As night falls, candle lanterns are lit in the streets of Fireplace Valley, and light dispels the darkness. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

By the dim light of the candles, Locke found an inn, and he couldn't wait to push the door open and walk in. The day's running had left him unusually hungry and tired, and Locke felt that he could now eat a cow.

Pushing open the curtain of the hotel, the noise came to the surface. Locke glanced around, and there were no empty tables in the inn.

So he chose not to sit at the same table with others.

"Hey, soldiers. Can I sit with you? ”

Locke came to the long table where a group of soldiers were sitting, and said that Locke preferred to eat with the soldiers than the others.

"Didn't you see we were full?! You just can't....! Oh! I'm sorry! Sir! OK! Absolutely! Locke's uninvited arrival made the soldiers a little unhappy, but when they saw Locke's robes and armor, they all stood up in surprise.

"I'm sorry, it's me who interrupted your dinner." Locke smiled and patted the nearest soldier on the shoulder, "Everyone sit!" Just treat me like an ordinary soldier! ”

The soldiers did not sit down, although Locke said so, but no one dared to treat Locke as an ordinary person, let alone the robe on his chest that represented status!

In desperation, Locke had no choice but to sit down by himself, and then the others sat down stiffly.

Inferior ale, wheat cakes, a few turkey legs, and a large pot of smorgasbord were the soldiers' dinner.

The soldiers looked at Locke stiffly, and no one dared to speak loudly, eat or drink, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

In order to liven up the atmosphere, one of the leading ensigns said with a smile, "Sir, we just finished patrolling outside. So everyone decided to celebrate...."

"You know how dangerous it is out there, we just want to relax, oh! That's right! We are now on vacation! So drink some wine...."The second lieutenant looked at Locke with a blank eye, although he didn't know Locke, but he knew Locke's battle robe, and anyone who could wear this kind of battle robe could decide their life and death casually!

The Crusaders had very strict discipline and were strictly forbidden to drink alcohol in the military camp during their missions!

Locke didn't reply, he reached out and snapped his fingers in the air.

The waitress at the bar responded to the call.

"Hello, gentlemen. Do you need anything else? ”

"What's the best wine you've got here?" Locke asked, looking up at the waitress.

"Well, the finest ale from Ironforge, the morning dew from the Elven Kingdom, and our homegrown Fireplace Valley ale."

"Is that all?" Locke asked with a frown.

The hostess said helplessly, "Guest, it's good that we have something to drink in Fireplace Valley now, there are nearly 200,000 people in the entire Fireplace Valley, and %1% of these people will come here every day to choose a drink." And the outside world transportation is intermittent. ”

"Okay, okay!" Locke waved his hand, and he took out a gold coin and placed it in the hostess's hand, "Wine, meat, whatever." ”

When the originally reserved soldiers heard this, they probably already understood what was going on. Immediately, they all rubbed their hands happily, and they couldn't hide the excitement on their faces.

"Sir! How can you break the bank? The second lieutenant was ecstatic, "I'm here for a treat!" It's just a meal, and it doesn't cost a few silver coins. ”

"It's okay, it's just like you said for dinner." Locke grinned, and the soldiers around him echoed the laughter.

"Oh yes! Arrange a room for me. Locke instructed the hostess, who had not yet left, "I don't want anyone to disturb me, so I'd better be quiet!" ”

Locke placed another silver coin in the hostess's hand, "Here's your tip." ”

"Yes sir! Your order will be coming soon! The hostess left happily.

In order not to make the scene cold, Locke took the initiative to communicate with the soldiers, asking them about their food, clothing and daily life, and the soldiers also answered decently.

After waiting for a while, the second lieutenant seemed to think that this was not the way to go, so he asked a little embarrassed.

"Sir, I'm sorry I really don't know who you are," the second lieutenant rubbed his hands together and looked at Locke suspiciously, "I know who every high-ranking officer in the Hearth Valley is, but I don't know you, my lord..."

Locke laughed, and at this time, led by the waitress, a group of chefs came over with barrels.

"Gentlemen, No, this is the wine you want!" The hostess pointed to the half-man-tall barrel behind her, "The dwarven ale is gone, you definitely don't need our locally produced wine, and now there is only this half barrel of morning dew wine left, I don't know if this is okay?" ”

The chefs piled up the bottom of the barrel so that it was just as high as the table, and in the lower part of the barrel body, a hose was attached to it to catch the wine.

"Of course you can!" Locke nodded, "Get all the meat we need as soon as possible." ”

The soldier sitting by the barrel had already unscrewed the valve on the faucet, and glasses of fragrant morning dew were served in the glass.

The fine wine from the continent of Kalimdor made the soldiers drool, and in this world of activities that lacked entertainment, drinking was the best entertainment. Suffice it to say, anyone in Azeroth is a taster, and if this were said to the dwarves, they would say they were master tasters.

Locke picked up the wine glass in front of him, and the other soldiers also picked up the wine glasses and looked at Locke with a restrained expression.

"This first glass of wine is a tribute to our great Lordaeron!"

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

The soldiers excitedly echoed Locke's actions, and took their glasses and drank them.

"This second cup is to our family, whether they are there or not, we must always live strongly, only alive can we take revenge!"

After saying that, Locke raised his head and drank it directly in one gulp, and the same was true of the soldiers, who looked at Locke with a smile, they began to like this cheerful commander, and at the same time the restraint gradually left.

"The third cup is to our comrades-in-arms and ourselves, we can only survive on the battlefield by relying on each other and helping each other, cheers!"

The aroma of morning dew wine continued to linger in his mouth, and after three glasses of wine, Locke finally stopped feeling thirsty.

At the same time, plates of roast pork were served on the table.

"Come, let's talk while eating, you're welcome!" Locke beckoned to the soldiers, and the soldiers who had drunk three glasses of wine were no longer restrained. They began to talk and laugh with Locke, munching on meat and drinking wine.

As the only officer present, the second lieutenant could not accompany Locke like the rest of the soldiers. Likewise, he was curious about Locke's true identity.

"I'm Locke Harvey," Locke said to the lieutenant beside him, sipping his wine, "you've probably heard that name. ”

"Oh! Oh, my God! Is that you?! The lieutenant let out a startled cry, a little confused, "I should have thought it should have been you!" ”

"Didn't you go to Stratholme with his leaders, though?" But the lieutenant immediately realized the problem, and he asked suspiciously.

"Yes, but there is a small discrepancy in the middle, I want to come back to your great sage Prosecutor Demitea." Locke put down his wine glass and spread his hands, and said helplessly, "I didn't expect me to come late, and your prosecutor didn't see me at night!" ”

"Sir, you're mistaken." The second lieutenant smiled and said, "Prosecutor Demytia has always been like this, and she is also a good person. Maybe it's because powerful people have some quirks, and we're all used to that. I heard that the Grand Commander and the Lord of Tyran also wanted to write this request of the Demitian prosecutor into the legal code. ”

"Are you Demitian procurators really that godly?" Locke sipped the morning dew in his hand and looked at the ensign in front of him.

Historically, Demytia died on her way from the Hand of Tyre to Stratholme, where she was killed by the Forsaken hired adventurers. If she was a great sage with prophetic powers, why did she foresee that her life would not be in danger?

This is what Locke is most suspicious of.

In the early years of the Crusaders and the Scarlet Crusades, Demetia did help the army achieve a series of victories, and the army was indeed invincible under her prophecy.

Could it be that there are other problems in between?

"Hey! Sir! I'm telling you! I know! Locke's musings were interrupted by a sergeant drinking from the sidelines, and he took over the conversation.

"Looks like it was last month, right?!" The sergeant put down his glass and thought to himself, he turned to the second lieutenant and asked, "Captain, we were ambushed by the undead last month, right?" ”

The second lieutenant nodded.

"On that day, Second Lieutenant Stick, you had something to do, I went to the headquarters to collect the paperwork and seal for the patrol in your place, and I met Prosecutor Demitian at the headquarters." The sergeant touched the foam on his mouth, and he said mysteriously, "No, she's more like waiting for me there." ”

Locke looked at him with interest.

"She stopped me and told us to be careful of the undead ambush while we were on patrol!" The sergeant had an admiring look on his face, "At first I didn't take this as a moment, I told the captain about it as a joke. Only the captain took it seriously, bringing a magic alert that we don't normally carry. As a result, while patrolling near Gallon's farm, a horde of undead ambushed us! ”

The sergeant said fearfully, "I've never seen a monster made up of carrion corpses nearly 4 meters tall!" There were more than a dozen of them! They surrounded us! ”

"As you can see, sir, there are only a few of us in this team now, originally there were 25 of us." The sergeant sighed, "In the critical moment, the captain sounded the magic alarm that he carried with him. The mages in Hearthvale opened the portal, and the great sage Demythia came through the portal with a large number of priests to support us! ”

"Since then, we have been convinced of the competence of the Demitian prosecutor." The sergeant took a sip of the wine, "Whether others believe it or not, I choose to believe in the Great Sage, because this is a lesson summed up with blood. ”