"It's hard work, walking from the far north. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" Stuffing sweet cheese into her mouth, the tolerant and generous Loria chatted with Uncle Direk in a muffled voice.

Despite having an old horse, it was used as a pack horse for transporting goods, and the fledgling trader Direk relied mainly on foot.

Although he wanted to stay away from the two loli to prove his innocence, there was not much room for maneuvering on the slightly crowded road, so Uncle Direk had no choice but to answer: "It's not as far as expected, the merchants mainly take a boat from Nanhai Town to Minahill Harbor, and then cross the wetlands and Lockmodan to Ironforge Fort." ”

Seeing the two little girls curiously looking at the linen bags that they were carrying the goods on their horses, the merchant uncle simply explained: "It's all grain and dairy products, and generally we sell grain and fruit to the dwarves, and then buy metals, weapons, tools, precious stones, wine, machinery, furniture, leather products, and ornaments from the dwarves. ”

It sounds pitiful to human beings, and people are always worried about whether they will suffer from the trade scissors and the loss of precious metals.

Of course, such worries may be unnecessary, after all, the Copperbeard Dwarves are not goblins. They were Azeroth's finest craftsmen, brave and sturdy warriors, but not qualified merchants, and their appetite for fine wine kept food and fruit prohibitive.

"What does the kingdom of mankind look like?" Anne chimed in, saying that Anne, who had spent the rest of her life in the mountains of Tamoro, had rarely seen humans, except for her first inhabitants in Nomorigen, and that it was difficult to satisfy her curiosity through literature alone.

"Stupid!" Patting Anne on the head, Loria, who sat on top of the goat, explained to Uncle Direk: "My sister is a little insane, so she has forgotten what her hometown looks like. ”

Explicit and perfunctory, and didn't even bother to make up a decent reason, Uncle Direk, who thought so, observed the two little girls. Although they're all cute, not to mention the different hair colors, and even the looks are completely different, I'm afraid even the sisters are made up.

"We're half-sisters, aren't we, sisters." As if seeing through Uncle Direk's thoughts, Loria made a subtle explanation.

"Hmm." Although she felt that something was slightly wrong, Anne nodded affirmatively, and their mothers were indeed different.

The merchant in his forties had long developed a pair of eyes to see people, and from the conversation just now, he could probably determine that the pink-haired little girl was full of nonsense, and the blonde-haired one was unexpectedly honest...... So it's half-sisters, since they don't look the same, that is, at least one of them looks like their mother, and it's more likely that both mothers are big beauties.

Damn ginseng yín's family, this is called my love for someone in my forties who has never been in love, and traveled across half the continent to save his wife...... Misled, Uncle Direk begins to curse Darien, who lies down with his gun.

Information misleading, by publishing partial, vague and one-sided truthful information, biased to pull the audience's understanding to where they need it.

If you want to turn over the meow king, you must integrate the power of the collective. For Loria, who has a background in the Scarlet Crusaders and may take over the power, this basic skill from a statistical department must be practiced diligently.

Seeing the resentment of the merchant uncle poking out like substance, Loria, who was playing with her fingers curling her hair, snorted with satisfaction, as for whether the curse will travel through time and space to stay on the missing father, this kind of thing really doesn't matter......

"Why is it so crowded?" The memories of her childhood have long since been dissipated, her distorted personality has been revised, and Anne, who still retains her curiosity like a child, keeps asking: "It's like all the dwarves scattered all over the world are pouring into Ironforge." ”

The closer we got to Ironforge, the more dwarves carried all kinds of luggage on their shoulders. This is not normal for dwarves who are full of exploration and like to run outside.

"If there's anything big going on at the end of autumn, it's of course the Wine Festival." Loria replied as a matter of course.

However, Anne, who was not convinced by the answer, continued: "Of course I know about the Wine Festival, but the Wine Festival can be held anywhere, is it necessary to crowd all to the Iron Forge?" ”

The most impressive places about Ironforges are the melting pot, the melting pot, and the melting pot. Speaking of Ironforge, in addition to the scorching lava and the king who can craft artifacts, people often think of the blacksmith shops and various handicraft workshops scattered throughout the city, a few people know that Ironforge has the largest library in the world, and a few people know that in the remote corners of the ring city, there are several priests and mages who have returned from human society and fanatically promote the Holy Light and Arcane.

"On average, every seven Ironforge residents own a tavern, and every fifteen Ironforge residents own a distillery, and every family makes wine." Uncle Direk, a turned-folk statistician, explains with very precise data: "The consumption of alcohol at the Wine Festival is too great to drink elsewhere...... Uh, I hear what other people say. ”

Anne looked incredulous, and Loria said with her eyes, 'Uncle, why are you still here?' ’

The expressions of the two loli deeply pierced Uncle Direk's heart, and he hid his face and cried: "Anyway, I'm an uncle who hasn't been in love in his forties, and even little girls are starting to hate me." ”

Ignoring Uncle Direk, who muttered about joining a cult called the Big F, Loria thought that she was lucky to have come across the Wine Festival when she first arrived at Ironforge, and that it would be better if she could find a chance to earn a little money to replenish her shriveled wallet...... The next step is to buy supplies and check the Ironforge Library to determine the next step in your journey.

In the evening, the long mountain road finally came to an end.

In the contrast of the setting sun and the already lit brazier, the solid, unblemished ramparts and extremely large arches appear in the eyes of everyone. The dwarven travelers** cheered, this is the capital they are proud of, the sustenance of spirit and glory, and the underground fortress Ironforge Fortress that will never fall.

The ancient king of the dwarves, the colossal stone sculpture of Modimus Anvimar, watched from behind the first gate. Dressed in what looked like heavy full-body plate armor, carrying huge warhammers and thick metal shields, the guards of the Ironforge stood solemnly and neatly on both sides of the gates and passageways, scanning everyone who entered the city.

The Copperbeard Dwarves and the Hammer Dwarves reconciled in the Battle of the Three Hammers years ago, and the Black Iron Dwarves can see through their skin color at a glance (in fact, the Hammer Dwarves are the same, they get tattoos on their bodies and faces shortly after birth). The dwarves who rushed to Ironforge to celebrate the wine festival were almost all copperbearded dwarves, and as legal citizens of the kingdom of Ironforge, the guards and warriors just glanced at them and ignored them, allowing them to enter and leave.

Pointing to the mighty team of humans on the side of the gate of Ironforge Castle, Uncle Direk kindly reminded, "Come on, let's go and line up." ”

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