Andy rested the night at Malfurion, who didn't stay in Darnassus for long, and in his own words, he needed to keep an eye on the Kalimdor border at all times. There are still some old ports between www.biquge.info the two continents, although the relationship between the elves and the human kingdom has collapsed, and those ports have never been used again, but it doesn't mean that those creatures from the other world won't use them!

Early the next morning, Andrew and Hilal picked up Andy, who was still asleep, early, making Andy complain and reluctantly.

The two of them were going to take him to apprenticeship, the same teacher that Malfurion said didn't even give face to Malfurion, but gave face to this bow.

Darnassus is not really big in Andy's opinion, and he can travel all over the city on foot, after all, Darnassus is not all of Tedasir.

In a small, dimly lit thatched hut in the middle of nowhere, Andrew found the great-sounding teacher. A bad old man, with brown hair like thatch, tied up in a mess on the top of his head, and a yellow, charred beard hanging from his chin. Andy really can't combine the image of this old man and the teacher, the contrast is too great, he looks more like an old drunkard who lives alone all his life.

In fact, Andy's feelings are not wrong at all, he is an old alcoholic. No, as he spoke, he took out a dirty wine jug from behind his waist, poured two sips, and then glanced at Andrew drunkenly, and said vaguely: "What are you doing here?" You, you, what about your teacher, why didn't he come? "The old man's words are almost unspeakable.

Andrew did not show contempt or disdain for this old man, but bowed respectfully as if he respected his own teacher: "Teacher, he went to check the boundary himself, and he asked me to bring him over!" Andrew said, reaching out to Andy, and by the way, he covered his nose with his hand, as if the smell of this little thatched house made him very uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to react too violently.

Hilal couldn't take it anymore, and walked out of the house less than a quarter of an hour after entering. Andy is already on the verge of collapse, oh my God, what's the smell of in this house? The smell of alcohol, the smell of feet, and the smell of rot. If he hadn't come to apprentice, Andy wouldn't have come in or run away like Hilal.

"Oh, what did you bring him here for?" The old drunkard asked, burping in passing.

Andrew frowned slightly and took a small step back before replying, "This is what the teacher meant, he asked me to bring him over to worship you as a teacher." Andrew then tried to tell Andy from beginning to end, but before he could say a word, he was interrupted by the old drunkard: "Is your teacher stupid or crazy?" Worship me as a teacher? It's also thanks to him that he can figure it out, has he forgotten ...... back then" The old drunkard stopped talking about this, and there seemed to be some taboo.

"This ...... It is indeed the meaning of the teacher. Andrew discerned.

"Okay, don't say any more, you can go." The old drunkard gave an eviction order, "Don't come and disturb my rest again!" ”

Andrew shook his head helplessly, glanced at Andy, and cast a reassuring look.

"Brother Andrew, let's go." Andy said, "It's not uncommon for him to take me!" Besides, don't I still have my bow? In fact, Andy wanted to say that he still had a Warcraft elf, but when the words came to his lips, he quickly changed his words, and the matter of the Warcraft elf system could not be revealed no matter what. Andy said, turning and walking out.

The drunkard old man squinted at Andy, just now he was only talking to Andrew, and did not look at Andy. But at this glance, the old drunkard suddenly sat up straight and drank: "Little doll, show me what you have!" ”

"Hmph, why?" Andy didn't look back.

"Do you know who you're talking to?" The old drunkard's tone seemed to be a different person, "Why? That's it! As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and a huge suction force appeared between the palms of his hands, sucking the bow behind Andy.

"My bow!" Andy was in a hurry, turned around and lifted his leg towards the old man, and secretly shouted: "Kick!" ”

The old man didn't look at him at all, he held the bow in one hand, although it was still through the cloth bag, but he could already feel the familiar fluctuations, as for Andy's kick, he only moved his fingers, and Andy's foot bounced back, and he bounced himself a big heel.

"Oops!" Andy fell to the ground, Andrew hurriedly went over to help him up, and said softly: "Don't be stupid, even if the teacher comes, you don't dare to do it casually." ”

Andy was shocked, what is the identity of this bad old man? Malfurion had to be careful with him, who the hell was this? Looking at the old man's appearance, he doesn't look like a hidden master at all!

"Give me back the bow!" Andy stood up and stretched out his hand.

"It's not a small temper at a young age, but the strength of that kick is okay for a child like you!" The old drunkard really seemed to have changed at this time, and he no longer had the same drunken appearance as before, his eyes were full of tenderness, and he gently untied the cloth bag wrapped in the bow.

"Little doll, answer me a few questions, and I'll give you back the bow!" The old drunkard said.

"Where did this bow come from?"

"Daddy left it for me before he died!"

"How did your dad get it?"

"I don't know!"

"Do you know where this bow came from?"

"I don't know!"

"Do you know whose bow it is?"

"I don't know! Well, could it be yours? ”

"I can only ask you, not let you ask me!"

"And what else do you know?"

"I don't know!"

The old drunk asked several questions in one breath, stared at Andy for a while, and then sighed softly and said, "That's it, what you got is your fate, give it to you!" ”

The old drunk threw the bow to Andy, who quickly picked up the cloth bag on the ground and carefully loaded the bow.

"Boy, go back and tell Malfurion, this kid is here!" The old drunk said.

Andrew was really relieved, hurriedly saluted yes, patted Andy on the shoulder, and left quickly. In other words, Andrew has stayed enough in the house, and the smell is simply unbearable.

"Boy, it's all right! Don't fiddle with your bow anymore, it's for use, not for God's offering! The old drunkard said.

"This is what my father left me, besides, who do you think you are?" Andy looked disdainful.

"Oh, hehe! I'm Nasass! The old drunkard looked quite proud.

"Who are you?" Andy thought he had misheard.

"Boy, listen up, my name is Nassan!" The old drunkard sat down again, spread out like an old drunkard, and said, "From this day on, I will be your teacher!" Hurry up, call the teacher to listen! ”