It was dark at night, but there was hardly anyone sleeping in the town, and every house was lit up. For just south of the town, the roars of monsters and the cries of the night watchmen were heard at this moment, and these sounds let everyone know how fierce the battle was. Thankfully, Baron Rainier, the son-in-law of Duke Elo Eberlock, also took part in the fight against the terrifying monster, a good and reliable fellow who would have entered the town if he hadn't brought someone to help.

The Duke's choice is simply too wise, he should marry Althea to such a great guy! More than one person thinks so.

In the beginning, the wounded were brought in from the south into the town hall, where Ference, the only priest in Nighttown, was busy trying to heal the poor people. But since nightfall, few more wounded have arrived, and some say that the front line is so tight that there is no room for them to send people back.

It rained overnight, and at midnight, a sudden storm came unexpectedly, which increased people's speculation and worry about the situation in the south. Many anxious people braved the rain to come to the Blood Raven Inn, hoping to learn more reliable information from there.

In this town where the sun doesn't shine all day, the Blood Raven Inn is probably one of the favorite places to go. In normal times, there are always people who come here and call for enough wine to get them drunk, get drunk and stagger away. The inhabitants of Nightshade never skimp on their money for drink, because at some point they will die in a werewolf or zombie attack on the village - maybe next time, who knows? Savings became a ridiculous word here.

The innkeepers, Mr. and Mrs. Smitz, are enthusiastic middle-aged people who have been running the inn since their grandfather's time. Smitz was a member of the Kingdom Legion in his youth, until he was shot in the knee during a battle with the Gnolls and was no longer able to wield his heavy shield and battle axe, and returned to his hometown to inherit the inn.

The layout of the first floor of the Blood Raven Inn is the same as most of the small inns in Azeroth, if there is one difference, it is that the second floor has far more rooms than the others, after all, before the fall of Medivan the Guardian, countless nobles of the kingdom were proud to have been invited by Karazhan, and this town is the only way to get there, and the inn is crowded with people almost every day. Even after Medivan was killed by Lothar and Khadgar, there were many scholars interested in history, mages who coveted Medivan's magical knowledge, adventurers who wanted to go on a treasure hunt in Karazhan, and mercenaries hired by the aforementioned people, who were like vultures attracted by carrions and wanted a piece of the legacy of the mysterious tower.

Tonight, however, the inn was almost filled with locals. The women and the old men gathered in the hall on the first floor, anxiously waiting for any news from the south, and anyone who had just entered the inn would be surrounded by them and bewildered until the other party said that he had no news at all, and then dispersed in disappointment.

They waited in this agony, lest the next moment they would hear the terrible news. After about a few hours, the roar of a wild beast was suddenly heard from the south, and almost everyone was startled.

Could it be that other monsters have joined in? Many people thought crankily in their hearts.

"It could be the druids, who often turn into giant bears or cheetahs to fight!" The well-informed boss Smitz speculated that he had seen several Night Elf druids in the gardens of Stormwind and seen their ability to transform into beasts. He knew that this was just his own speculation, and he couldn't do it accurately, but in order to appease this group of women and old people who were on the verge of collapse, he could only think on the bright side. He didn't realize that he had guessed the truth of the facts.

A few more moments later, several muskets were fired from the south, but they were louder than any dwarven musket Smitz had ever seen, followed by another. As if suddenly falling into a deep sleep, the outside of the inn fell silent, and no sound could be heard in the distance except for the sound of the rain. The roars of monsters, the roars of beasts, the cries of men, all disappeared and could not be heard.

Unable to contain the panic in their hearts, the people came out of the inn and looked south in the heavy rain. They vaguely heard what seemed to be a cheer coming from there, and they were somewhat relieved by the sound, but no one was sure that it wasn't their auditory hallucination, and the rain was so loud that it almost drowned out all the sounds.

In this hopeful, but fearful of disappointment, and even more desperate waiting, they saw a running figure appear on the main road to the south. It was a night watchman dressed in gray chain mail.

He stumbled through the torrential rain until he reached the fountain in the middle of the town square. He looked at the hopeful residents of the square, then grinned and shouted.

"Rejoice, we've won!"

The crowd erupted in earth-shattering cheers, and people rushed up and hugged the young man vigorously. Even the pouring rain could not extinguish the joy in the hearts of the people, and the people cheered and danced in the square.

Just then, more figures approached from the main road to the south, soaking wet, covered in mud, and looking exhausted. Seeing these heroes who had fought all night, people stopped celebrating and rushed to help them remove their armor and send the wounded to the town hall for treatment. They also noticed the unfamiliar faces among them, and even without introduction, they could guess that they must have come from reinforcements from somewhere else. For these people, their hearts are full of gratitude.

As more and more people entered the square, the cheering crowd quieted down as they found that the vigil had returned too few, about a quarter of what they had set off. Many people searched for their loved ones among them, but in the end, they were rewarded with endless disappointment and sorrow - in order to protect their families, their relatives died in the way to stop Abomination from rushing to Nighttown.

Sobbs and cries began to ring out in the square, and those who survived fell silent, and they stepped forward to comfort the poor people who had lost their loved ones.

"Diego, my friend, I'm afraid I'll have to leave for a while to get back the guys we lost!" Looking at these grief-stricken people, Baron Rainier said in a heavy tone, "You go to the Blood Raven Inn to rest first, eat something there, have a drink, believe me, you will need these!" By the way, tell Mr. and Mrs. Smitz that all your expenses today are in my account! ”

"I also have two squads guarding the horses in the back, you can let them help carry them!" Diego didn't say anything polite to him, but patted him on the shoulder and whispered. To be honest, the battle with the abomination was easy to do, and it didn't make Diego feel that it was difficult, but it was the difficult trek along the way that exhausted them, not only because of the storm, but also because of the non-stop gallop in the previous two days, the skin on his inner thighs was worn away, and it was stung by the rain, which was called a sour.

Reinier nodded, and his fiancée, Altea Eberlock, left with the Night's Watch once more. They were followed by women and elderly people in horse-drawn carts to collect the bodies of their loved ones.

Diego and Masrae were led by enthusiastic locals to the Blood Raven Inn.

"Welcome our heroes! Praise the Light and may it always be with you! As soon as he entered the door, the enthusiastic boss Smitz shouted loudly.

"Praise forever!" Diego hurriedly responded.

"Guys, I think you'd better go to the guest room and scrub yourself and change into dry clothes," the boss duly brought a dry towel so they could wipe their wet hair, "so that when you come down again, you'll see the steaming hot food for you!" ”

Diego happily accepted the suggestion, and they were led by the hostess Mabel Solash into the upstairs room. To be honest, the living conditions here are not particularly good, after all, what can you expect too much in a perennially dark and damp environment? But the hostess Treleni has done her best, the sheets are changed every day, and two jugs of hot water are delivered to each room every night – of course, in these conditions, you can't expect to take a hot shower every day.

The rooms in the inn are no different from the rest, except for the corners of the roof that are a little mildewy due to the perennial dampness. There are three types of guest rooms, single, double, and suite, and one is for travelers who are more on the line, and a large bunk that can fit about a dozen people in one room. Either way, it's okay to stay in half of the Stormwhip at this inn. In this kind of ghost weather, you couldn't ask for more – which would you choose between lounging by a warm fireplace or sleeping out in a dark forest with heavy rain?

The first thing almost everyone does when they enter the house is to take off their already soaked clothes and change into dry clothes prepared in the closet - a set of slightly damp linen trousers and a shirt. Diego took off the dragon skin armor on his body, and miraculously, the leather armor made of black dragon dragon skin remained dry, even the heavy rain did not make it a little damp.

After washing up, the group returned to the downstairs refreshed.

They were surprised to find that the table was already full of food, ranging from common foods such as wild boar ham, bacon, cornbread, and Stormwind cheese, to Twilight Forest specialties such as black crab cake and dry roast wolf skewers. And on each table there is a bottle of local specialty zombie wine, which is said to be so strong that even the dead can be brought back to life! But in this kind of weather, this spirit is simply too good for the occasion. Comparatively speaking, the moonshine prepared by bartender Hann was not so popular, and only the Night Elves gave face and had a drink.

As it turns out, the deliciousness of the food depends more on whether the diners are hungry or not. For Diego, the meal was very satisfying. They gobbled up and drank strong liquor, as if even the moisture in their bodies had been dispelled.

"If you want me to say, we should salute our hospitable innkeeper with this glass of wine, and wish him good health and always be able to cook such good food for us!" When the wine was full, Diego raised the glass in his hand and shouted happily.

"Best wishes hospitable innkeeper!" Everyone raised their glasses and shouted in response.

In the midst of the commotion, as a matter of custom, the owner Schmitz came out of the back kitchen and came to Diego's table to have a drink to thank the guests for their kindness.

"Boss, do you know where that monster came from today?" The Night Elf on the side asked, with a hint of wine.

Schmitz's face changed slightly, and he didn't seem to want to say anything, but the guys who couldn't stand the Storm Whip were coaxing around.

"Tell me, that big guy has already been killed by us, so what's there to worry about?"

"It's just, even if there is, we'll kill it later!"

"Alright, well, then I'll tell you," Schmitz sighed, sat down in a chair next to him, poured a glass of wine, and recounted, "and the cause of this is a year ago......