The tavern waiter came to our table and asked enthusiastically, "Ladies and gentlemen, what do you all need?" ”

Redbeard rhythmically tapped his fists on the table and shouted, "Ale! Ale! Ale! Ale ......"

"I want a glass of ale too!" Fenix was also in the mood to beat the table to the rhythm of the dwarves. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"I want a glass of sweet wine...... Uh, no ice! Lizzie looked at everyone's curious glances at her, and hurriedly explained: "What do you think, I just don't like to drink cold things, I really ......"

"We didn't think about anything, we're all pure...... Ares said elegantly.

I interrupted him from any further thoughts and said, "I don't have any favorite drink, so I'll have a McBar." ”

"Hey, I'm not going to drink that tasteless stuff with you. If you want to drink alcohol, you have to drink some fresh foreign gadgets. Ares pursed his lips and looked at the waiter again, "Do you have any of the kind of distilled spirits made from grains that are mellow and strong?" ”

The waiter said, "Yes, Erguotou." ”

"Well, it's enough to listen to the name, that's it!" The paladin replied satisfied.

"I'm going to drink mead, the sweet kind!" The little mage said with his hands dancing.

"No, no, you can't drink." I hurriedly stopped her and said to the waiter, "Bring her a glass of cold milk." ”

"Hmm~ I don't want milk, I don't want milk, I don't want milk......"

"Good, obedient. It is good for children to drink more milk. ”

"I'm not a child, I'm not a child, I'm not a child......"

The waiter smiled and said, "Then what do you want to eat?" ”

"A large plate of toast, a little charred. Large plates of cheese, fruit platters and chunks of grilled whale meat, followed by a bisque. By the way, I heard that the grilled quail here is good, so let's have one for each person first, so let's talk about it. I said.

"Sir, our roasted quail here is huge......

"It's okay, our stomachs are bigger!"

"Well, I feel like I can eat a cow now!" Fenix said half-jokingly.

"But ......," the waiter tried to explain.

"It's okay, you can serve it." I said to the waiter with a smile.

"Okay, please wait." With that, the waiter went back to the front desk. After a while, our food was served.

The dwarf looked at the roasted quail and said in surprise, "Good fellow, are you roasting quail or roasted druid?" Indeed, the quail was also a little larger, so it was no wonder that the dwarves thought it was a transfigurated druid.

A Night Elf at the side table, who was eating slices of roasted quail with a knife and fork, squirted out the meat that had just been put into his mouth, and stared at the waiter with shocked eyes.

"Sir joked, how could this be a druid, this is our specialty quail in our shop, so it's big...... Big! The waiter hurriedly explained.

"Then this is too big, can't you roast a beast?" Redbeard sighed again.

The night elf next to him was drinking water to suppress his throat, but when he heard the dwarf's words, he squirted out again with a "poof", and looked at the waiter with an expression of disbelief. Oh, I didn't expect this Night Elf to be a balanced druid.

"No, no, it's really just roasted quail, that's what our quail looks like, it's big, really, it's ......big," the waiter explained anxiously.

Redbeard took a deep breath and wanted to say more. But at this time, the night elf next to him said to the dwarf with tears on his face: "Big brother, don't talk about it, can you still let the family have a good meal, I'm annoyed......"

"Oh, don't talk about it." The dwarf said apologetically. He poked the steaming roasted quail with his fork, looked left and right at the huge being, and then timidly asked me, "Isn't it illegal to eat Night Elf quail now?" ”

I couldn't bear to look at it when I heard a "poof" sound from the side, because I guess the Night Elf Balance Druid should have spewed a mouthful of old blood at this time......

Everyone was laughing, and we saw the mysterious man in the corner suddenly stand up and staggered towards us. I subconsciously touched the dagger tied to my waist, but eventually stopped and continued to drink ale.

The man came to our table and, without saying hello, sat down on the bench between the dwarf and Fenix. A sharp knife appeared in his hand like a trick, and with a single stab it stabbed into the stomach of the roasted quail. As soon as his wrist struck, a bowl of quail meat was ripped off.

The hunter looked at the mysterious man who was gobbling up and felt a little puzzled: "Eh! I said, who are you? It's quite conscious, come up and eat! ”

Fenix's personality is relatively irritable, and the things he has experienced along the way have upset him, and it is estimated that it is to save everyone's face that has not exploded. didn't expect such a thing to suddenly appear, and he exploded his anger when he landed. He grabbed the mysterious man by the collar and raised his hand with a punch.

"Friend Fenix, your sticky temper still hasn't changed." After the mysterious man was punched, he still spoke slowly.

"You know me?" The warrior should have stopped, but he punched the mystery man again. I guess Phoenix is mad right now, and he can't control his body a bit.

The mysterious man did not resist, but slowly removed his hood, revealing a face that was bleeding from the corners of his mouth. This face is angular and has good facial features, but the stubble on his chin makes him look a little decadent, quite like a cowboy uncle. He looked at Fenix with a sneer: "What? Don't know your old friend anymore? ”

Phoenix stared at the mysterious man for a long time, and suddenly said in surprise, "Are you ...... William! ”

Haha, you think he saw me? Hehe, how can there be two William Langston in this world......

This mysterious man is William Heartbreaker, and he is a comrade-in-arms we met during the Cataclysm. He, like Fenix, came from a family of the Scarlet Crusaders. It is said that his mother was attacked by the undead while she was pregnant with him, and her body was in a different place. The undead returned to the Undercity with fresh corpses, intent on creating abomination with the mutilated corpses. Halfway through, they were ambushed by militias from the Burning Wood Village and were wiped out. When the militia was cleaning the battlefield, they discovered a horrific scene. A baby is sucking blood in the pile of dead people, giggling from time to time. The militiamen were terrified and planned to burn the baby along with the corpse of the undead. But the leader of the militia stopped his men and adopted the baby, who had not even cut the umbilical cord.

Everyone knows what happened next, and the people of Burning Wood Village were cursed by werewolves. Every time the moon rises, the villagers of Burning Wood Village turn into beastly werewolves. They will wander the forest, tearing apart everything they come across. And our friend William went from being a cursed baby and a cursed teenager to a cursed werewolf.

During the Cataclysm, the werewolves of Gilneth joined the Alliance, and William Heartbreaker joined us with the Werewolves of the Blood Fangs. Because of his superb assassination skills, he was selected by MI7, the Alliance's intelligence service, to become an Alliance agent. However, because he likes to kill innocents indiscriminately in the line of duty, he was removed from MI7 and reduced to a rich mercenary, and met us on the way to a bounty mission.

Actually, I don't have a crush on this guy with my name, and luckily he doesn't like me very much. I recognized him just when he got up, after all, his filthy and bloody soul was so unique, so cold and disgusting, like ...... Just like mine.

"How did you become human? Didn't you say you hated the weakness of human beings? I said with a sip of ale.

"Ha, William, William, don't be sarcastic about me, if it weren't for the last resort, I wouldn't have become human." The werewolf broke free of Fenix's hand and said to me with a sneer.

"Oh, what kind of situation can force our big werewolf brother into this way?"

"Shhhh Don't mention the word werewolf. With a mocking smile still on the corner of the werewolf's mouth, he whispered, "If you don't want to get into trouble, don't mention it again." With that, he motioned with his eyes for me to look around. I noticed several people staring at us, fiddling with their weapons from time to time.

"What's the situation?" I asked, confused.

"It seems that William's friend still doesn't know anything about our current situation."

I didn't speak, just stared into his eyes. He motioned with his eyes for me to look at the Thief Girl and the Little Mage, meaning to ask if they were reliable. I nodded, indicating that there was no problem.

"Well, like you, I entered that portal and was teleported here." The werewolf licked his dry lips and said, "But I have found that this is not the era we live in. We really crossed over, but unfortunately not Delaenor 15 years ago, but Northrend 5 years ago. Yes, we've come to a time when Arthas, the Lich King, hasn't been killed, a time of horror and plague! ”