"Wow! I can't believe that in just a few days, you can go through such a great adventure. ”

Old Man Blox listened to Durontan's story and chewed on a bacon burger, while Durontan, on the other side, picked up a full cup of Kaya Coke and drank it down.

"My story is almost over, old man Brooks, after that storm, the situation on your side ......"

Durotan asked vaguely, and Old Man Brooks immediately showed a sad expression and said:

"About the same as yours, a third of the crew was caught up in the storm and lost a trace, and two frigates were not found, alas, the young warriors who were supposed to be reunited with their ancestors in a glorious battle. ”

Durotan sighed as he listened, "May the ancestors lead those warriors back to our homeland." ”

Old Man Blox said with a look of self-reproach: "This is all my fault, if I could have found the signs of that natural disaster earlier and avoided it, I would not have suffered such heavy casualties, how should I explain to the Great Chieftain and the families of those missing soldiers?"

When Durotan heard what Old Man Brooks said, he immediately put his palm on his shoulder and said:

"No, old man, no one can be blamed for natural and man-made disasters, even if you are really responsible for this, it should be borne by me and you, and don't forget, our task is not yet complete, please cheer up. ”

When Blox heard Durontan's words, his face was a little better: "Yes, we still have a task to complete, and the time to set sail again, you can decide, Durontan, you can rest for a few more days, after all, you have gone through so many hardships, it is time to take a good rest." ”

Durotan laughed when he heard this: "In three days, a lot of supplies need to be replenished, the hull needs to be repaired, and I am ready to deal with the leader of this city, and Izzy has told me that the master of this city may be able to become a friend of our tribe." ”

"I'll leave this matter to you, you know, I'm not good at dealing with diplomacy and stuff. Old Man Blox's reply sounded almost categorical, as if he had taken refuge.

Du Longtan's face was bitter when he heard this: "Don't, old man, I'm not good at diplomacy, but you're an experienced elder, you have to help me." ”

Old man Brooks glanced at Durotan twice, spread his hands, and made a helpless expression.

Durotan shuddered at the corners of his eyes and sighed deeply.

"Just kidding, how could I possibly leave you alone with these dwarfed wolves, tigers, and leopards. Old Man Brooks said with a smile, his sharp gaze looking into a dark corner of the bar.

Durotan immediately understood, and whispered, "It's coming faster than I thought." ”

In their sight, several hooded-looking small but fierce goblins were looking at them maliciously from the dark corner.

"Does diplomacy start with bloodshed?" asked Old Man Blox, who suddenly spoke to Durotan.

Durotan pinched his chin and thought for a moment: "I don't know, this is the first time I've done this kind of trouble, maybe they are just a few robbers who don't know whether they are alive or dead, they have taken a fancy to our gold, or maybe they are their masters, and they want to weigh the strength of our tribe, so as to determine whether they can satisfy their greedy desires through the most direct means of plunder." ”

Durotan said with a smile on his face: "But, to be honest, I like this kind of diplomacy. ”

"Me too. Old man Brooks also showed a hideous smile.

With that, the two settled the bill, and led the warriors out of the tavern, where they deliberately took the orc warriors and asked them to return to the ship first, and then they walked naturally into a dark alley.

Durotan nodded to Old Man Blox, and shouted, "Come out, I'm curious what gives you little dwarfs so much courage to strike at the orc warriors who are giants to you." ”

As Durotan's words landed, forty small goblin thieves emerged from the shadows of the Dark Alley, all wrapped in black leather armor and wearing masks on their faces, apparently trying to hide their appearance.

"Being big means being slow, and no matter how big a guy is, he will die if he is poisoned. A well-armed goblin thief, who looked like the head of the goblins, said through a mask.

Durotan smiled as he listened: "Hey, what he said makes sense, old man Brooks, what do you think?"

Old Man Brooks looked at Durotan twice, and replied expressionlessly: "I hate guys who use poison. ”

As soon as Old Man Brooks spoke, the huge figure suddenly disappeared, and when Durotan came back to his senses, he saw that he had already struck an axe in front of the goblins closest to him, and his axe blade was already stained with blood.

"it! What a fast axe!"

As soon as Durotan said a word of exclamation, a full ten goblins around Old Man Brooks suddenly split into two halves, and they were either separated by their heads or separated by their bodies, and none of them were complete anyway.

"Hisss......"

Immediately after Durontan's exclamation, there was a very hilarious sound of dozens of people gasping at the same time, and it was obvious that the power of Old Man Brooks had scared all these goblins out of his soul.

A gleam flashed in Durontan's eyes.

"I can't be left behind. ”

With this in mind, Durotan found the goblin leader who was under heavy protection, and he waved the frostwolf bite diagonally, and with a glance at his face, he sent the three goblins who were blocking him in front of him a "three-seven point" on the face, chest, and waist. ”

He then lifted his foot and struck like a football, sending one goblin vomiting blood and flying into the body.

However, before Durotan could attack, the goblins finally reacted and began to run briskly.

Durotan looked at the face changed, the running goblins were even more tricky than he thought, they were small, they were indeed very agile, and their short bodies were more difficult to hit, and the daggers in their hands were definitely enough to kill.

But that's just the trick, Durontan grinned a sinister smile as he held up the bite of the frostwolf, the blood on the axe's blade already congealed into ice.

"Kill!"

Durotan roared angrily and swung a vertical frost wind blade, aiming directly at the goblin leader.

The ice blade passed through his body, leaving a cutting mark on the ground, and the goblin leader's facial expression froze in horror.

The old man Brocks on the side showed a smile: "Kill the enemy leader first, good job, boy." "Take a hundred plating and read the latest chapter of "Warcraft: Immortal Glory Claw Book House" for free for the first time.