The soft light, the lively atmosphere, the delicious food, the wide range of drinks at all prices, and even a musician playing an unknown country tune on the lute.

Feeling the noisy atmosphere in the hall, Zhang Cheng casually found a seat near the bar and ordered the bartender, "Bring me a glass of strawberry juice, and by the way, tell me about what interesting things have happened in Stormwind City recently." ”

The man in his forties raised his head and glanced at the beautiful female boss standing at the door, and saw that the latter nodded quietly, and then he unscrewed the valve of a wooden barrel, filled it with a full glass of dark red liquid, and gently placed it on the table: "Here, sir, this cup is what I invited." ”

"Thank you!"

Zhang Cheng, who had already been a little dry, didn't talk nonsense, picked it up and drank it, and then took a deep breath to relax his tired and tense spirit.

Despite its name, it was actually a lightly fermented special drink containing a certain amount of alcohol, and it is said that due to the use of many expensive cane sugars and ingredients, it was said to be far more expensive than ordinary alcohol, and it was also one of the only drinks that Azeroth could swallow besides wine and rum.

As for the inferior ale wine, which is full of impurities and has a choking taste, it is simply not something that people drink.

The bartender picked up the glass and filled another glass, then asked with a smile, "You just said that you want to inquire about the news, what do you mean exactly?"

"It doesn't matter what it is, I just want to know what's going on in the city. Zhang Cheng deliberately pretended not to care and shrugged his shoulders.

In fact, he wanted to use some rumors to determine whether it was safe for him to go to the "lamb to the slaughter" now.

But the bartender, apparently not knowing this, nodded to himself: "Okay. If there are two major events that have happened recently, one is that there was a riot in Stormwind City Prison, but fortunately, the warden Selvarte reacted in time and took the initiative to block the entrance. At present, the big people are debating whether to send troops to kill all the criminals who started the rebellion, and I heard that because of the strong opposition of Countess Catlana Presto, it finally came to an end. The other is that Marshal Reginald Windsor had a big fight with Countess Catlana Presto in the council, and went to the Burning Plains alone to deal with the increasingly rampant Blackstone Orcs......"

"Oh, is the Black Dragon Princess finally starting to do it......" Zhang Cheng pursed the corners of his mouth and muttered in a voice that only he could hear.

There is no doubt that after planning the kidnapping of Varian Wrynn, Onexia can't wait to gain more power and influence within the Stormwind Kingdom, so she is eager to secretly eradicate all those who may threaten her, and drive those who can't be eliminated from Stormwind City.

While the young King Anduin Ureon knew nothing about it, the regent Bervar Vortagan was also firmly captured by the gentle trap woven by the Black Dragon Princess with the appearance of a human woman.

It can be said that whoever currently gets the favor of Countess Katrana Presto will be able to call for wind and rain in the Stormwind Kingdom.

If he hadn't known that at some point in the future, Marshal Reginald Windsol would return with the deciphered slate to fulfill the prophecy he had received in Karazhan and expose her true colors, otherwise Zhang Cheng would have been tempted to intervene and reap enough benefits for himself.

However, it is a pity that this will be 100% of the price paid in the future, and according to the identity and status that Zhang Cheng has obtained in Dalaran at the moment, there is no need to take risks at all.

As he took a sip of strawberry juice and pondered how he could win the trust of the Alliance Warlock community, an old dwarf with a gray beard suddenly approached and said in a drunken tone, "Hey, young man, where did you get this dwarven musket?"

"Musket?" Zhang Cheng flickered for a moment, then lowered his head to see the double-barreled Mithril shotgun hanging from his waist that had not been used once, and a strange smile appeared on his face. "I bought this from a dwarf named Ofg Copperhammer at the Treasure Bay Market, what, do you know him?"

"Offg Copperhammer, damn it!, this bastard ran away to the Valley of Thorns without saying a word?" the old dwarf snarled in hatred.

He paid no attention to the strange looks of the people around him, and slammed the table with his rocky arm until the bartender warned him to lose money if there was a crack in the table.

"Do you know Ofg Bronze Hammer?" Zhang Cheng stared at the grumpy dwarf beside him with interest.

After all, the dwarf race, once they reach adulthood, will grow a thick beard, whether it is thirty years old or two hundred years old, there is not much difference in the eyes of humans.

"Of course, I'm his uncle! I'm mad at this bastard who doesn't honestly inherit the family business as a good blacksmith, but instead learns some shit from a damn dwarf, and runs out on adventures as a hunter. With that, the old dwarf began to slap the table again, and his beard curled up again and again, which was very interesting.

After listening to the other party's complaints, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but respond with a smile: "There is nothing wrong with engineering, at least the power of the musket is obvious to all, isn't it?"

"Hmph, what's good! It's just some fancy gadgets, where the real swords and axes are powerful. By the way, what kind of metal is the dagger you have hanging from your waist, how come I have never seen one?" the old dwarf set his eyes on the short dagger that shimmered with wonderful red ripples.

Zhang Cheng took off the enchanted dagger made of Valyrian steel not long ago: "You say this?"

The old dwarf hurriedly nodded: "Yes! I have never seen such a strange quenching technique! Can you show me? In return, I can promise to make you a weapon or armor for free." ”

"No problem, please. Zhang Cheng handed over the dagger without thinking.

He also wanted to see if the dwarven blacksmiths of Azeroth could figure out why Valyrian steel came into being and the strange energy it contained.

"Oh my God! This hardness, flexibility, and magical malleability is almost four or five points similar to that of a light cast iron ingot. However, with all due respect, apart from the materials, the section construction method of this dagger has no merit at all, and a good piece of steel is wasted in vain. The old dwarf gave his assessment bluntly.

Looking at the other party's distressed appearance, a trace of embarrassment flashed in Zhang Cheng's eyes, and then he lowered his voice and said tentatively: "Then do you judge how this metal is produced? What is it for?"

"Hmm—from a blacksmith's point of view, I think the main reason is the quenching temperature, and some special additives. You must know that even the large forging furnace of the Iron Fort cannot reach the high temperature of this metal quenching, if you guess correctly, it should be quenched with a special flame such as Dragon Flame. As for the function, it is naturally used to fight powerful magic weapons......"

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