Chapter 55: The Search for the Northern Expeditionary Army (Page 1/1)

Northrend, a very strange feeling. As soon as Valeera landed on the shore, she felt a sense of relaxation. Compared to Stormwind, the climate here is too cold, in early summer, the sea is still carrying ice slag, the air is mixed with the smell of snowflakes, and the distant mountains appear hazy at the end of the sight. It was an endless cloudy day. However, the cold wind made Valera feel vibrate, this is the place where the assassins belong, this is the battlefield that belongs to the strong. Stormwind is too warm and cozy, too cozy, and that big garden-like city only wears away the will and spirit of the people.

Valera had a hunch that this was the place she was supposed to be. Yes, she was convinced that she had come to the right place. On the docks, people come and go. Workers were busy unloading their cargo, while the wounded lined up to board ships in turn and head to Lordaeron or Stormwind for treatment. Of course, most of these wounded are already crippled, and their bodies are mostly incomplete, otherwise the priests and paladins on the front line would have healed them.

Valera had heard that both Lordaeron and Stormwind had a rule that a soldier who had been disabled in the line of duty would receive a government pension for the rest of his life when he returned home. During the war, the state treasury was in difficulty, and although this pension was not much, it was considered a fulfillment.

Walking through the hustle and bustle of the docks, Valeera puts her cloak over her head, not only to keep out the cold, but also to disguise her identity. However, that slender and sexy figure still makes it easy to identify her as a blood elf.

Dreadnought Fortress, built on top of three large ships, with four piers extending from the stern of the ship, forming the prototype of the fortress. After more than a year of renovation and construction, it has become a small city in the north. Within the stone city walls, there are houses and markets, and people come and go.

Humming a ditty, Valera came to a tavern. Like all human towns, the Tavern is always the best place to get information. Although there is often a miasma of smoke and miasma, fish and dragons are mixed.

Ordering a glass of dwarven liquor and a few plates of vegetarian food, Valera sat down in her seat, quietly observing the people around her. These sailors and townspeople were often rude in their words and deeds, and they smelled of alcohol. For sailors who have been adrift at sea for a long time, the most enjoyable thing to do when they get off land is to go to the tavern and enjoy not only the wine, but also the beautiful people. Therefore, except for the capital city of Stormwind, the towns on the border of the kingdom are generally very developed in prostitution.

In less than five minutes from her seat, Valera had seen at least three girls pick up the guests...... They were carried upstairs directly by the sailors who were covered in alcohol, and while they were "struggling", they were smiling like flowers. Valera felt sick. In Stormwind, there are very few images like this. Or rather, most of them were in the filthy and filthy Old Town, where Valeera barely set foot during her recuperation.

Despite her nausea, she quickly heard the message she wanted.

In the corner, several hunters returning from the north talked about what they had seen in the north in recent months......

"He was alone, alone! One man and one sword, killing into the army of the undead, like a god descending, there is no opponent! Ares alone, yes, alone, slew thousands of undead......"

The young hunter drank a little wine and spoke eloquently of the great battle that had taken place in the Dragonbone Wilderness two months earlier. As if he himself was there at the time. Although the human hunter was not at the scene at all, he almost fell to his death in the grizzly bear hills, thousands of miles away, hunting antelope...... All the legends about the Ember Bringer were heard after returning from Grizzly Hills. Sometimes legends are so magical because it's just legends...... Ten and ten, and when Ares only killed a hundred undead, he reached the port and became a thousand...... If it reaches Lordaeron, it may become 10,000, and then it reaches Stormwind City, and it is estimated that Ares will become a god, slaughtering 100,000 undead alone...... That's the power of legends......

"Yes, I saw it too, a cloud of golden light exploded in the pile of undead, and hundreds of them were sent flying in an instant! And his teammates, still watching from the back, can't help at all! ”

Another hunter responded. The more they talked, the more excited they became, and they even boasted to each other about who was closest to the Ember Bringer at that time. In fact, no one was present. People need heroes, and heroes are the ones who can turn the tide, who must be blessed by God with extraordinary courage and boldness. However, the real Ares has nothing, and like ordinary people, there will be pain, bloodshed, exhaustion and sickness.

"You've been part of the Silver Crusade?"

Valera pricked up her ears to listen to the conversation between the two, walked over slowly, sat down at the table, and asked with a grim face.

At first, the two drunken hunters didn't pay attention, and the tall, lanky man with a beard went straight back—"Of course, not only did we participate in the Northern Expedition, we also fought on the front lines, and my bow killed three skeleton soldiers......" he replied triumphantly. The other Humpty Dumpty Hunter was not far behind, and he casually remarked—"Fart, any ghoul can scare him into pee, you haven't been to the front line at all." ”

After the two argued, they turned their heads and found a super good-looking girl sitting in front of them. Valera wore a cloak, and the two drunks couldn't see her face clearly, but they could see the elf's pointed ears and delicate chin. The skin there is fair and moving, and the pink mouth and straight chest make people feel the urge to sin all the time.

Even with herself wrapped tightly, Valeera could still feel the lustful gaze that the two disgusting humans were casting at her. But in order to inquire about the news, she held back for the time being.

But the two human hunters didn't hold back. They had been hunting in the wilderness for half a year, and their instinctive needs had long been suppressed to the extreme, and now, seeing this pure young girl, they were willing to let them spend a year's savings on a night.

The tall, lanky man quickly moved to Valeera's side, "Tell me, what do you want to know?" Something about the army? Or is there news about the treasures on this continent? If you want to know this, then congratulations, you've found the right person. ”

As he spoke, the tall and lanky hunter leaned in and touched Valeera's waist. Valeera, who couldn't bear it anymore, instantly made a move, and at a speed that was inaudible to the naked eye, she directly reached out and pinched the hunter's neck. Her Hidden Blade almost reached out of her cuffs. The cold blade of the sword pressed against the hunter's neck, and the tall and thin hunter, who was still drunk just now, was suddenly frightened into a cold sweat. He remained motionless, like a statue being held in the hands of a weak-looking blood elf girl. Even the Humpty Dumpty man in front of him was frightened, and the lust he had just started suddenly dissipated. Although such a woman is good-looking, she is too terrible, and if she can't do it, her life will be gone in the next second......

"Tell me where to find the Northern Expeditionary Army."

At this time, Valera no longer used an inquiring tone, but directly ordered coldly.

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