Vanessa didn't ask Uncle Panda what he was doing here, and since he didn't say it, she didn't ask.

They left the farmer where the sow was, and no one said anything about driving the big pig back.

Uncle Panda was afraid that the sow was now in a state of anger and would hurt the farmer, and he thought that this kind of livestock would be able to go back on its own after a while, but Vanessa completely forgot about it.

They soon came to a fork in the road, Vanessa was heading west to Flashgold, and Uncle Pandaman was heading north.

The last time we met in Pingshui, a lot of things are not suitable to say, even if it is fate to meet again this time, she still has some ideas about the storm spirits she drank last time, and wants to get a little more, so she solemnly invites her.

"We'll be in the Wild West next month, and you don't know where the Wild West is? Well, that is, in the southwest of Shanjin Town, a wine festival will be held, and if Uncle Chen has nothing to do at that time, he will come over and play together, right? ”

"Okay, I'll go if I have time! Remember, next time I'll please! ”

"Okay, next time you ...... please"

The two soon separated, and Vanessa returned to Shining Gold to sleep. The next morning, word came that the Jackals and the remnants of the Brotherhood of Defia had been wiped out, and the road had been completely cleared.

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

"They killed my fourteen-year-old son and hanged them!"

Vanessa came out of the inn and saw Bolval. Vortagen's men returned to Shining Gold with prisoners of war, or rather, thieves.

The mantis arm is a car, and that's what they're talking about. Just a few mid-level professionals as the backbone, relying on a large number of gnolls to attack Stormwind City? I was really blinded by greed.

These thieves are not restrained by her, and in the last two months they have committed numerous crimes in the town of Shining Gold and in the nearby villages, and they are unforgivable under the laws of any kingdom.

Boval. The Grand Duke of Fortagen convened a trial in the open space of Shining Gold, and after the meeting, in his name as the regent, he sentenced the thieves to death.

The sound of "Bang Dang" and "Bang Dang" was endless, the pedals were removed, and the thieves hung helplessly in the air, their tongues stretched out, their eyes bulging, and in the eyes of the hatred of the civilians of Shining Gold Town, they ushered in their own end.

Vanessa had been watching from the crowd, most of the hanged people she had never seen, and she was one of those who had no impression at all.

But there were a few of them who looked familiar, they were all Dafan's right-hand men when he led the stonemasons' guild before, and she recognized one named Bakir. Sred's middle-aged man.

The former vice president of the Stonemason Guild, a very amiable person, is now hanged as the leader of the thieves, mixed in a group of scum.

Vanessa sighed, did not take any rescue action, the other party escaped from the prison did not want to run quickly, but mixed with those thieves, ready to attack Stormwind, this is his way to die.

More than fifty thieves from the Brotherhood of Defia were executed at the scene, and the crowd cheered like a tidal wave, some with tears in their eyes, holding their families and crying, and the hall was filled with words such as "Long live the Grand Duke" and "Long live His Highness Fotagen".

The title is very messy, some are called His Highness, and some are called His Majesty.

Bolval didn't mind the salutation, he waved the guards back, walked into the crowd himself, and lifted this one, saying that he was ashamed and that he was late.

Pull that one up and tell him that the Kingdom of Stormwind will be their back, and that the townsfolk can come to Stormwind to find themselves in any trouble.

"Your Majesty the Regent, please help us, we won't survive!" A somewhat discordant voice rang out in the crowd.

It's not just Berval. Vortagen, even Vanessa looked over.

The emaciated middle-aged man squeezed out of the crowd, and with tears on his face, he pointed to a woman on the other side: "The Stonefield sow broke into my farmland and ate all my pumpkins!" She's so vicious! I want you to help me kill that sow, kill it! ”

By sow, he doesn't mean a person, but a pig, a big, big sow......

Vanessa was a little stunned, she had led the sow to the wasteland last night, and there should be no farmland around.

The next moment she almost laughed out loud, and quickly covered her mouth, she stood on a high place, watching His Royal Highness the Regent's face change drastically from a distance, because this picture was so joyful.

His Royal Highness the Lord Regent was embarrassed, he hadn't been so embarrassed for many years since he became a Legendary Paladin and served as the regent of the Stormwind Kingdom.

What did this civilian let him do? Let him be a legendary paladin, the king of a country, to help him kill pigs!

He must not agree, the Holy Light is above, this will become a stain on his life! Being nagged by political enemies for a lifetime, even his children and grandchildren will be disgraced by it.

Killing orcs is politically correct, even if you dye your beard red, there will be no problem, and the people will only admire and love.

But what if you carry a sword and kill a pig?

Boval. Grand Duke Fotagen didn't know a person named He Jin, and he didn't know that the experience of killing pigs had brought a stain that the general would never erase for the rest of his life, but he could think of the consequences.

In the future, when others call him, they will use 'the pig killer' or 'the pig killer' to refer to him, which is a disaster!

Anxiety, worry, anger, and a dilemma put him on fire all of a sudden, and if there were advisers around him, it would help him resolve the unfavorable situation, and he could cover up the past with any excuse. But the black dragon princess didn't want to go to the front of the stage, and returned to Stormwind City early, the thief leader was low-key and frightening, and Boval didn't know if the other party was not at the scene, and wanted his subordinates to help, but he walked into the crowd by himself, and his subordinates were far away, so that he was afraid that his subordinates would not understand.

This sow must not be killed, not only can it not be killed, but its own guards, the first legion of the Storm Kingdom cannot be killed, it has nothing to do with the size, number, and ferocity of the pig! Not even the pigs raised by Sargeras can be killed!

The reputation of the Pig King, the Pig Duke, and the Pig Guard is so ugly!

With a gentle smile on his face, he seemed to be listening to the complaints of the civilians, not to mention the embarrassment in his heart.

As a national leader, he does not lack decisiveness, but he is not good at dealing with specific affairs, he is born in a nobleman, he has no worries about food and clothing, serves the Holy Light, and is promoted to the legendary level, these things are 108,000 miles away from the shortcomings of his parents and the resolution of neighborhood disputes, in other words, he doesn't know how to solve the matter in front of him, he feels that there must be a way other than the sword, but the way of thinking has not switched to that channel, and he just didn't think of a good way for a while.

His eyes swept over the crowd of civilians, and he sighed in his heart, no one opened his mouth to help him find a step down, or give himself an idea!