Red Ridge Mountain is bordered by Sorrow Swamp to the south, while Elwyn Forest is bordered to the west. Fish and grains are abundant, and the climate is pleasant, with tranquil forests and wide lakes making it a great place to live, and many citizens of Stormwind choose it as a first choice for their vacation.

The town is the largest human settlement at the southern foot of the Red Ridge Mountains, and it is located on the shore of the largest freshwater lake in the area, Zhishui Lake, which is also the origin of its name.

Lakeside Town is probably home to hundreds of human-inhabited houses, most of which are located on the northern shore of the western fjords of Zhishui Lake, with south-facing windows on the hillside. Most of these houses are built with local timber, and although they are a little simple, they appear harmonious and warm, natural and comfortable.

During the First Orc War, the orcs who passed by burned the place to the ground, but after the victory, the tenacious Lakeside townspeople rebuilt their home and built it even more beautiful than before.

Walking west along Lakeside Avenue is Lakeside Town Hall, which is the center of government affairs here. Next to it, there is a small inn. It was built a long time ago, before the orcs invaded and trade between Lordaeron and Stormwind was still frequent. Because Lakeside Town was an important link on the golden trade route at that time, whether it was from the Elwyn Forest in the west, the Twilight Forest in the southwest, the Swamp of Sorrow in the south, or even the Valley of Thorns further south, to the Ironforge Castle, Riptide Castle and Lordaeron in the north. At that time, news could be heard from far and wide in this inn, and the wealthy citizens of Stormwind City liked to come here to listen to all kinds of strange rumors when they came here for vacation.

No matter how the outside world changes, the inn in Lakeside Town is still standing, and the key is the Fimir family who run the inn. Even during the period when Lakeside Town was destroyed by the orcs, this inn has been preserved, which has to be said to be a miracle, you know, those orcs don't know what respect for history and tradition is, they only know what to burn and loot, almost born to be beasts born for war.

When the night was getting darker and the two moons were already hanging in the night sky, Diego and his party walked to the door of the inn. But even then, the inn is still closed, and it's the perfect meeting place for Lakeside residents who like to have some fun, and a place for adventurers like Diego to rest after a long journey. Sometimes, some travelers (mostly dwarves) who pass through here and head to the Blackstone Mountains occasionally stop here. News of the battle at the Stone Fort had not yet reached the town, and it was still quiet and peaceful, even the flickering fires on the other side of the distant lake did not attract attention.

For guests from afar, the exterior of the inn alone is very comfortable. With its ridged brown roof and warped rafter, this brick and wood building is neither majestic nor glittering, but it exudes warmth and comfort. The Southern-style two-story building sits on the north side of Lakeside Avenue and is at least three times larger than the building next to it. It has a short porch. The door was open, and the warm yellow light poured out of it, illuminating the hearts of the night travelers.

Next to the porch stood two lampposts, each with an elven wind lamp. On one side of the porch hangs a small sign that reads, in blue paint, "Lakeside Town Hotel". Many of the upstairs rooms are faintly lit through thick curtains, reminiscent of sumptuous dinners and warm, soft beds.

They led their mounts to the door of the inn, and the female barern took the reins from their hands and led the two horses and a Kodo to the back stable. She didn't look strange at all about the size of the Kodomon.

"Use the best feed, it's best to add some calming flowers or silver leaf grass, otherwise you will lose fat!" Diego admonished uneasily.

"Of course, sir, but you have to pay for the finest forage," said the girl, pausing and turning her head to look at the Kodomon, "and this big creature has to be doubled!" ”

"No problem, just take care of them, they won't lose your tip." Diego said magnificently.

The group walked into the porch. Diego, who was at the front, almost ran headfirst into a stout human with flaxen hair. Dressed in a white apron, he was running past them with a plate full of roasted meat.

"We want to ......" Diego was interrupted as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Coming soon!" The man shouted back, and was drowned out again by the crowd of customers and the pervasive heat. Before the travelers could figure out what was happening, he rushed out again, wiping his hands on his apron.

"Good night, boys!" He bowed, "Do you need anything?" ”

"If possible, we want a large room with three beds, are you Mr. Fymir?" Diego asked tentatively. This Fimir is famous throughout the lakeside town, is he the proprietress Brianna? Fimir's husband, and they also have a beautiful daughter, Gloria? Fimir. Diego glanced down the hall and saw the blonde girl busily weaving through the crowd, holding a tin flask in one hand and a plate of roasted quail in the other. She was tall and soft, with long blond hair reflecting the light, and Diego heard the heavy breathing of someone coming from behind him.

"That's right! My name is Sherman. Sherman? Fimir awaits your command! The boss greeted warmly, and he turned sideways and led them through the crowded hall, "You're from the north, aren't you?" He asked suddenly.

"That's right, we're from the Burning Plains, how do you see that?" Wendthor asked warily

"It smells of sulfur, and everyone who comes from there smells like this," said the boss, pointing at them, his face full of admiration, "how many years has no one done it in just three people across the entire Burning Plains?" Sir, may I have this pleasure to ask for your honorable name? ”

"Tom? Cruise, his name is Brad? Pete," Diego said naturally, he was already very skilled at talking about this, and he pointed to Wendsol, "This is Leonardo?" DiCaprio. ”

"Welcome to all of you!" The innkeeper welcomed again, but at the same time smiled apologetically, he seemed to be very talkative, which may be a common trait of those who do this business, "It's a busy day, but I'll try to help you make arrangements." Many of the travelers who had been delayed had to stay here because the orcs from the north had called, but luckily, there was a suite left on the second floor, and you should be able to live there, but I think you haven't had dinner yet. Please come with me first! ”

He led them up the stairs to the second floor (Diego had to kick Masrae to get him to move), then opened a door.

"This is the biggest room here, I hope it's to your liking." He walked over, lit the candle on the table, and placed a brass rattle on the table, "If you want something, shake the rattle, and I'll come." Now I've got to prepare dinner for you! ”

He stammered down the stairs. The three of them sat down around the square table, and only then did they have a chance to look around.

It was the outer room of a very comfortable suite, with a roaring fire in the fireplace. In front of the fireplace are a few low, comfortable chairs, and a small round table covered with a white cloth. It's for those who want to relax after dinner or have a drink. Masrae saw at a glance that there were several dwarven stouts on the low table.

In the corners of the walls on either side of the door, there are two wooden cabinets in which travelers can safely store their personal belongings - to be honest, while the town is full of dangers and full of jackals, fishmen and orc robbers, the interior of Lakeside is very peaceful and peaceful, and there are very few thefts in this simple town, so travelers don't have to worry about their money.

Directly on the side of the fireplace, there are some daily utensils such as washbasins and buckets. The group then went to wash first. Although both druids and hunters can easily survive in the wilderness, things like showering and bathing are still very inconvenient, and adventurers have long wanted to clean their personal hygiene.

After washing off the dust, they sat comfortably in front of the fireplace, enjoying a cold dwarven stout. At this time, Sherman? Fimir came in again. He was carrying a full plate, Gloria? Fymir followed him, a basin of cutlery and tablecloths in his hands. Diego felt Masrae stiffen again.

In less than a minute, the table was set. On the table were steaming lamb chops, wild boar ham and lots of bacon, as well as a few freshly baked breads, the inn's homemade cherry pie and elf-flavored darassus cheese, and of course, the lakeside specialty, the spotted sunfish, a delicious fish that can only be found in the water-stopping lake of the Red Ridge Mountains, for which the fishermen of Lakeside Town and the fish-men of the east side of the lake have fought many times.

These are all dishes that are famous throughout Azeroth, and the taste is authentic enough to make them let go of their last fears - in fact, after drinking dark beer, Masrae's wariness melts in half.

The boss stood for a few more moments, and finally said goodbye to the guests.

"If you're done eating, you can go downstairs and have fun," he said, standing in the doorway. Or you can just go to bed. If you want to relax, you'll be welcome. It's not often that we've seen a brave man who dares to cross the Burning Plains with three people! You'll love to hear your adventures along the way, but of course, it's up to you what you think! If you need anything, just rattle! ”

They had a very good meal, and the three of them worked hard for an hour. During the journey of nearly a month, they had been living on dry food, and they were about to become constipated. Guan Haifa eats more, and he loves meat, eating two wild boar ham and three pieces of bacon until he burps. After a full meal, everyone except Wendthor decided to wander the halls.

But Wendsol felt it was too crowded down there.

"I think it's better to sit in front of the fire and take a quiet rest, maybe wait and then go out and get some fresh air. More importantly, I needed to talk to someone to find out what was going on in the league during my absence. He said worriedly.

Diego and Masrae made their way downstairs to the lobby of the inn, but Guan Haifa was left in his room.

The innkeeper called "everyone" stayed in the lobby of the inn. After Diego's eyes adjusted to the lighting of the hall, he realized that the so-called group was really everyone. The main lighting in the hall comes from the harsh flames in the fireplace, because the oil lamps hanging from the ceiling are added with low-quality animal fat, which not only smells pungent, but also emits a very dim light. Sherman? Fimir finally seemed less busy, and was standing by the fireplace, chatting with a few townspeople he knew well. The benches in the hall were filled with all sorts of guests: locals, wealthy people from Stormwind on vacation, a dozen traveling merchants, and in the dark corner behind the porch, there were a few vague figures who looked like adventurers like Diego.

Diego sat down in a corner against the wall, he wasn't interested in making small talk with the people around him, just pricking up his ears to hear if there was any new news about Stormwind. Instead, Masrae sat at the bar of the bar, and quickly chatted with the people around him - it wasn't difficult, a glass of dwarven liquor could make him pour beans in a bamboo tube, and he could say everything, and for the people here, an elf from the distant continent of Kalimdor, and a night elf who didn't look so arrogant, it was quite popular.

However, the Night Elf's mouth is quite tight today, he did not reveal the identity and origin of his group, just talked about some anecdotes and stories during the journey, and did not drink heavily, perhaps this has something to do with his deliberate maintenance of his demeanor, because the eyes of this second goods have been rolling with a certain girl in the hall, without blinking.

Locals and travel merchants alike were mostly talking about recent events, but there was no good news, and Diego was already familiar with them. It seems that the southern part of the entire Eastern Kingdom continent is now in turmoil, and although it is not as bloody and sparse as in the north, it is annoying enough - the brutal Blackstone Orcs of the Red Ridge Mountain, the Brotherhood of Defia in the Western Wilderness, the living dead roaming the Twilight Forest, and the cannibal trolls of the Thorn Valley......