"Run forward!"

A human non-commissioned officer shouted at his top and began to trot along the side of the road, followed closely by a long line of recruit eggs behind him. ￡∝，

A large road leads straight into the distance, and the neat street trees are planted on both sides of the road, like two columns of soldiers. Beyond the street trees is a stretch of farmland, as far as the eye can see, dotted with military camps.

As a satellite town of the capital Stormwind City, Shining Gold Town is garrisoned by 60,000 troops, which are subordinate to the Stormwind Legion and the Northern Legion, as well as four recruit training camps, which continue to provide fresh blood for the two legions.

As soon as the morning mist dissipated, a traveler covered in wind and dust walked alone on the main road. He wore a large gray cloak and a hood that covered his figure and head.

This dress is commonplace in Azeroth, the standard adventurer.

raised his head and looked in front of him, and the person who came revealed a pair of dark and smart eyes, he was Cheng Xiaotian who said goodbye.

Since calling Azeroth, Cheng Xiaotian has been soaking in the bloody battlefield in the Arathi Basin for a year, and although there is no lack of swords and swords in this journey, it is already very easy in comparison. Now that the end of the journey is finally approaching, and the easy days are about to pass, he is really a little reluctant.

A team of soldiers running out of morning exercises came in front, Cheng Xiaotian rolled up his sleeves and moved to the side of the road, lowering his head to look at the embarrassment of those recruits. The leading non-commissioned officer is actually very young, but in order to maintain his majesty, he has his face stretched into a "playing card".

"You are so weak, you start panting after only a kilometer, and the women are stronger than you." The non-commissioned officers roared loudly, destroying what little self-confidence the recruits had left. Cheng Xiaotian couldn't help but laugh out loud, this non-commissioned officer actually wanted to breathe for a long time, but he held back his ......

The young non-commissioned officer noticed that someone was watching him on the side of the road, his face was slightly red, he didn't dare to shout anymore, and ran over with his eyes flashing.

Look at these young people. Cheng Xiaotian sighed with emotion and breathed a sigh of relief, he missed his soldiers.

The town of Shanjin in front is already in sight, the villages on both sides of the road are dotted, the farmers are working hard in the fields, a peaceful scene, Cheng Xiaotian has walked all the way, dyed with fireworks in the world.

Flash Gold Town, Grand Crossroads, Central Square.

I don't know who said such a sentence: the so-called life. It's about constantly hitting a crossroads, and then constantly making choices (I said). Now Cheng Xiaotian is sitting at the crossroads, hesitating.

There is a fountain in the center of the intersection, which not only buffers the passing of cars and horses, but also provides drinking water for horses and livestock. There was a street sign erected by the fountain, pointing in four directions, marking Stormwind City, Red Ridge Mountain, Night Town, and Western Wilderness, and Cheng Xiaotian sat under this street sign, bowing his head and pondering.

Actually, it's not a big deal. He just didn't know where to go, so he sat here in a daze, letting the sound of horses' hooves "tuk tuk" come and go, and sat from early morning to midnight.

"Excuse me. Do you know how to get around Moon Season Hotel? Someone beside him asked for directions, his voice was deep and deep, and Cheng Xiaotian raised his head.

Opposite stood a middle-aged man, with a sturdy body and a vicissitudes of appearance. Holding a horse in his hand, he looked at himself with a smile on his face. Seeing Cheng Xiaotian raise his head, he hurriedly continued: "We are merchants from the Valley of Thorns. Those who sell goods to Stormwind City are going to stay here for a night, and I heard that there is a good moon season hotel here, so I ......"

With that, the man glanced back, and followed his gaze, where a caravan of carriages and horses was parked on the side of the street, and the porter of the cart was staring at him. Cheng Xiaotian's heart moved when he heard this, Yueji Hotel? Such a familiar name.

"I'm sorry, but I'm also a newcomer." Cheng Xiaotian replied absentmindedly while thinking.

When the man heard Cheng Xiaotian's accent, a trace of disappointment appeared on his face, but he was an old businessman who ran the dock, and he treated people very well. ”

With that, the man beckoned, and the caravan moved slowly along the street.

The middle-aged man led the horse to ask the others. As soon as the convoy passed by, Cheng Xiaotian's eyes froze, and he finally remembered where he had heard the name of the Yueji Hotel, so he got up quietly and followed behind the caravan.

After turning two street corners, the convoy turned into an alley where sewage flowed, and at the end, a façade appeared in front of it, and a stone pillar stood next to the door, on which was engraved a line of words - Yueji Hotel.

It's here.

It's here, but it's 108,000 miles away from Cheng Xiaotian's imagination, here...... It's so broken.

The dilapidated houses, the dark rooms, were constantly steaming out with the smell of musty, sweat, and an indescribable mixture...... That's it, can he be the location of the MI7 junction with his hands and eyes in the sky? Cheng Xiaotian suddenly felt bad, his curiosity was swept away, and he turned around and prepared to leave.

The name is elegant, but isn't this just a big car shop!

But as soon as his body turned, in less than a second, he immediately turned back again, his head lowered, and his eyes were dripping.

Tuk-tuk.

A horse walked past Cheng Xiaotian, and immediately sat a bald man, none other than Jamil Singh. However, there is a difference from before, at this time his eyes are bright, and the "blind eye" is intact.

Jameel knew the way to it, tied his horse to the stone pillar in the doorway, glanced left and right, and stepped into the dark doorway. Cheng Xiaotian said "There is a door", tucked his hood and followed in.

Unexpectedly, the smell in the house was not as strong as expected, but it seemed to linger, and after staying for a while, Cheng Xiaotian quickly adapted, and stood quietly by the wall with his head down. On the other side, Jamil stood in front of the counter and threw a handful of copper horns at the counter.

"I want room 13." Jamil's voice was very low, and Cheng Xiaotian transported his spiritual power in Zhihai before he could barely hear it clearly.

"What's going to eat tomorrow morning?" Leaning slightly, someone behind the counter spoke, and his voice was as sharp as scratching glass.

Hearing this, Jamil lowered his posture and said mysteriously: "Last year's mutton."

Cheng Xiaotian almost didn't squirt, what a mess this is.

A key was thrown on the counter, and Jamil grabbed the key and walked to the side of the aisle without looking back. Cheng Xiaotian thought about it and walked to the counter.

The shopkeeper was a male dwarf, who was sitting behind the counter holding a money box counting copper plates, hearing footsteps approaching, he didn't raise his head and muttered: "37, 38, the rooms are full, if you want to sleep, sleep in the stable, if you don't sleep, go to another house."

"Okay, do you want money?" Cheng Xiaotian asked.

The shopkeeper was not happy at the time, "39, 40, don't want money?" How can there be such a good thing, 3 copper horns, love to sleep or not, 41! ”

"Two." Cheng Xiaotian is also idle when he is idle, teasing him.

The dwarf shopkeeper waved his hand impatiently and pointed to the ear door on the side, "Take the money, go by yourself, go out, hey!" Where did I count? ”

“46。” Cheng Xiaotian flickered casually, slapped two copper horns on the counter, and went out of his ears by himself.

The dwarf shopkeeper wiped the two copper horns into the money box, and continued to repeat the numbers: "47, 48......"

As the shopkeeper said, when he went out of the ear door, he was facing the stable, and Cheng Xiaotian went in to take a look, and he was happy.

The stables were large, with a dozen compartments in the front, a few horses in the back, and a mountain of forage in the back. Not only does the smell here be better than in the hotel, but no one disturbs it, in Cheng Xiaotian's opinion, it is much stronger than those Chase shops.

When Cheng Xiaotian jumped on the hay pile, he drew a "nest" by the window, sat cross-legged and breathed, from here, you can clearly see the roof of the Yueji Hotel, where there is a small attic standing alone - Room 13.

On the first day, it was calm and unwavering, Cheng Xiaotian never opened his eyes, no one came to the depths of the hay pile to disturb him, and Jamil did not go out all day. Everything was as usual the next day, and there was nothing abnormal during the day on the third day, until midnight, when Cheng Xiaotian finally opened his eyes and looked at the small attic where the lights were not extinguished all night. (To be continued.) )