Locke lay on the bed and thought for a long time, there is no good solution, since it is a human and a crusader, sooner or later it will have to face Sylvanas, this is unavoidable, then it depends on who strikes first. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Locke sat up from his bed, and the Fifth Legion's garrison was quiet, and there weren't many people in the camp except for a few soldiers guarding the barracks.

He got up, blew out the candle, and walked out.

Outside, it was already dark, and Locke closed the door and walked to the barracks door, where he decided to go to Gadar's inn for a meal.

As for why he didn't eat inside the church, he didn't like the priest to pray for a while before eating.

Under the awe-inspiring gaze of the guards at the gate, Locke strode towards the Forgotten Sorrow Inn.

The town of Gadarcheng is expanding every day, and a large number of refugees are organized, and they are arranged to cut down trees around Gadar, which are used for the construction of the town. A large number of idle young and strong people have been utilized, and the law and order problem has been greatly improved.

The land that was exposed after the trees were cut down was swept away, and some farmers planted food on it. Some women and children are arranged to raise pigs, sheep and other poultry, and others are arranged to collect mushrooms in the forest, all of which can alleviate the food crisis.

Next to the Fifth Legion's station, there is a family of domesticated wild boars, these domestic pigs are not the same as the domestic pigs seen in the previous life, they have a short tusk at the corner of their mouths, but they are somewhat similar to wild boars, they are different in size. In Azeroth, these beasts or poultry have a fast growth cycle, perhaps because the planet is full of various energies, often reaching full maturity in a few months, and they can grow up to half an adult in size.

They are omnivorous, and the clean mantle plants that are chopped up are enough to satisfy these poultry, and these mantle plants are everywhere in the forest, so they do not take much of the food reserves.

The family had five or six pigs, and they were feeding the foodies, and Locke stood outside the pen with interest and watched for a while, until the family tried to invite him, a Crusader officer, to come in for dinner, but Locke politely declined them.

Night has completely fallen, walking in the city of Gadar, the magic lanterns on the side of the road began to light up gradually, these magic results were made by the leader of the crusader mages on the top of the mountain, Duane, this thing also greatly increased the stability and prosperity of Gadar, to a certain extent, to improve the image of this new city.

Some shops in the town of Gadar have closed their doors, and men from many families have begun to make their way to their homes. At the door, their wives and children were waiting for their loved ones to return.

Locke saw a commoner come to his door, where his wife and children had been waiting for a long time. The tired look on the man's face was swept away by the joyful shouts of the woman and her child, and he hugged his wife tightly, and then picked up his child one by one, and walked into the house happily. Then the sound of surprise from the child came from inside the house.

Joy came from every house, and Locke walked through the streets of the town, feeling a little happy in his heart, and listening to these joyful voices, he could not help but feel that the crusaders had not done anything in vain. This also includes oneself, isn't the ultimate goal of one's own struggle for these?

Locke followed the street to the square of the Gadar City Hall, where groups of people wandered towards the Forgetful Sorrow Hotel, and Locke followed the flow of people inside.

When I entered the door of the hotel, I was greeted by a stream of heat mixed with the smell of ale wine.

Locke glanced down the hall on the first floor, where there were several empty tables near the fireplace, and he walked over.

Not long after she sat down, Demitina made her way through the crowd, laughing and dodging the countless hands that tried to jam and came to Locke.

"Hi Locke, hello, what do you want to eat?" Demitina wiped the sweat from her head, smiled and reached out to say hello, handing out the menu in her hand.

Locke took the menu and looked at it, and many of the food on it had been marked with an X, which meant that there was no more. But there are also many things that continue to be offered.

"You still have morning dew here?" Locke asked curiously, thinking that this thing was only available to the Night Elves.

"Oh! And rum? ”

"Yes! Both! There's a goblin caravan here today, and we've bought some supplies from them, but it's expensive, greedy goblins! Demitina sat down and complained.

"The rest of the food is fine, it's only a little more expensive, and if you order these wines, I'm afraid the price is a bit high." Demitina straightened her clothes and said, "After all, it's a special thing now, and it's really not easy for these goblins to come from the southernmost tip of the continent, and there are so many monsters on the way. ”

"Two roasts, a glass of morning dew, a glass of rum, four pumpkin pies, well, that's all for now." Locke said, looking at the menu.

"Okay! Two roasts, a glass of morning dew, a glass of rum, four pumpkin pies, what more? Demitina pulled a pen and paper from her chest and quickly recorded it.

"That's all for now." Locke watched Demytina record quickly, and Locke was speechless for a while.

"Okay!" Demitina finished recording, and then stuffed the pen and paper into her chest. She looked up and saw Locke looking at her strangely, and couldn't help laughing, then blinked her eyes and electrocuted Locke before leaving.

He smiled helplessly, Demitina had always been so bold, he was used to it.

Then he thought of those goblins, the drive of interests was really huge, they were able to open the passage between Tirisfa and the southern continent so quickly, in order to make money that is now inaccessible, which also fully reflects the characteristics of the goblin race.

It's like the goblin slang.

Time is money, my friend!

Thinking of this, Locke also laughed, there were too many places where goblins were famous in his previous life, and this was much more than that.

"Hey, Mr. Crusader, seeing you smiling so happily, can we sit at a table with you?"

A high-pitched, shrill voice came from behind Locke, and he turned his head to look.

The green creatures in front of them were only about 3 feet tall, their ears were large and broad, and they were as sharp as elves at the tips of their ears, and the top of their heads with bare, green skin had only a few scattered hairs, and their noses were large and long protruding, and their eyes were deeply sunken.

The green thing in the lead was looking at him without blinking, his sly gaze looking at the armor and battle robe on his chest.

"You see, it's all full of people, and we don't have a place to sit." The goblin stretched out his green fingers and stood on the bench to point at the lively crowd around him.

Yes, everyone in the inn deliberately avoided their high-ranking crusader officials, and they wouldn't come even if they didn't have seats, and they dared to come over, which was more speculative.

The green thing was dressed in some small pieces of armor, and behind him, two goblins stood as if they were his subordinates.

Although it was only a glance, Locke immediately guessed what they were.

That's right, goblins!

The goblin race has no trust at all. The general prejudice against goblins is that they will sell their best friends for a bag of gold, but this prejudice is not entirely unfounded, and many goblins may consider it, and some even do it.

The truth is that few goblins can properly combine a keen sense of business with a certain level of morality.

Goblins are so greedy that they can destroy entire nature or entire races to craft gold nuggets. If they could, they would sell their mothers for a single silver coin. In fact, many goblins do this often.

Slavery, which may be considered illegal elsewhere, is a legal trade among goblins, and the possession and sale of slaves is de facto an order under their social system.

This little green ghost has very big nerves!

In short, as long as you have money, they will provide you with everything

Locke couldn't help but laugh as he thought back to their previous life.

Seeing that Locke only smiled and didn't let them sit down, the leading goblin said impatiently, "Time is money, my friend!" ”

The voice of the goblin, slightly sharp, but not very serious. Locke grinned even more as he heard the familiar language echo in his ears, and he got up and invited the goblins to sit across from him.

There were a few humans around pointing at the goblins, after all, they weren't common before, they had only heard of it.

The three goblins quickly squeezed over, and one of them sat down on one side of the table, and the leading goblin cleared his throat and spoke.

"Well, you look like a big man of the Crusaders. Can we negotiate a deal? The goblin rubbed his nose, and his soybean-like eyes glowed with a blazing yellow glow!

Locke had the illusion that he was looking at himself as if he were looking at a large pile of moving gold coins.

At this moment, Demitina walked over, and behind her, a new waiter brought Locke's food and wine to the table.

"Three... Forehead.... Eat something?! Demytina looked at the goblins and asked in a tangled manner, she wanted to say something about the three goblins, but she thought it was rude.

"Hey, Zacks, how about we eat some meat?" A goblin got up from his stool and said to the goblin in the middle, "We've been nibbling on pies all the way!" Yes! I'm just fed up! ”

The goblin stood up and pounded his chest, pretending to vomit.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Kosta, watch your tone, I'm your head. The goblin named Zax said to his companion dissatisfied, "You still want to eat meat?" It's nice to have pies to eat! However, if you pay for it, I have no opinion, so bring me a copy by the way. ”

"As a trader, Zax, you're a terrible bastard!" The goblin pointed disapprehantly at his leader, and Zax's nose said, "Look at the trader Obi, who has sold all their goods and is back to Treasure Cove for their next trade." If it weren't for you, insisting on crossing the damn Silver Pine Forest overland, would we be surrounded by the undead? Will we be delayed for so long? Let Obi overtake us and dump all the goods! ”

"Shut up! Kosta, it's not my fault! Don't you agree? Zax jumped to his feet, and the two goblins were about to fight each other.

"Hey, hey, I'm eating here, can I be quiet?" Locke took the wine glass and drank the morning dew wine comfortably, and a smell like the morning of a spring forest flowed through him.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Crusader Bigwig." Zax, the goblin, stood on a stool and bowed his head, apologizing to Locke, and then speaking at Demytina. "Hey, chick, we don't need anything. Yes! No need to stare at us, we don't need anything! ”