Vanessa sighed twice, but she sighed and didn't say anything superfluous.

She knew very well that the dwarves were just sympathetic and sorry, and it would be a dream to let them help overthrow the human kingdom.

What's more, it is the Copperbeard tribe that is now in charge of the Ironforge Castle, and the dwarven shaman Bellin. Ran Ling is from the Brute Hammer tribe, the two tribes used to have the same status, and now one is dominant, and the other is in a semi-subordinate state, how delicate is this relationship.

Buying alcohol is just a trivial matter, there are more than 100,000 dwarves in the city, and don't expect the dwarven king to come and receive Vanessa.

After some negotiation with the bearded dwarven grandfather who managed the liquor trade in the trade district, and paid for the receipt, she gathered the fifty dwarven uncles and aunts of the escort, and a group of people walked out of the ironforge like cheerful potatoes, carrying muskets and axes, and singing.

The gender of the dwarf is easy to identify, the one with a beard is an uncle, and the one without a beard is an aunt! Dwarves don't leave Ironforge at her age, so dwarves who can drink and brag are certainly older than her.

The largest wharf near Forgeria is Minethil Harbour, but this port is located to the north of the mountains, while Vanessa's Western Wilderness is to the south. Coupled with the fact that the port is an important human town, the dwarves now have opened up two medium-sized ports on their own to facilitate the passage of their own cargo ships.

The dwarves are well-equipped, well-trained, and at the door of their own homes, and the spirit is not ordinarily strong, occasionally there are blindless beasts or robbers, and a few dwarven warriors rushed over and solved it with two axes.

Amid laughter, the group boarded the van to unload their cargo at a port outside of Stormwind and finally take an overland journey back to the Wild West. Vanessa was so happy that she directly announced the opening of twenty barrels of spirits, allowing everyone to drink openly!

Her wine festival seemed to open early, and the dwarven warriors gulped down their beers, their smiles were contagious, and the anxiety in her heart subsided by listening to the hearty laughter of the dwarven uncles and aunts.

It seems that I really don't have any fate with the law system! She looked at the mark on her wrist again, it was emerald green at first, but now it was faintly visible, she guessed that she had no talent in the way of the druids, and the mark was almost unresponsive now.

The mage's arcane skills are confused, and the druid's natural spells don't seem to work now, and he can't deal with evil powers, right? Or believe in the Light and become a priest?

The more she thought about it, the more tangled she became, lying on the deck, watching the birds flying in the sky, listening to the sound of oars lapping against the sea, and she slowly fell asleep.

There was a "boom" explosion, so that Vanessa almost fell off the deck, but fortunately, she was agile, like a swing, grabbed the cable next to her, turned three hundred and sixty degrees in the air, and stepped on the deck steadily to look around.

Oh, this is called a hilarious below.

I saw two groups of dwarves fighting below.

The group of dwarves with particularly loud voices was his escort, and a group of dwarves like black charcoal were jumping in this direction from another ship.

One of them was tall and strong, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he couldn't see his eyes at all, and this guy had a red beard as bright as a flame, and four or five dwarven warriors were besieging him, and the other party didn't seem to have a weapon in his hand, but none of the dwarven warriors were his opponent.

"Are these people the legendary Black Iron Dwarves?" Vanessa asks the dwarven shaman who was knocked away by the enemy and is now getting up.

"You know so much! That's Colin. Spirits, the famous liquor thief! He's got his eye on your wine! Either you come to help, or you hide...... Colin. Liquor! Dare to sneak attack your grandfather, let you see how good I am! The dwarven shaman had no intention of performing a spell on Vanessa, and he held a large axe with a wheel, facing the man named Colin. The black iron dwarf of the spirits slashed his head and face.

The dwarf shaman is full of momentum, but unfortunately his strength is a little more watery, the opponent's rank is very high, his pace is steady, and his shots are fierce, and he looks like he is at least a high-level warrior.

Even under siege, Colin. The spirits were still very calm, and although the number of people on his side was a little smaller, it was not difficult to defeat fifty dwarven warriors with him as a high-ranking warrior in charge.

Vanessa is still a little dizzy in her head, this Colin. The spirit's name was in a dwarven language, not a lingua franca, and it was pronounced oddly, and she didn't know who it was.

Before, she seemed to have entered the druid's state of distraction again, forcibly awakened, her mind was several beats slower than usual, and her brain turned several times before she realized that this black charcoal head not far away was coming to grab her wine! Vanessa didn't say a word, grabbed her weapon and rushed forward.

Her slender figure didn't attract the attention of Black Charcoal at all, and it wasn't until her dagger cut two bloody cuts between the gaps in the opponent's armor that he turned to look at Vanessa, as if surprised, why this human wanted to attack him.

Vanessa was also surprised, the black charcoal head's armor was too thick! I found her eyes almost blind, only to find a gap, how can I fight?

The black charcoal head has the standard five-short body of a dwarf, the body is particularly strong, the burly muscles and the strong and abnormal armor make her a little bit of a mouse and a turtle can't start.

Armor piercing is a technical job, she doesn't.

The other party's resistance to toxins is even more amazing, and Vanessa's hallucinogenic poison that has always been taken in black and white is stunned to resist.

Black Charcoal poured a sip of liquor to forcibly resist her poison, and even put two oversized metal wine glasses on his fist, slamming them at her like a storm.

The attack was fast and ruthless, Vanessa twisted her waist and flipped on her side, seemingly dodging the attack very lightly, but in fact, the opponent had almost caught up with her speed with the blessing of powerful power.

Without a speed advantage, she faced a heavily armored warrior with a slight mistake that could cost her life.

The old lady has worked hard to get through, but she can't be knocked down by such a garbage as you! She was also ruthless, no longer caring about the consumption of physical strength, her mental power was highly concentrated, like a butterfly wearing flowers, constantly changing directions, daggers and long swords brought out the afterimage of the sky, and rained down on the cracks in the armor of the black charcoal head.

Hallucinogenic poison doesn't work, so use slowing poison, and she still has time to poison her weapon in mid-air.

Two swords were stabbed under the ribs, wrists, neck, cheeks, eyes, wherever the armor could not be seen.

The black charcoal head's original violent movements like a wild boar were directly slowed down by two points, but before Vanessa could be happy, the other party poured another glass of fishy yellow wine, and then snorted, spitting out most of her toxin.

Vanessa: "......"

Don't be so exaggerated, this is too restrained for me!