The old windmill spins its wheels slowly, creaking from time to time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Beneath the windmills, Baron Toby Agamande, lord of Agamande's estate, rode his jet-black pony and set out on one last tour of his realm before nightfall.

The sun hadn't gone down yet, and the farmers had largely returned to their farms early to rest, and these lazy fellows never knew what hard work was! Baron Agamand clearly complained!

There were exceptions, though, for Baron Agamand saw the familiar figure again.

"Abdul-Jabbar!" Lord Baron shouted.

A slender figure walked out of the farmland and walked in front of Baron Agamandel.

"What's the matter, sir?" Abdul-Jabbar said slowly, seemingly unfamiliar with the lingua franca.

The baron took two silver coins from his pocket, handed them to Abdul-Jabbar, and said, "Go to Brill and buy me a box of cigarettes for one silver coin, and the remaining silver coin is your reward." ”

"Yes, my lord!" Jabbar simply took the two silver coins and ran towards Brill without looking back.

No complaints, no bargaining.

Abdul-Jabbar is a High Elf, but a very strange elf.

As far as Baron Agamandel's past impression goes, those pointy-eared elves are more arrogant than the other. Just from the name, their names either have wind characters, or Japanese characters or the like, in short, they will look noble, and Jabbar, an ordinary name that can no longer be ordinary, no one will guess that he is an elf.

What's more, those elves are all hundreds of thousands of years old monsters, either addicted to magic, or penance to the way of rangers, and people like Jabbar who are willing to put down their bodies and do hard work in the fields, Baron Agamande can be said to have never seen a second one in his life.

All in all, it's very strange!

If it weren't for the fact that his slender stature and pointed ears were too obvious, Baron Agamandel would have wondered if he was an orc in disguise.

But except for a little weirdness, other aspects, Abdul-Jabbar is mostly good.

About half a month ago, Baron Agamande met Abdul-Jabbar for the first time under the mill of the estate. At that time, his clothes were a little shabby, his bare feet were even worn out, his face was very tired, and he seemed to come to the windmill to get some water to drink.

Although Baron Agamande was a nobleman, he was a nobleman from a remote village, so he knew almost nothing about Salas. And Abdul-Jabbar, his lingua franca level is also extremely low.

Baron Agamand had to make a few gestures to the elves, but Jabbar, who understood the gestures, stayed in the manor.

Jabbar couldn't be better than those lazy farmers!

He was almost twice as efficient as an ordinary farmer...... Although he eats twice as much as the average farmer.

He never complained, and he did whatever Baron Agamand told him to do...... Although sometimes doing errands will delay a little longer.

"Maybe I should have someone make Abdul-Jabbar an elven-style hut, he must be unaccustomed to living on the farms of ordinary farmers!" Looking at Abdul-Jabbar's distant back, Baron Agamand muttered.

……

Leaving the Agamande Manor and walking on the stone-paved path, the wooden look on Jabbar's face quickly turned to vigilance.

Half a month ago, after burying Griff in the Tirisfal Glade, he found a strange orb in Griff's belongings.

After using this orb, you can transform into an elf.

Abdul-Jabbar suddenly understood how Griff had been alone in the Tyrisfard Glades, the territory of the Alliance, for seven years.

He had wanted to live in seclusion in the forest for a while, just like Griff, but that night alone, many Union soldiers appeared in the forest, and they seemed to be searching for something.

Even a High Elf is a strange thing to appear in this forest at night. And Jabbar knew that his disguise might be able to deceive ordinary Alliance soldiers, but with a little vigilance, the high-level mages could spot something wrong.

Sensing the danger, Jabbar fled north overnight until he met Baron Agamand in front of the mill at Agamande's estate the next afternoon.

After that, he stayed in the manor for half a month, albeit a little nondescript, but at least it did not arouse any suspicion.

Brill is a small town about ten miles from Agamandel's estate, and the roads between them are quite rough, so the average farmer is reluctant to travel so long for a silver coin.

But Jabbar was willing, not for a silver coin, but so that he could get time to scout the terrain around the manor.

He is Abdul-Jabbar, the warrior of the Frostwolf Clan, and he is ready to fight at all times!

……

"Venerable Elf, do you need any help?" As soon as he walked into the town of Brill, the flattering voices of the vendors rang in Jabbar's ears.

"Bring me a box of cigarettes!" Abdul-Jabbar handed over a silver coin.

The vendor hurriedly took the silver coin, and then carefully placed the cigarette in Abdul-Jabbar's hand: "Take it! ”

After buying his cigarettes, Abdul-Jabbar began to wander around the streets of Brill for a while, and suddenly saw a dense crowd in front of him, and a curious Abdul-Jabbar approached.

It turns out to be a bard who is telling stories to the townspeople of Brill.

The story seems to have come to an end.

“…… And just like that, our young prince fell with his sword in his hand, and with a sword pierced the orc's heart, the orc chief of the Great Chieftain of Lordaeron, the hammer of destruction, died at the hands of the prince of Arthas! I heard the bard speak passionately.

The crowd cheered.

"It can't be!"

Hearing the bard's voice, Jabbar felt his blood freeze at this moment, his eyes widened, and he cried out, "This can't be, you're lying!" ”

Seeing the elf who suddenly stood up and questioned himself, the bard frowned.

"I'm not lying!" He said to the elves, "The head and weapons of the Hammer of Doom are now hanging on the walls of the gates of Lordaeron!" ”

"In addition, to commemorate this occasion, King Terenus erected a statue at the gate of Lordaeron, recording the moment when the Prince of Arthas slain the Hammer of Doom......"

Before the bard could finish speaking, he saw the elf turn and run, and the direction he was running was Lordaeron!

Jabbar used all his strength and ran as fast as he could, he wanted to prove that the bard was lying, how could the Great Chief be dead!

After some mistake, he finally ran to the gates of Lordaeron, and saw the statue of which the bard had spoken.

The young prince was in high spirits, and with one kick he trampled the orc under his feet, and the sword in his hand threatened to stab him.

Corresponding to this is the head of Orgrimmar, which hangs high above the walls of Lordaeron, and his weapon, the Hammer of Doom.

"Impossible! That's impossible! Abdul-Jabbar muttered.

It was late at night, and the guards on the wall did not notice that not far from the wall, an elf was kneeling on the ground, crying bitterly.