"Iron felt, bring me two kegs of good thunder beer!"

In front of a tavern on the edge of the Elder Square, the familiar panda man finally let go of the big hand stuck on Roland's shoulder, pushed the wooden door open, and roared vigorously.

Because it was just past noon, there were no customers in the tavern, and the whole hall could only see the dwarven proprietor standing on a bench with a rag wiping the counter.

The dwarf boss who was called "Iron Felt" should have been accustomed to this loud panda man, he didn't put down his work, just turned his head and shouted to the kitchen behind him: "Nion, Arashiyama is here, old rules!" ”

Then, the dwarf with a delicate braid on his chin beard greeted the panda man who entered the door: "Arashiyama, why are you here so early today?" ”

Without waiting for the other party to reply, the dwarf boss who raised his head saw the young man who seemed a little helpless following the panda man, and the experienced boss immediately understood what was happening.

"So there's a new little guy who pulled in," the dwarf looked up at Roland with pity, shaking his head and muttering in a voice that no one could hear, "still a fledgling Queldore." ”

Before he could say more, a young dwarf with a small barrel came out of the kitchen. He easily lifted the barrel full of beer and placed it heavily on the counter. Seeing the panda man next to him picking up the barrel like a hungry dog, Roland quietly moved the chair under him to the side.

"My master said that drinking is the best exercise," he said, taking a big sip of beer, Pandaman lifted his bear paw and wiped his chin, explaining to Roland with a shocked face. As for the two dwarves, they are not surprised by the words and deeds of the panda people.

"Arashiyama・Giant Claw! If you continue like this, you'll be unlucky one day because you're drunk. The dwarven boss known as the iron felt put on a serious old man's face.

"For us wine fairies, as long as we can get drunk, there is no ...... There's nothing to worry about", the pandaman named Arashiyama put down the keg, burped, and lay on the counter in a daze.

Looking at the drunken panda man in front of him, Iron Felt turned around and shouted to the kitchen: "Nion, go to the blue wind chimes and call Latonicus, we can't do business with these two hundred pounds of big meat balls here!" ”

"Little one, what do you want to drink?" Finally, after the young dwarf trotted all the way out of the door, Iron Felt said the first words to Roland, "For the sake of you sending Arashiyama back, today's drink will be discounted by 20%. ”

"Well, a glass of fruit wine is ready", the young man who watched the play for a long time had already ignited a raging fire of gossip in his heart, "Has this Arashiyama Giant Claw Master always been like this, so casual?" ”

After a long pause, the young man found such a word in his mind that was not derogatory.

"Hehe", the old dwarf's weather-beaten face squeezed out a smile, "Do you want to say that he is too casual, or do you want to say that you are not a good person yourself?" ”

"Don't underestimate the skills of the warrior monk, if you don't think you have no malice and are a guy you can trust, this stupid-looking fat panda won't come into contact with you when you're drunk."

Hearing the dwarf explain to himself in a firm tone, Roland couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his cheek, saying that this is considered a good person card?

"Don't look at him drunk like this now, you must know that he and I traveled all over Kalimdor at that time." Iron Felt managed to snatch the barrel from the claws of the fat panda and began to clean up the wine stains that had been splashed on the counter by the other party.

"Kalimdor?" Roland glanced at the panda man who was sleeping next to him, and felt a little incredible, shouldn't this guy's style be the type that has to help the other party count the money after being sold?

"That's why I said you underestimated the instincts of the warrior monks," the old dwarf shook his head as he glanced at the hood on the young man's head, and continued.

"This guy must have taken a fancy to you as an inexperienced young man, and it's a High Elf he's never seen before, so he brought you to my tavern."

"But I think the most important reason is that grumpy Night Elf, he's not as brainless as you think!" As he spoke, Iron Felt stretched out a stubby finger and poked the pandaman's furry head, while the other party just turned over in front of the counter and continued to sleep.

"They have a unique ability to perceive danger, which they call 'Zen mind,'" the dwarf's tone was somewhat mysterious, as if he wanted to show off his vast knowledge.

"Night Elves?"

The young man who was thinking about the sweet fruit wine in front of him did not make a fuss because the other party saw through his identity, after all, he could hide ordinary people who had never seen the world by dressing up, if the other party really walked all over Kalimdor as he said, this kind of inappropriate disguise was simply pediatric.

At the same time, he didn't care about the so-called "Zen heart" that the other party deliberately flaunted, but keenly captured a key word - the night elves, the arrogant guy who called himself the son of the stars.

The young man looked up sharply and asked in an incredulous tone, "Uncle Felt Iron, do you mean the group of Night Elves north of Kalimdor?" That group of self-proclaimed sons of the stars would come to the human kingdom? Has the World Tree fallen or has Elune descended to the mortal world? ”

The old dwarf did not answer, but looked behind the young man, and at the same time, a cold voice sounded behind him: "If I were you, I wouldn't have probed my head to inquire about what I shouldn't know, exile!" ”

It was a muscular elf over two meters tall, with violet skin and long dark blue shawl hair. The other party was wearing old soft armor made of unknown leather, with many traces of sewing on it, and it could be clearly seen that it was an old guy.

At this moment, this Cadore was looking down at Roland who was sitting on the bench, his eyes revealing resentment, but for some reason, Roland seemed to see a trace of complexity and entanglement in his gaze.

"Latonicus Moon Spear! Can you, an old fellow who has lived for tens of thousands of years, not bully this newborn child? That's not a glorious thing! The old dwarf's rough voice interrupted the gaze between the two elves, "Push this ball of meat away for me!" ”

The Night Elf didn't say a word, just silently picked up the drooling pandaman lying on the counter and turned to leave the tavern. As he passed by the young man, he whispered, "You should be glad you don't have that nasty arcane smell on you, exile." ”

It wasn't until he had left for a few minutes that the old dwarf explained to Roland: "Actually, this guy is not bad, but he is a little prejudiced against mages and high elves. ”

He held out his thumb and forefinger in a gesture that was only a little bit of a gesture, "Just a little bit." ”

However, in the face of the young man's skeptical and scrutinizing gaze, he resolutely retreated. He shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, "Well, believe it or not, I believe it anyway." ”

But now Roland is not concerned with the Night Elf's attitude, but with the reason for his presence in Stratholme. But the dwarf obviously didn't know, maybe he knew but didn't want to reveal it to the High Elf in front of him.

He shook his head, pretending to fiddle with his braided head, "Hey, the Descender has only been here for a month, and he has encountered so many strange things, he is a panda man, a night elf, and now there is a high elf, it seems that this day is not going to be peaceful!" ”

With that, the old dwarf jumped off the bench and went into the kitchen behind him, leaving only the lonely young elf drinking sullenly.