With the sound of horses' hooves outside the door, a group of guards in armor burst in!

"Lieutenant Chron!" Moradin hurriedly greeted him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The lieutenant led the way into the tavern and nodded lightly at the dwarf Moradin.

Sitting in the corner seat, the High Elf Lotherma Theron picked up his glass and took a sip while squinting at the group of intruders.

"Elven Excellency, may I ask ......" A young mage Dalaran walked quickly to Lotherma's side.

"This is Lotherma, my old friend!" Moradin also rushed over at once, and said enthusiastically: "Lothima is a ranger from Quel'Salas, who recently went to the Arathi Basin to conduct an investigation, and is now on his way back!" ”

This was a few minutes ago when Lothmar had told Moradin, but the familiar Moradin had already taken the initiative to help his friend with the introduction.

The young mage took out a strange magical device from his waist, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lotherma, can you let me check it?" ”

Moradin's face sank suddenly: "Lieutenant Chron, Lothermako is an elf, you must know that you are hunting a human and an orc!" ”

There was some embarrassment on the mage's face: "This ...... Routine...... No way ......"

"Come on!" Lotherma calmly opened one hand and placed the other behind her as she glanced at the crowd in front of her.

"I'm sorry!" The mage gently swept the magic instrument in his hand twice on Lotherma's body, and after confirming that the instrument did not make any sound, he quickly put it away: "Your inspection has passed, Mr. Lotherma!" ”

"What the hell is this instrument for!" Lotherma asked with some curiosity.

"This is Kenrito's latest magical device, and it will make a strong noise when you come into close contact with any necromantic magic!" The mage explained.

Lotherma nodded, and at the same time secretly relieved.

"Is this here to hunt down the wanted criminal?" Moradin leaned over curiously.

"Yes!" The mage nodded: "Any believer who has been stained with necromancy magic will not be able to escape its detection, it is said that the entire Lordaeron region has relied on it to catch more than a dozen members of the Cursed Sect in the past few days, I believe that it will be a matter of time before the monarch killer Mills and his orc accomplices are caught!" ”

"Then I wish you all the best, Mr. Mage, and Your Excellency Lieutenant!" Lotherma said with a smile.

"I lend you good words and wish you a pleasant trip!" The young mage nodded lightly at Lotherma.

"Speaking of Mills the Monarch Slayer, I met a very suspicious young human today!" The dwarf Moradin touched his beard and said with a solemn face.

"Oh?" Both Lieutenant Chiron and the young mage suddenly came over.

"As I recall, he seems to be named Jaime Lannister!" Moradin picked up his ledger and confirmed the name.

"Lannister?" Lieutenant Chiron frowned: "I have never heard of such a strange surname!" ”

"Also, he said that he was a nobleman from Andohal and was now preparing to make a trip to Tarummir!" Moradin continued.

"Andohar is in ruins, and I don't think any nobleman would have the heart to travel in such a situation!" The young mage glanced at Lieutenant Chiron and said.

"The most important thing is that after I told him that there might be a patrol in our tavern to investigate the whereabouts of the monarch killer, he was so frightened that he hurriedly left without finishing his wine, it was a good pot of honey wine, it was a waste!" Moradin's tone was clearly regretful.

Ignoring the regret in the dwarf's tone, the lieutenant hurriedly took out a piece of parchment from his pocket, handed it to Moradin, and said solemnly: "Mr. Moradine, please take a look at whether the face of the person who calls himself Lannister is very similar to the face of the person above!" ”

Lieutenant Chiron handed over a wanted warrant for a young man wearing a crisp white priest's robe.

"Yes!" Moradin took the parchment and looked at it, and slapped the table decisively: "I bet that except for a thicker beard and shorter hair, the rest of the way is almost identical!" ”

"Maybe we've found the trace of Mills the Kingkiller!" Lieutenant Chiron said in a deep voice.

"Is that man really a monarch killer?" The dwarf Moradin had a look of surprise on his face, and his surprise quickly turned to anger: "Damn, I knew Moradin should have hammered this bastard into a patty with a hammer!" ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Moradin, we have to leave!" Lieutenant Chiron said eagerly: "If you see the trace of that person again, please be careful to inform us, there is a 90% chance that this person is the monarch killer himself!" ”

"Maurice!" The lieutenant glanced at the young mage, "Please go and inform Lord Uther that the Monarch Slayer is now on the road between Icewind Hill and Tarummere!" ”

"Okay Lieutenant, I'll get in touch with Lord Uther as soon as I can!" Mage Morris nodded.

"The rest of the people, follow me along this road and search carefully!" The lieutenant said slowly: "Be careful, the monarch killer Mills is a cruel butcher, he will use and terrible necromancy, if you encounter him, remember to send a signal as soon as possible, ask for support!" ”

With the lieutenant's order, all members of the patrol left Moradin's tavern, and peace suddenly returned to the tavern.

"It's horrible!" Lotherma suddenly stood up from his seat: "I didn't expect there to be such a terrible butcher around here, damn it, I have to get out of here quickly!" ”

"Don't worry, Lotherma, my friend!" Moradin said confidently, "If that monarch killer dares to come again, I promise to smash his head with my hammer!" ”

"Hammer it into a meatloaf!" Lotherma complained secretly.

But he certainly won't say it, but told Moradin to insist on getting out of here.

Moradin probably knew that smashing his head and hammering it into a meatloaf was just bragging, and since the elf named Lotherma was so cowardly, he didn't insist anymore.

He suddenly remembered the bear's minced meat that was almost cooked.

"Lotherma, let's finish eating the bear minced meat before leaving!" Moradin suggested.

"This ......," Lotherma's face was visibly reluctant.

"Forget it, I've got you covered!" Moradin shook his head, this elf is still a ranger, and his courage is not as good as a ten-year-old dwarf!

"Thank you so much, Moradin my friend!"

Picking up her luggage, Lotherma said goodbye to Moradin and left the tavern.

The direction in which he is heading is the north!