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Lord Cheng Xiaotian ran away again, this time it was different from usual, he disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, the impact was extremely bad, and the people were extremely angry! The residents of the Arathi Basin who attended the meeting said that they were ashamed to be with this person and would rather give up their land and move to the Arathi Highlands to drink the northwest wind.

Old Dawson tried his best to appease him, and it was not until a year after the promise of tax exemption that the people reluctantly accepted it, and happily went on the road to receive the land allocated to them.

Next, there is another headache in front of us, the alliance meeting must not participate, right? How should this person be arranged? In the end, Old Dawson made a decision, such a big event, Cheng Xiaotian must participate, and he will definitely arrive, just write his name in the first place, and everyone will take care of themselves.

Half a month later, at the exit of the Arathi Basin.

The entire Arathi Basin is surrounded by high mountains, and the only exit is here, where the mountains have opened a 1-kilometer-wide opening, and beyond the exit there is still a continuous series of mountains, and on the other side of the mountains, is the Forbidden Sea.

A thoroughfare runs from north to south outside the exit, leading to the Sadol Bridge, the only way to connect the eastern kingdoms. This also shows the important strategic position of the Arathi Basin, as long as it has it, it is equivalent to pinching the throat of the Eastern Kingdom.

On this day, the sky was clear, and a mixed guard of honor stopped on the main road to stand by, and thousands of people were in the middle of the road to say goodbye. The honor guard of the visit was arranged in three parts, with distinctive clothes and armor, and it was majestic and majestic.

It is said that a viscount is not qualified to have such a big pomp, but this title is the title of Emperor Soladin himself, and the Alaso Empire no longer exists, saying that it is a lord, but in fact it is like a country.

The team for this trip included 100 knights of the Fallen Star Order, led by Dorian Solomon. There are 100 knights of the Falling Star Guardian Regiment, led by Luo Na, and 300 soldiers of the Shushan Revenge Legion, led by Lan Ya. The leader is Isara, the Night Elf. The advisors were the ghosts of the undead, and more than 500 people formed a "motley army", accompanied by the sound of trumpets and flags, and set sail to the south of the eastern kingdom.

They will straddle Lordaeron and Kazmodan. Enter the wetlands via the Sador Bridge, then take the South Gate Trail to Danmorrow, visit the Dwarven Kingdom of Ironforge, and take the subway to Stormwind.

Although there were only more than 500 people, with the prestige of the three legions, ordinary bands of thieves would not dare to approach them at all.

After the guard of honor was opened, the crowd sent the soldiers out for 10 kilometers before they were reluctant to turn back, and they walked to the "D" junction and turned left back to the basin. Only one rode on the northbound avenue. The man was wrapped in a gray robe, and he couldn't see his face clearly, and no one paid attention to him.

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In Nanhai Town, in the evening, in the adventurer's inn, the dwarf aunt was dozing off on the counter. Opposite her, the old donkey sat alone at a table with an empty wine glass in front of him, and was dozing off.

Dozing off when you open a shop to do business can only mean one thing - there is no business to do. Indeed, just as the meal was served, there was not a single guest in the lobby of the hotel. There were three or two flies, "buzzing" around. One will fly "S", the other will fly into "B", and finally the fly will be tired and land on the old donkey's lees nose.

"Uh-huh......" The old donkey twisted his nose, the fly was unmoved, and then there was a slap.

Syllable!

The door was pushed open. A man wrapped in a robe walked in.

"Why is there no one registering at the door?" The visitor asked suspiciously.

The old donkey squinted and looked at it with sleepy eyes, then fell back, raised one arm and shook it weakly: "There are no adventurers coming to the door, what do you want to register?" I'm giving that little bunny a long vacation......"

Before he finished speaking, a scoop flew over and smashed on his head, making a loud noise.

"Stupid donkey, here comes the guest!" The proprietress scolded, rushed out of the counter and greeted her in person, immediately smiling all over her face. "Welcome, sir, is there anything I can do for you?"

The old donkey woke up instantly, lifted down his crooked hat, pulled out a stone slab from his waist, and stumbled over: "Ah! Adventurers from afar, please register. ”

The person who came was stunned for a moment: "Ho, the salary is so high!"

With that, he lifted his hood to reveal a black head, and when he looked up, he revealed a pair of black eyes as bright as ink.

The old donkey and the shopkeeper's aunt glanced at each other and shouted in unison: "Boss!"

"Ambiguous!"

The visitor agreed, and ripped off the cloak, revealing a blue embroidered gold robe, as well as a black-sheathed long sword that was slanted behind him. At this point, if you can't see the identity of this person, then you are a mallet.

In order not to be discovered, Cheng Xiaotian did not dare to slip away with the sword, but chose to leave on horseback in disguise. He traveled all the way to the town of Nanhai, intending to take a boat from here to Kalimdor, but unexpectedly, the sea crossing route here was suspended.

Originally, there were two routes here, one to Theramore, and the other to the Black Coast, the territory of the Night Elves, but for some reason, they all stopped. It's understandable that the road doesn't work, but why did you stop on the Black Coast? This made Cheng Xiaotian quite incomprehensible, and in desperation, he had to come to the Adventurer's Hotel, hoping to find a way to cross the sea here.

He has not yet completed the foundation building, and even if the foundation is successful, it will be difficult to fly across the endless sea, and taking a boat is the only feasible way.

"Boss, please take a seat, you are a regular customer, you don't need to register." The old donkey pulled Cheng Xiaotian to sit down, and stuffed the stone slab back behind his buttocks. The proprietress didn't say a word, and hurried back to the counter to drink.

They still have a vivid memory of Cheng Xiaotian's generosity, and there is no business in the past few days, so they really can't wait to move people to the shrine and offer them, and then release people when they are squeezed dry.

The old donkey sat with him personally, and Cheng Xiaotian was about to inquire about the news, when he only heard a "clang", the door was pushed open again, and another man wrapped in a gray robe walked in.

"Hey, why isn't there anyone registering at the door?" The visitor asked suspiciously.

"Aha!" The old donkey and the shopkeeper's aunt couldn't help laughing, they can't be wrong, and there are local tyrants who have come to the door!

"Hmm!" The shopkeeper's aunt smiled and gave the old donkey a vicious look.

Is the old donkey a fool? hurriedly greeted him with a smile: "Ah! Distinguished guests do not need to register, may I ask the boss, is there anything I can do for you? ”

The visitor seemed to be very puzzled: "No need to register? When did the professional unions become so lenient? ”

As he spoke, the man lifted his hood, revealing an old, obscene human face.

This man is definitely very old, so old that I can't even tell how old he is, his thin face is full of beard scum, and his short gray curly hair is like a Buddha in the temple. After lifting the hood, he also scratched his head, and "fluttered" until the lice fell down, and Cheng Xiaotian grinned.

Can a local tyrant be like this?

The proprietress was immediately unhappy, knocked on the counter with a wine grape, and roared in a rough voice: "Old bald donkey, you know that you can talk about #Sao, don't go to work soon!"

The old donkey wants to cry without tears, are you still unreasonable? But a fool would reason with a woman, so he went to the backyard to carry the barrel with his head bored.

The old man listened to the boss unhappy: "Boss, what kind of hospitality are you?" Didn't I pay for your wine? ”

The proprietress didn't raise her eyelids, and said lightly: "This hotel sleeps for 30 coppers a night, and the most inferior ale also costs 20 coppers for a cup, pay first."

Is there a tavern inn that pays upfront? Of course there is, it depends on who it is.

The old man seemed to be choked, and only after a while did he say quietly: "My old man is not interested in ale wine, bring me a glass of wine, and ask for three years of Cabernet Sauvignon, and he will pay for it."

After speaking, the old man shook his sleeves, stretched out a finger like a chicken claw, and pointed at Cheng Xiaotian.

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