reason someone gave him a little more free wine today, so much that he could save a few silver coins, and then he could go to the prostitute to find a better woman to be happy, thinking of this he licked his lips and seemed to be reminiscing about the wonderful night last weekend.

"Speaking of interesting things...... I've got something enough to make you addicted!" The other drinker at the same table, with a sinister smile on his face, deliberately interrupted his sentence and waited for everyone to woo him.

"Okay, okay, if you have something to say, didn't you Hank just didn't go to sea last time because he had a fever, I guess you probably listened to your aunt's nagging who worked as a maid in the castle of lords, right? Don't think that you can pretend to be a cultural person here!"

But these old drunkards didn't buy it, and urged Hank to tell the so-called interesting things, and they were worried that there was no interesting "appetizer".

"I told you that you weren't allowed to spread the word!"

"Okay, just say it quickly, if you delay it any longer, Lao Tzu will go directly to the woman, so as not to annoy you thin monkey eyes. ”

Hank wasn't annoyed, he just shrunk his head close to the wine table, lowered his voice again, and said, "My aunt went to clean a guest room in the castle yesterday......"

"Hey, what's so interesting about that?"

"Dude, don't interrupt, let him speak!"

“...... You know, our lord has gone to another continent with his army, and it's been a long time since the lord has come to the castle as a guest, right?"

"You seem to be really ...... when you say that."

After staying in the tavern for a long time, it is natural to hear all kinds of things, such as these sailors are talking about some small details about Anaheim City, and the guests who can make the Elder Leader take the initiative to entertain guests in the guest room are not just the qualifications that anyone can have, and now, the lord is not there, and the person in charge is Chief Archon Edwin, who has always been known for his strict governance, so he will not use the guest rooms of the castle for anyone casually.

Of course, if this Hank is telling the truth, then there is really a big man in the lord's castle.

“...... So your aunt knows who's coming?" Roger, who originally wanted to go to the prostitution parlor, was also a little interested, and he wanted to finish hearing about it, so that he could not only show off some of the simple skills he had just learned in front of the good-looking prostitutes, but also show off his "knowledge".

"I told you not to be afraid!" Hank smiled smugly as if surrounded by stars, "It's a beautiful female mage! I dare to swear in the name of my aunt, that female mage is definitely wearing the robes of a court mage!"

"Court mage, which court?"

"Lordaeron's court system!"

Hank said word by word the name of the country that these sailors felt extremely nostalgic, they were all refugees from Lordaeron, and they were able to see those richly dressed mages from afar at some major ceremonies, and they were almost all wearing the same robes, so this was not only Hank's aunt nor these sailors would doubt this. Now, there is no so-called court mage in Anaheim City, so there are only two places where this court mage comes from, Lordaeron is still in exile in the Stormwind Kingdom, or Theramore, a new city far away on another continent.

"And, as you know, our archon, sir, never makes a big reward, at most it is to pay people to come to the tavern for a few more drinks like now, so I guess that Miss Mage must have brought some great news this time to make our miserly archon so generous!" Hank's additional note quickly stirred the minds of the other sailors, and it was true.

"That'...... A toast to the prosperity of the city?" Roger held up the wooden glass with half a glass of wine left.

"Haha, let's wish our Ash Messenger an early recovery of the motherland!"

But just as the old drunkard at this table changed from a whisper to a high-pitched toast, a scruffy bearded and balding "old mercenary" dressed in a scruffy beard on the table next to him on the corner table attracted some attention, but soon no one paid attention to him.

Because the dance that had been performed countless times on the stage was over, and the following was one of these people's favorite guys, called "Jack of the Mouth", who would tell an interesting story about the Ashbringer in various taverns every once in a while, or a story based on the latest battle reports, and this guy's eloquence was indeed good, so that he was able to win the love of countless drunkards with this mouth.

"Hey, Jack, what are you going to talk about today?"

After the audience saw the change on the stage, the atmosphere was obviously different, they raised their glasses to the stage as if they saluted, and then touched their own people and dried, and then immediately there would be waiters who kept sending new wine, this kind of show is also the tavern owner's favorite on weekdays, because those old drunkards can drink a lot faster than usual after listening to it, which makes his business much better.

"Today, our Ember Bringer has set a new record in the fallen area of Stratholme, and guess what......"

Almost everyone's eyes and attention were overshadowed by the "storyteller" on the stage who was full of praise and exaggerated body movements, but the "old mercenary" in the corner couldn't stop trembling after hearing the words "Stratholme Fell Area......