Roland, who hadn't slept well on the ship two days ago, slept until noon, and although the sunlight outside the window was a little dazzling, Roland still had an urge to continue sleeping, if it weren't for the inopportune screaming of his stomach at this time.

After freshening up, the young elf put on his hidden robes and hooded again, and went to the lobby of the inn for lunch.

I had already tasted the restaurant's signature dish yesterday, so Roland just asked the waiter to serve a recommended set meal. Compared to the bustle of last night, the inn at noon was much more empty, except for a few elegant young gentlemen tasting wine at the bar, and there were only four tables in front of the entire hall where people were having lunch.

Just a simple glance at the slightly extravagant drinkers, Roland slowly tasted the mashed mashed beef stew while planning for the baptism of the paladin half a month later. Although he disembarked in Stratholm primarily to get rid of Passaren, he had to admit that he was very interested in the world-famous archbishop and the baptism of the paladins he presided over.

"Hopefully, one day I will be able to spread the word of light to the common people and teach them the meaning of the three virtues." This phrase was engraved on a coin by Alonsos Fao, who was still a missionary at the time, and threw it into Dalaran's wishing fountain, and his life was devoted to making this wish come true.

Beloved among the common people, he is the most powerful user of the Light known to mankind, he has trained a large number of priests for human society, and in the original history, he single-handedly founded the Silver Hand, an all-paladin order. To put it bluntly, he is simply the embodiment of the Light among the human beings.

However, remember that the world-famous archbishop died in the end, and his only disciple, Benedictas, also degenerated into Father Twilight and became a lackey of the Elder Gods? Could there be some connection between the two?

After all, it was just his own speculation, and those two big celebrities had nothing to do with him now, the young man quickly pressed the doubts in his heart and shifted his thoughts to the notice board he had seen on the wall of the port yesterday.

Stratholme jousting tournament!

You must know that Stratholme is the territory of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and in the absence of an alliance between the kingdoms, the newly formed Knights of the Silver Hand must be loyal to the army of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

Then the question is, which one is stronger to learn excavators?

Wrong! It should be that if the paladins were really as powerful as the Adventist said, how could other kingdoms and great nobles watch the kingdom of Lordaeron have an extra decisive force out of thin air? What's more, now that the relationship between the Alterac Kingdom and the Lordaeron Kingdom has become more and more stiff, one careless may lead to diplomatic disputes.

Of course, Terenus, who has decades of experience in governance, also knows that eating alone is a hated thing, so he will advance the annual Stratholme jousting tournament and accept the participation of all the noble children of the human kingdom on the continent of Lordaeron, as long as they can defeat the competitors and capture the top ten, they will be able to get the opportunity to be baptized by the paladin.

In this way, not only can you avoid the embarrassment of eating alone, but you can also block other people's mouths, and at the same time, because there are not many places allocated, it also ensures the advantages of the Lordaeron Kingdom itself, which can be described as the best of both worlds. It would be even more wonderful if the noble children of other kingdoms fought really in the martial arts meeting and formed grudges!

Thinking of this, Roland couldn't help but sigh, sure enough, monopoly will always be accompanied by huge profits at the beginning. It seems that the martial arts tournament was held in the Elder Square? Thinking of the contents of the notice, the young man rolled his eyes and planned to join in the fun.

The Golden Oak Inn was not far from the Elder Square, so after asking the attendant for the specific path, Roland refused the service of the guide arranged for him and went out alone. He wanted to enjoy the bustling atmosphere of the big city of Stratholme.

Because the Golden Oak is located between the Plaza des Elders and the Chapel of the Light, there is no bustle and hustle and bustle of the market area yesterday along the way. There were not many pedestrians on the street, only the shouts from the direction of the square.

Roland quickened his pace, making his way through two blocks, and through a corner, to the edge of the bustling Plaza de Elder's Square. Covering an area the size of several football fields, ten martial arts platforms more than one meter high and half the size of a basketball court were built around the large sculpture in the center of the square. The warriors on the stage, all dressed in armor and armed with unopened weapons, fought each other, while a crowd of onlookers waved their arms and shouted loudly.

Just looking at the audience in front of him, there were tens of thousands of people, and Roland felt a feeling of being the descendant of the dragon in his previous life. The young man stood still, feeling the urge to pull his legs away, until he saw a round, black and white creature dancing in the crowd?

"Yes, kick him underneath! Hiccup, give him a good look! This guy with an ordinary height of 1.7 meters has a big round belly, holding a big wine gourd, and leans in front of a ring to cheer loudly for the fighters on the stage.

The loud shout of the panda people made Roland who approached from behind a little surprised, the legend of the panda people is not calm and elegant, and the group of warrior monks who sit in meditation every day can also be rude? At this moment, he had a little doubt that the other party was the same as himself, just wearing a panda man's skin, but with a heart from another world.

Roland looked at this strange creature that he had never seen before, but he didn't expect the other party to suddenly turn his head. What kind of face is that, with snow-white hair, big black eyes, smooth chin and top of the head, an enlarged version of a national treasure.

At this moment, he finally seriously realized what the so-called back killer meant in his previous life. The body and posture characteristics of the panda people can always make up the cute picture of the people of the Celestial Empire who have been rolling and cute, but as long as you see the face, good guy! Where did the good naïve go? Where is the cuteness that is good? There is only "face Xiong Yi" left in his mind, and there is wood!

"Little one, new here?" The panda man's furry face was covered with redness, and he looked at Roland from head to toe, and suddenly showed a warm smile, and said with a strong smell of wine: "Let's go, let's have a drink together!" ”

After speaking, the other party's black bear paw "clicked" on Roland's shoulder, and led the young man to staggered out of the crowd, "Let me tell you, the thunder beer in the hearth bar is the best of the best!" ”

When the young man reacted, he realized that he had followed the other party to the door of a bar with an ale-patterned sign.

The young man who came back to his senses had only one thought left in his heart: Big brother, can you teach me this kind of spell that can take people's hearts with a loud shout?