Roctus whispered to a few of his companions about Gargane, which made the black iron dwarf at the same table listen to him. Drunk, Gagarn couldn't react to anything, just kept muttering, he didn't admit that he was drunk. As he spoke, the dwarf burped from time to time, and the strong smell of wine was unusually pungent. How much did this guy drink?!

"Prager, give ...... Uh, serve me a drink! ”

This guy is incurable, and he still has to drink when he gets drunk like that.

Roctus. The secret contract wanted to stop it, but Jia Jia En didn't care, and directly beckoned the bar owner to drink, and someone paid, he was planning to have wine today and get drunk tomorrow. The little dwarf Prague doesn't care about any of this, as long as someone pays, this bar owner will sell alcohol, and it has nothing to do with him if he dies.

It was rush hour for the drinkers to get drunk, and the waiters were busy flying, and Prager himself brought the drinks.

"Hah!"

Wearing a big wizard's hat, when he approached, the traverser finally saw the true face of the barkeeper, and exclaimed, he was unsuspected, and he was frightened.

Prager, it's a leper dwarf!

"Vomit~~~"

Seeing the barkeeper's scabies-ridden face, many of which were also a little festering, already uncomfortable with the smell of alcohol exhaled by Gargarn, and then seeing Prager's miserable face, the traverser only felt a churning stomach.

Youma! I'm going to throw up!

Boom!

Placing the tray with a few bottles of black iron beer on the table, the bar's owner Prager's eyes flashed with a dangerous light. Prager is a leper dwarf, yes, but he cares a lot about what others point fingers at him. This damn elf, uh, is a Twilight Cultist......

Forced to endure and be able to open a bar in Darkhearth, Pragg knows the doorway. Those elemental creatures are the top layer of this underground Dark Furnace City, but fortunately they don't need to drink, otherwise this little dwarf will have to serve like an uncle. Again, the Twilight cultists can't be provoked, although they are the servants of those powerful elemental creatures, the status of the twilight cultists is still higher than the black iron dwarves.

If this impudent guy was just a regular Black Iron Dwarf, Pragg wouldn't mind killing him now. In the entire Dark Furnace City, the lives of ordinary black iron dwarves are the least valuable. No ordinary Black Iron Dwarf can ensure that he can survive this life, and he may be executed for angering a Black Iron nobleman in the next moment, or he may be killed in an instant because he is targeted by those evil elemental creatures. Because of this precarious sense of danger, many Black Iron Dwarves like to come to this Black Iron Bar to get drunk at the end of the day, and of course they can go somewhere else. Wine is a good thing, it can make people don't care about anything, and get drunk to relieve a thousand sorrows! Just look at Gargarn and you'll know that this is a very clever solution......

It's a pity that this is an elf, and looking at his costumes, he is still a Twilight cultist. Sensing that these guys were not simple, Prager endured it.

"Roctus, this is your friend?!"

As he was leaving, the little dwarf was still staring at Kazik with his unkind gaze.

"I'm sorry, Prager, it's a friend of mine. Uh, he's just drunk......"

Bang bang, bang bang......

The bar owner walked away, and there were people at other tables greeting him. The crowd was speechless, looking at their companions, who were still beating his chest, breathing long, and finally getting his breath out.

"Kazik!"

"Meow, it scared the hell out of me."

It's not your fault that you're ugly, but it's your fault that you're scary...... This statement is so true.

"Kazik, Pragg is a leper dwarf, but you can't behave like that, can you?"

"Yes, Nomori is said to have had a lot of these happenings, and in this series of upheavals, many gnomes have been infected with that disease. They also lost Nomorigan. Prager is just one of those unfortunate gnomes, and it's rude for you to do that! ”

The foreman, Ophelest and Prince Garin, were also frightened, but they were not as unbearable as the traverser had shown. Roctus. Dark Deed and Magni. Brass caught Kazik for a long time, especially Magni. King Copperbeard, the fall of Nomorigan, and the misery of those gnomes is terrifying.

"Uh...... Well, it's me who is not right......"

Leprosy is a disease, it is already miserable enough, and there is still those discrimination against patients, which is what the traveler should not do.

"I don't really blame me, I feel sick to my stomach when I think that the wine passed through Prager's hands, and I drank so much!"

Well, after Chief Shafu's words, these people can't drink anymore. Good fellow, Gagarn doesn't care.

"Damn, I knew it was so!"

There was an angry roar, it was Prager who was hiding on the side, it was very painful to have such a disease, and the little dwarf became extremely sensitive.

"Wait, Prager, this is my friend, he is unintentional."

Under the orders of the Order, lurk in the city of the Dark Furnace, Roctus. Secret Pact has always been the character of a good old man, wandering between various forces, and his character is indeed like this. Seeing that the bar owner Prager might be going berserk, Roctus hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him. If things get big, they're not going to be good. No, he's thinking about Prager.

"Kazik!"

"Well, I apologize...... But you're really ugly! ”

first apologized lightly, which made the little dwarf feel uncomfortable, too frivolous, and not sincere. Hearing the back, the bar owner was about to go berserk.

"Leprosy is a disease, it must be cured!"

Nonsense, leprosy, of course, is a disease!

"Kazik, are you sure you can cure leprosy?!"

Prager jumped violently, but when he heard the words, he fell silent instantly. Looking at the guy who was questioning, it was a sturdy strange dwarf, although he was also black, he didn't look like a black iron dwarf. Sure enough, these guys have problems!

"Huh?! Wheat...... Why do you ask?! ”

Trying to call out the name of King Copperbeard, Kazik stopped talking, the name Magni might have made the leper dwarf think of something. For a moment, the traverser was almost called McDonald's......

"Uh, I have a lot of friends in Nomorigen who have also been infected with such symptoms, if you have a way to cure them...... Kazik, please tell me! ”

Magni. Copperbeard is the king of Ironforge, and he is a close neighbor of Nomorigan's little gnomes, and the dwarves are even cousins. Well, one is a descendant of the Earth Spirit Dwarf, and the other is a descendant of the Mechanical Gnome, and the Earth Spirit Dwarf and the Mechanical Gnome are both created by the Titan Guardians, and they are indeed cousins.

Prager, the barkeeper, stopped talking, and he also looked at the elf with a look of hope in his eyes.

"I'm a warrior, I'm not a doctor or a priest, I can't cure them......"

King Magni and Boss Prager are very disappointed, leprosy, is this really incurable?!

"I wouldn't be that kind of healer, but there might be a way that will work."

"What is it?!"

"I'm sorry, most distinguished guest, and forgive me for being oversensitive as a patient. Please tell me how to do it! ”

Roctus. The three of them, Dark Contract, Foreman Orphest, and Prince Garin, looked at each other, not knowing how such a possible solution could have such a huge appeal. Don't say Magni. Copperbeard is the king of Ironforge, and Prager has also undergone a 180-degree change in an instant, and he is actually apologizing to Kazik?! As for Gagarn, that guy was already drunk. By the time the traverser and his party had arrived, the frustrated former Darkhearth Councilor had already drunk a lot.

"Well, that's just an assumption. It's too late, it seems like we should go back and talk about it......"

Looking at the little dwarf, the little guy also looked over expectantly, if his illness could be cured, Prager could do anything.

"Whatever you're planning, Roctus, I'm willing to join you."

Gritting his teeth secretly, Prager made up his mind. His words surprised the five people here. Planning?! What does this little guy know?!

"Gagarn. Fire Hammer, because Uldaman's affairs were messed up, he was swept to the end. Although he is frustrated now, as a former councilor of Dark Furnace City, Gagarn knows many secrets that outsiders do not know. Roctus, even if you are very hidden, you deliberately befriended Gagarn, I, the bar owner, see everything. ”

Stagnant was stared at by the five traversers, Pragg said to himself, which reminded Kazik of Gargane, who turned out to be Uldaman's guy. Speaking of which, being pushed to the end and failing in Uldaman, this is still done by the traverser, and it has a close relationship with him. Poor Gagarn. Fire Hammer!

"Again, except for Roctus, the four of you are not ordinary people at first glance. Look around, those drunken black iron dwarves, they are all day by day guys, they don't know if they have a future at all. But you're not! ”

Prager said that although he was infected with leprosy, he was not a fool.

I said...... Do you want to extinguish your mouth?! ”

A stride, the traverser has blocked the bar owner's retreat. The elf was much taller than the gnome, and he blocked the view of the drinkers outside. A blue talisman had appeared in Kazik's hand, a tidal charm, and he could instantaneously the little one.

"No, wait! I really want to join you, I just want to cure this damn disease. ”

Stared at by Kazik's cold eyes, Prager was in a state of death for a while, like a frog being targeted by a poisonous snake, and the little dwarf felt that he might die in the next moment.

"I'm the owner of the bar here, it's a mixed bag, and the bar is where all sorts of news come together, and I know no less than Gargarn. Believe me, if I could be cured of leprosy, I would even be willing to sell my soul! ”

Everyone looked at each other, and what they thought was a clever disguise was actually seen by a bar owner, should they let Prager join?!

"Prager, I can't guarantee that it will cure leprosy, that's just an idea. Join us, and there's no way back. ”

"There's no way back now, am I?!"

Everyone made eye contact again, and finally unanimously decided to take the little one to their stronghold first.

"Entrust your bar to the waiters first, Prager, and you come with us."

Let Prince Garin and them leave first, and there is also that drunk and unconscious Gargarn. Fire Hammer, Kazik and Pragg remained at the end. If the little dwarf wants to play any tricks, the traverser will directly kill the killer. The bar will riot, but Kazik can also leave easily. Perhaps such a commotion could also create an opportunity for them to come into contact with the Black Iron Emperor.

Probably really wanted to try such an opportunity, Prager was very cooperative all the way, and he followed the traverser to the stronghold of the Thorylin Brotherhood without alerting the others.

"Look, I'm cooperative. Elf friend, can you tell me a cure for leprosy, your idea?! ”

This is a residential area not far from the Black Iron Bar, and they actually have so many accomplices, there is only one possibility, their secret plot is bigger than they think. But Prager was not afraid, his only concern was his illness. Leprosy, how to cure it?!

Hearing the little gnome's question, the King of Ironforge also listened attentively. A close friend of the dwarves, Nomorigen has a large number of leprous gnomes.

"Well, that's just an assumption...... People get sick, Magni, Prager, machines don't get sick. ”

Machines may rust, but machines will never get leprosy!