Early the next morning....

Locke sat quietly in the inn, with a plate of roast meat, a glass of milk, and a plate of old high sweet bread on the table in front of him.

He leisurely ate his breakfast, waiting for his companions who had not yet woken up. The streets of Talenmere can also be heard clearly with the sound of people talking.

The voices of crying, scolding and anger did not affect him in the slightest.

It was civilians living in Tarummir, disposing of the corpses of the undead left by yesterday's battle. In fact, the dark magic is not very contagious in Tarummere, which seems to have something to do with Darkan's disappearance.

There weren't many civilians infected with the plague, and those who were unlucky enough were killed by the undead at the beginning of the town's riots, and eventually got up trembling again.

Most of the cries came from the families of the dead townspeople, and the loss of their husbands, wives, and children was undoubtedly a very painful thing in such an environment.

It could even change their fate.

For too long, Locke had seen too many of these scenes. His originally soft heart has also become a little harder. He wasn't the rookie who would be sad for many days when he saw this kind of situation.

Locke didn't want to be too troubled, and he didn't want to worry too much. He just took care of himself in the inn, munching on bread and drinking milk, and occasionally picking up the roast meat on the plate and taking a bite.

Even if his hands are full of fat, he doesn't care. What could be more important than filling your stomach?

In fact, the mayor of this town and the local nobles had already paid a visit to him yesterday, and these well-informed people knew who they were in Lordaeron now, and they were not commoners who didn't know anything.

To Locke's surprise, they didn't ask for their troops to help Talummir. On the contrary, they look at themselves with an unconcealed wariness and even hostility.

It didn't take long for Locke to realize that Lordaeron had been in a state of disintegration for a long time, and the consequences had begun to emerge.

The lords and nobles everywhere, after experiencing the initial fear, have gradually stabilized. In their hearts, those ambitions that should not belong to them are also beginning to become blatant.

This is the consequence of not having a king, if the Minethil family has even one heir, not even a woman.....

Locke pondered in his mind as he dealt with the roast in his hand.

It seems that the Crusaders must expand their influence in the hills of Hillsbrad, otherwise the nobility of the region will inevitably develop the idea of self-government, and even independence is not impossible.

You know, the kingdom of Stormgard is on the Arathi Heights to the east. They can be said to have turned a blind eye to the catastrophe that befell Lordaeron, and of course, it has to do with the problems they are facing now.

However, it cannot be denied that the ambitions of the noble lords in this region may also be related to their instigation.

During his time as King Terenus, Lordaeron had a dispute with Riptide Castle over the division of the kingdom of Alterac. It's just that King Terenas was too strong at the time and forcibly annexed Alterac to Lordaeron.

It seems that from then on, the highland country of Stormgard gradually deliberately distanced itself from Lordaeron.

"Well, that's so unpleasant," Locke muttered inarticulately.

"Hey! Don't call me for stealing!! ”

Tyri appeared behind Locke at some point, and she slapped Locke on the back as she watched the former pour all the milk on him from the sudden start, and then sat down next to him with a grin.

Locke hurriedly stood up, pulled a rag from his body, wiped the milk from his chest, and glared at Tyri.

"You took my money bag, and left me with only an empty bag, and I haven't settled accounts with you yet!" Locke sat back angrily and asked the waiter to refill himself with a glass of milk, "I saved you, ma'am, shouldn't you thank me?" ”

"By the way, give me back my money?"

Tyri was lying on the table, her head propped up with one hand, her blue eyes revealing a sly look.

"Do you want to get back the money that fell into our dragon's pocket? Especially a female dragon. Tyri deliberately pronounced the word 'female' very seriously, reminding Locke that she wasn't going to take out the money.

How many mortals dare to ask a dragon for money?

Locke reluctantly sat back in his chair and continued his breakfast. It's just that his heart twitched for a while.

That's more than 15,000 gold coins!!

"An-la, didn't you say you were a big nobleman?" Tyri fiddled with the ruby she had bought yesterday in her hand and said casually, "This money may only be a quarter's tax for you." ”

Locke snorted resentfully and said, "Shouldn't my army eat?" The family behind them doesn't need to eat? My territory doesn't need to be developed anymore? What about those who depend on me? ”

Tyri carefully tucked away the gem, and then she looked at Locke with a smile and watched him eat without saying a word.

Locke glared at her boredly and tried to continue eating, but there was such a beautiful woman watching from the side, which made it difficult for Locke, and his appetite gradually lost a little.

"I said, you took so much of my money, you don't want me to invite you to dinner, do you?"

Tyri scoffed at Locke's questioning, then pointed to the things on the table and said to Locke, "That's not enough to put between my teeth, you know?" ”

"I eat at least one full-grown split-hoof cow in one meal. Do you know how much they weigh? ”

Locke put down the barbecue in his hand when he heard this, looked at her petite elf body, and immediately reacted.

Yes, she's a dragon, not a human...

"Besides, we eat at regular times," Tyri said to Locke about the habits of their dragons, "and we usually choose to eat before we go on a mission. Because in the place where the mission is carried out, there is no guarantee that enough food will be found. ”

"That's right," Locke nodded, "you're usually big eaters, which is why your population isn't too big. ”

While chatting with Tyri, the dwarves and his non-human hunters also stepped down to enjoy some of the food they had been waiting for from humans.

Yesterday, Huck had succeeded in getting Carré to accept them with his men in the final defection. And in this town, because of the brave battles of the orcs Goetz and the troll Volley and Gini against the Scourge Legion, the civilians here have temporarily accepted them, allowing them to live in this inn for a night.

Of course, this costs some gold coins, as well as a guarantee from Locke.

"Hey, boy, can you treat me, the old dwarf, and my hunters to a drink?" Huck quickly came over and sat down across from Locke, rummaging through his pockets for Locke to see, "Last night, I spent all our gold..."

Locke couldn't help but look at Huck's flushed face.

Dwarves are generally very good at drinking, and don't look at the fact that their faces turn red when they drink, which makes people feel that they will get drunk immediately. But after an hour, you will find that the dwarves are still the same. On the contrary, those who tried to fight him for wine had already fallen.

"Shorty, you're a dragon hunter... A hunter. Tyri still couldn't let go of the fact that they had caught her, and she said angrily, "How can you be so poor?" ”

"Hey, give our dwarven friends, as well as Goz, Wally, and Gini, three portions of food and wine each, count it on me." Locke stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and the bartender at the bar quickly answered and rushed to the back kitchen.

"Oh! Volley wants to eat barbecue! Voli all want to be grilled! The troll Volley stammered at the bartender in a half-baked lingua franca.

"Volley, sit down, you're making such a fuss!" The troll Gini pulled his companion, then he stood up and yelled at the bartender, "Hey! Mankind! Give me as much barbecue as he does! Add more chili peppers! ”

Locke looked at them with a smile, the orc Goetz didn't speak, he sat on the wooden bench of the inn, his green skin looked like the Hulk, he saw Locke look over, he put one hand on his chest and tapped it, showing his respect to Locke.

When they entered the inn yesterday, they really scared the innkeeper and waiters half to death, and if it wasn't for their repeated guarantees, everyone in the inn would have run away...

However, after the evening of revelry, everyone in the inn became familiar with these non-human races, and their simplicity and simplicity left a deep impact on all humans who came into contact with orcs and trolls.

They'll think, oh, these three guys are funny, except for their hateful appearances, they are not as brutal as they remember.

However, this is what distinguishes the wandering orcs from Durontar's well-organized tribe.

In short, orcs are still dangerous, and the behavior of the orcs and trolls in front of them is not representative of all the tribe members.

"Thank you, young man." Locke turned his head to look back at the dwarf Huckin, the white-haired dwarf looked at Locke sincerely, "You are a generous nobleman, unlike the nobles I know. ”

"You're welcome, you've helped us after all."

Locke smiled, and before he could say anything, the waiter had already begun to serve what he had just ordered.

Unlike the dwarves, the waiter still trembled towards the orcs and trolls, served all the barbecue, and quickly fled back to the bar.

"I propose, to thank you for your generosity, let's have a drink together!" Huck picked up the inferior ale in his hand, his Adam's apple swallowing continuously.