Two richly dressed mages of Dalaran arrived in the reconstructed town of Andorhar. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

For the townspeople, it is almost commonplace to meet such travelers. After all, the brave Prince Lordaeron, the great paladin Arthas-Minethir, is buried in the Ridge of Remorse, south of Andorhar, and lately you can often see great people who come to mourn him!

"Miss Broadmoore, let's stay for the night, it's getting late!" Kael'thas said gently.

Gianna nodded, and followed Kael'thas into a brand new inn with a façade, the only one left in the town of Andorhar.

Since it had just been rebuilt, many of the things here were new and there were not many guests, so the owner of the inn came out warmly and received the two mages.

"Let's open two better rooms!" Kael'thas pulled out a couple of silver coins.

Soon, the keys to the two best rooms were handed over to Kael'thas, and the two of them were led upstairs by the innkeeper.

"I'll rest for a while......" Gianna took one of the keys and walked into her room, looking like she was a little tired from the journey.

"Please prepare some food and some water, not too meaty, as clean as possible...... "Kael'thas turned his head and carefully told the innkeeper, "Money is not a problem!" ”

With that, he handed a gold coin to the innkeeper.

The innkeeper was a little stunned by the glittering gold coins, it was the first time he had met such a generous traveler after so many days of opening.

"Of course, I guarantee you and that beautiful lady will have a good time!" He hurriedly promised.

Immediately afterward, Kael'thas returned to his room.

Half an hour later, the innkeeper knocked on the door of Kael'thas room with a cart full of food.

Kael'thas looked at the food truck, the color and aroma of these foods are indeed not of the highest quality, but it can be seen that he has done his best to make do with the innkeeper!

He took the cart and knocked lightly on the door of Gianna's room.

"Miss Proudmore, would you like something to eat?" Kael'thas asked gently.

There is no echo.

Kael'thas didn't keep knocking on the door, he guessed that Gianna was a little tired and fell asleep after a long day of traveling!

……

Gianna Proudmoore stripped off her robes and didn't take her staff with her.

Dressed in a pale red dress and walking down the streets of Andorhar, she looked like an ordinary commoner.

From time to time, young men came to her to talk to her, but Gianna was used to this situation and politely declined them one by one.

"Veteran's Healing Center!"

This is Gianna's destination, a small bungalow that has just been built. It housed some of the soldiers who had been badly wounded in the Battle of Andohar, while an elderly woman was washing clothes at the door.

"What's the matter, kid!" The old lady noticed the young girl coming by, and her smiling face was very pleasant to look at.

"Ma'am!" Gianna said pitifully: "Can I go in for a while, my brother came here to fight with Prince Arthas a month ago, but he has not come back yet, I want to see if he is injured and recuperates here......"

More than 200 Lordaeron soldiers were killed in the battle in Andorhar, and their bodies were burned so that they could not even be identified.

If someone else made this request, the old lady would definitely not agree, but such a poor little girl made her unbearable to refuse!

"Go in, darling, but don't disturb their rest!" She said softly.

Gianna nodded and walked into the santium.

……

Veteran Dawson lay in a hospital bed.

He had been in this sanatorium for a month, and he had broken both of his legs during the war of the undead, and his injuries were so severe that he could not even return to Lordaeron, and had to recover in this sanatorium for a while.

The inability to move, coupled with the monotonous environment, made him feel bad.

"Hello, may I come in?" There was a knock at the door.

Dawson was about to scold directly and tell the intruder to get out of the way, but when he looked up, it was a beautiful little girl who knocked on the door.

Dawson swore that he had never seen such a beautiful girl in his twenties.

"What...... What's the matter, Miss! He stammered.

"Are you a warrior who fought in the war of Andorhar?" The girl asked respectfully.

Looking at the girl's somewhat reverent eyes, Dawson only felt a stream of blood surging towards his head.

"Of course!" He said indifferently: "The injuries on my body are the best proof of this, I killed at least a dozen terrible undead in the battle, and finally my legs were injured on a stitching monster's hand!" ”

In fact, he has only killed two undead in total, and both of his legs were bitten off by a ghoul.

"That's amazing!" The girl clapped her hands: "Can I inquire about the situation during the war?" ”

"In wartime, of course...... You want to know ......"

"Prince Arthas, I heard that he died at the end, do you know what happened to him on the battlefield?" The girl asked curiously.

"Prince Arthas, with whom I have fought, I am his bravest companion!" Dawson patted his chest as if he were a hero of the Alliance: "I worked with him to kill the Lich Les-Frostwhisper, and then cornered the Dreadlord Marganis......"

"Les-Frost? Marganis? Who are they? ”

"They are ......," Dawson explained to the girl how terrible these demons were, while secretly squinting greedily at the girl's beautiful face and perfect body.

Looking at her reverent eyes, Dawson wondered if he could get a kiss from her......

Ten minutes later, Dawson's story was over!

The girl walked out of the room without hesitation, without looking back.

Dawson couldn't help but feel a little lost, didn't he show enough manhood in the conversation?

Suddenly, he felt some pain in his eyes, and then darkness in front of him.

"Ah......h

The old lady who heard the voice hurriedly ran back: "What's the matter, Dawson, why is there blood on your face!" ”

……

Gianna Proudmoore walked back to the hotel, her expression unsightly.

Although she had been given enough information on the trip, and it was quite important information, of course, excluding the ridiculous content of the boast.

But she hated herself very much, why didn't she be ruthless and kill the man with a pair of greedy eyes!