The entire northern part of the Eastern Kingdom, with the exception of Quel'Salas, is basically in the midst of a raging war. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Scarlet Crusaders, Gilneth Army, Remnants of the Dead, Demon Remnants, Lords of the Regions......

The different forces are intertwined, although they will not starve for thousands of miles, but they are also difficult for the people to make a living.

It's a paradise for adventurers, but it's a hell for farmers.

Interestingly, there was a city, calmly unexpected.

Dunhold.

The city, once a concentration camp for orcs, had no war after the Cataclysmic Wars - not even conflict.

No one wanted to fight Dunhold, whether it was the Alliance or the Horde, or any other power.

On the one hand, the ruler here, Miss Talesha, has made a huge contribution to the War of the Dead, and if it weren't for Taresa, even the Oath wouldn't have had the opportunity to discover a series of conspiracies in advance.

On the other hand, according to the unnamed bard of Mist Harbor, Taresa was the dream girl of Thrall, the current chief of the tribe, and given her close relationship with the orcs, she dared to attack Dunhold, and perhaps face the tribe's crazy revenge.

You must know that in the natural disaster war, the tribe fulfilled the original agreement regardless of casualties, which made the tribe very contract spirit in the eyes of other races, and in this case, no one would not take the tribe's words seriously.

That's a race that dares to pour out the power of the whole race and open a film with the undead for the sake of a verbal agreement!

Now, Nomi and the Postman are enjoying this rare peace.

The two of them were drinking at the Forgotten Liquor House in Dunhold.

"Hey, Nomi - aren't you an adult yet? How can you drink! ”

"Don't make a fuss, postman. I'm a warrior monk, have you ever seen a warrior monk who doesn't drink? This is not drinking, this is condensing true qi. ”

"Do you have to be good wine to condense your true qi? Damn, you've had five drinks, and that's the best wine in Dunhold! Do you know how expensive the wine is made by these forsaken people? ”

"Please, I just need the forsaken to make wine, it doesn't matter the taste!"

Well, in fact, Nomi is not lying.

The training of the warrior monk is indeed related to alcohol, and the flow of true qi is the same as that of alcohol, so drinking alcohol can greatly improve the perception of true qi.

And what Nomi said about drinking the wine of the Forsaken is because his cultivation has reached a bottleneck.

Interestingly, Nomi's talent is far beyond drunkenness, and many difficult techniques can be learned at once, but when it comes to the content of the integration of Zen and martial arts in the cultivation of warrior monks, Nomi often can't learn it alive or dead.

For example, seeing plain and simple, such as the elephant is invisible, such as being a cocoon to bind life, such as the touch of reincarnation.

That's right, Nomi doesn't learn the touch of reincarnation.

No matter how genius he is, Nomi's essence is just a child, he can't understand the complex relationship between life and death, and he can't grasp the profound philosophy and subtle skills of the touch of reincarnation that leads to life and death just by relying on raw and hard.

But the interesting thing is that the wine made by the Forsaken made Nomi have some insight.

What could taste more life and death than the wine made by the dead?

As a result, the postman who patted his chest and said that he was in for a treat, trembled and sweated.

"Forget it...... Nomi finally shook his head helplessly, "I'll just pay for the wine myself-see you're in a hurry!" ”

The postman rolled his eyes - you think everyone is a tyrant like you!

But since Nomi said so, the postman no longer stopped him, but ordered a cheap ale and accompanied Nomi.

When Nomi reached the seventh cup, the owner of the Forgotten Wine Store sat down.

"Hello, my dear guest. Let me introduce myself, my name is the Murmur, the Deceased, the owner of this liquor store. ”

Looking at the female forsaken in front of him, the postman snapped his fingers lightly.

"Hey! Beauty, why don't you tell me your real name! ”

"Shut up, poor ghost!" He glanced at the postman, "The name change is to celebrate my new life!" ”

The postman said that he was very congested, and he was smiling at Nomi a second ago, and after turning around, he was like a tigress to himself, and he didn't die with others!

......The helpless postman can only silently draw circles - who makes Nomi short and rich and handsome, but he is short and "negative" handsome.

After striking the postman, Murmur looked at Nomi with a smile again.

"I'm honored that you like my wine - but unfortunately I can't sell it to you anymore, my collection has been drunk......"

Nomi rolled her eyes helplessly - but this is also something that can't be helped, what can she do when people run out of alcohol?

Just as Nomi was about to order something to eat and fill her stomach, a new customer arrived at the restaurant.

A blonde human - he still looks like a paladin, a paladin with an altar on his back.

It's kind of interesting!

Nomi had a rare look of interest.

Although there are many people coming and going in Dunhold, there are very few paladins - any paladin is a suicide bomber in Dunhold, and as long as the power of the Holy Light bursts out, the forsaken around him will be unlucky.

As a result, Dunhold has been restricting the entry and exit of paladins - including the priests.

But this paladin was clearly no longer confined to the people, and it seemed that this forsaken named Murmur knew him well.

"Raphael—you're here again?"

"Call me earthen pots." The paladin twisted his neck, "Murmur, come and have a drink with me." ”

"How's the morning dew?" Murmur's face was a little tangled, "Isn't Lord Taresa still unwilling to help?" ”

"I can't help it." The earthen pot shook his head silently, and then untied the jar behind him, and after the mumbling cup, he silently uncovered the mud seal of the jar and poured himself a glass of wine, "It's hard to say, sit down and have a drink with me." ”

“……”

Before she could make a move, Nomi sat down beside the earthen pot with the momentum of a thunderous bell ringing to fill the world with love.

"This paladin, I think you seem to be sad, I'm here to drink with you!"

"Panda people?" The earthen pot raised his eyebrows, "Sit down, I heard that you are all very good at drinking, so let's drink some with me!" ”

As Nomi carefully examined the apparently lifeless wine in the glass, the clay pot had already drunk a large glass of wine.

After drinking, the earthen pot looked much better, his face was a little ruddy, and the conversation box was opened.

"Alas...... It's a long story - about the living and the dead, about the Lordaeron and the Gilneth, and about the big and the small......"

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Book friend Raphael Clay Pot and Book Friend Murmur and the Deceased are on the scene, an important trick!