Stormwind. (Book House)

In the brightly lit hall, noisy voices came from all directions, figures swayed back and forth, and each of them had a hypocritical, ridiculous, and disgusting expression on their faces, a humble smile, a haughty look, and a pretended calm indifference, and various colors of make-up on their faces.

This is the Hall of the Storm.

The silver-white domed building was out of step with the low-rise houses around it, and tall buildings were likely to be targeted in the Shadows, and a normal architect would never design a towering building unless it was a mage's tower.

The silver-white rock buildings are filled with a sense of order that is contrary to chaos, and the light from the light area of Stormwind City shines into the hall through the windows, presenting an atmospheric feeling.

This is Stormwind Hall, the largest conference hall in Stormwind!

If the Storm Spire is where the higher-ups of Stormwind decide the course of the giant ship of Stormwind, then this hall is the face of Stormwind.

All external speeches and meetings are made through this hall.

Grefa's feet were on the conference table, his face filled with a nonchalant casualness.

With his hands on his head, Grefa looked at the scene in front of him boredly, pursed his lips disdainfully, and sighed secretly.

"It's boring!"

"What an ugly building!"

The majestic Stormwind Hall, which the people of Stormwind are proud of, looked ugly and boring in Grefa's eyes.

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"Chief of Staff Doron, I heard that you are a knight order from the ground, and I want to know what your purpose is in joining Stormwind? What are you fighting for? A well-dressed goblin asked, smiling.

It was a goblin who didn't look like the filthy creatures in the wilderness, he was dressed in elaborate clothes, with a hint of a smile on his face, and the occasional glint in his eyes made it easy to overlook his goblin status.

"Goblins? Is it the messenger of Byronburg, ahem...... Remember, we are the Knights of the Winds, and our purpose is ......"

Doron Falco, chief of staff of the Knights of the Windchaser, dressed in a solemn black robe, coughed lightly and spoke eloquently.

Suddenly.

As soon as he was pushed out of his speaking chair, a young man with a big smile on his face rushed up and grinned, "Our goal is to become the most powerful knight order in the world......"

Bang!

Duolun's face turned blue, and he kicked the young man out with one kick, and then, he tidied up the corners of his clothes, smiled slightly, and said, "What he said is not bad! The Knights of the Windchaser are the partners of justice! Hoe the strong and help the weak! Righteous and chivalrous! Become the greatest hero in the world! ”

With that, the smile on the goblin's face froze, and he smiled and nodded.

"Huh!"

The corners of Grefa's mouth lifted as he sat on the top seat and a smile appeared on his face.

This goblin has bad intentions!

The Knights of the Windchaser are from the ground, and their own origin is a big problem, and there is a certain conflict of interest with the original military system of Stormwind City, and the goblin question, no matter which angle it is answered, may cause some people to be dissatisfied.

And Doron's answer is very interesting.

Righteous partners, in the Shadow Domain, fists are justice, as for chivalry or something, it's pure nonsense.

"Excuse me, then, where is the origin of your Knights? And why did you come to the Shadowlands? A voice came from the crowd.

"Another boring question," Grefa thought.

"Another question with malice," Duolun sighed at the same time.

Anyone who comes to the Shadowlands from the surface has an untold past, let alone a Knights who have been banished as a single Knights.

For this kind of past, whether it is good or bad, once it is known by someone with a heart, it is also very tricky.

"Hello! The Knights of the Wind Chase come from the endless sea, and we are a very loving order! If you're adventurous and want to be a hero, come and be friends with us! ”

"Bang! Damn it! Stupid Doron! Don't bother people to do publicity! ”

Just now, the young man suddenly rushed up, pushed Duolun away, smiled and showed two rows of big white teeth, and said loudly with a bloody expression.

The voice fell.

In the hall, the guys with flashing eyes looked strange.

Where the hell did this goddamn idiot come from!

put a good question, stunned to say that it was an advertisement, this guy did it on purpose!

Syllable!

Unable to bear it, Duolun slapped the young man on the head and said with a smile: "Although Haaland is sometimes not very careful, he said the same, we do come from the endless sea. ”

"What an energetic child," Grefa smiled at the puffed Haaland on the side.

Vanguard Captain of the Knights of the Winds, Haaland.

The origin is unknown, the personality is hot-blooded and reckless, and Haaland, who was dressed in tatters, also showed a row of big white teeth, and he had to join the Knights of the Wind.

This young man, strong, although reckless, but on the battlefield, he is trusted by his companions.

After Haaland was interrupted three times or twice.

Throughout the Storm Hall, the emissaries from the major dungeons seemed to be reckless with them, and one question after another followed.

A certain caveman emissary: "What does the battle between the dungeons mean to you?" Who have you been at war with? ”

Grey Dwarf Emissary: "Have you ever thought about changing allies in this war?" ”

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Faced with these boring and malicious questions, Duolun didn't bother to answer.

On the contrary, Haaland answered energetically.

"What? Attitude towards war? ”

"War, of course, is stupid and cruel. However, our family will also do this kind of thing like selling weapons, oh hehe... Please feel free to contact us. At the moment, well, arrows should be selling well, except for some small details. ”

Haaland, who was trying his best to advertise, didn't care about the increasingly blue faces of the messengers.

"What? What is Stormwind to us? Are you considering switching sides? ”

Suddenly.

A sharp question was asked by a messenger.

The face of Doron, who was in the presence of the old god, changed, and in the face of this kind of problem, he was about to stop Haaland from talking nonsense, and was about to speak, Haaland laughed, opened his mouth and said it.

"Stormwind took us in, of course, especially the food they eat, the kind of food that chops the badgers that are roasted over a slow fire and sprinkled in mashed potatoes with oats is really amazing, this is a dish that many people eat together!"

"Personally, though, I miss the days when I was on the ground, roasted hazelnuts and fresh apples, with wedge-shaped melted cheese and small strips of semi-finished cheese. …………”

The chattering Haaland seemed to have forgotten that this was a serious diplomatic occasion, and at this time, he was immersed in the food, and he was drowning in reminiscences.

"Witty answer."

The corners of Doren's mouth twitched slightly, and the wise staff officer suddenly felt that a fool like Haaland was not useless.