Three days later, the calm waters of Minahill Harbour.

In the aftermath of the storm, the streets of Mineshir Harbour are as dirty and crowded as ever. Although the wooden pier was damaged by the previous raging storm, most of the emergency repairs by the dock workers were finally repaired in time, so that the port terminal could continue to be used. The violent storm didn't seem to bring much disaster to Minahil Harbor, perhaps because the people who lived by the sea had long since become accustomed to the occasional fury of the Endless Sea.

Early in the morning, the people of Minahill Harbour wade through the foul-smelling muddy water to where they want to go. No one noticed Amy Howlens, who was shrouded in a cloak, looked around as unnoticed as he could, and then merged into the crowd.

The port of Mineshir is not strictly a natural deep-water harbour, and ships entering the harbour, especially those with a deep draft, must be docked by a long trestle bridge. But even so, the port of Minahill still exists as a hub between Lordaeron in the north and Stormwind in the south. What's more, ships from the kingdom of Kurtilas and goblin merchant ships from Kalimdor Hotsand Hill would also dock here to replenish supplies, bringing prosperity and trade to the port.

But since the two orc invasions, especially the destruction of Stormstorm Fortress, that crowded and busy scene is gone, and the harbor is often filled with idle dock workers and traders who can't pull a single customer for half a day. Termite-ridden trestles, dilapidated port facilities, dilapidated docks, and ballistas are all telling the story of the crisis and decay that this once glorious port city is about to face.

But today, a huge three-masted warship appeared in the storm-stricken port of Minahir, and beyond the harbor, anxious dock workers and all sorts of merchants and vendors poured in the direction of the dock. Even though it wasn't a merchant ship, the supplies needed for such a huge warship would be enough for everyone to keep busy for a while.

Under the gaze of all hopeful eyes, the big ship slowly sailed into the harbor under the guidance of the guide ship, and finally slowly leaned into the berth. A thick cable was thrown from the side of the ship by the sailors, and the dock workers, who had been waiting there, quickly picked up the rope and tied it to the stump, and he was so serious that he tied three sailors' knots in a row before he stopped, as if he feared that the ship would suddenly run away with a whizz.

A group of people appeared at the gap in the side of the ship, and at that moment they were greeted by Adam Lindh, the administrator of the port. Under normal circumstances, he had to collect taxes every time a merchant ship entered the port.

Amy Howrens, MI7's intelligence chief in the wetlands, easily found the target of his trip among the passengers. The bald goblin in a fine animal skin coat looked so obscene and ugly that he couldn't find any reason to miss the other party. And behind that lewd goblin is an eye-catching minotaur. He carried a huge two-handed hammer on his shoulder, his thick and powerful body was half a body taller than the humans around him, and his exposed explosive muscles were full of visual impact and oppression, looking like an elephant standing proudly among the horses.

A naval lieutenant with the rank of lieutenant was arguing fiercely with the harbor warden over something. Behind him, hundreds of sailors and soldiers were waiting to descend the gangway. But it was clear that the port would not allow such a thing to happen - a huge elite army of more than 600 people entered the city at the same time, which was too great a threat to the city's security. Not to mention that in order to prevent the possible trouble and chaos caused by these energetic and thirsty men, a large number of men had to be arranged, and if they wanted to, they could even easily seize control of the port. Therefore, even if these Kurtilas navy are the officers and men of the Allied powers, they must follow the rules of the port.

As expected by the "wandering swordsman", the harbor warden forcefully refused the lieutenant's request to land all of them, and instead allowed only a hundred people to take turns to land and rest ashore. The lieutenant turned around with some helplessness and whispered helplessly to a man dressed as a captain standing on the gangway, but almost all the crew members of the ship saw the failed negotiation, and there was an uproar on the side of the ship. After a long voyage at sea, especially after escaping from violent storms and raging waves, almost everyone is eager to get on land and relax.

But at this moment, this hope was dashed, and the crew was dissatisfied with the ancestors of the port officials and all the female relatives, but in the end, they shut up under the constraints of discipline, and some of them left the side of the ship in disappointment and walked into the cabin.

It was not only they who were disappointed, but also the porters and merchants waiting at the docks, who were more interested in the loss than the dull and tired sailors. Amy Howlens even found among them a couple of ostentatious women, apparently in some kind of leather business, whose protests were particularly shrill.

To everyone's despair, however, the harbour keeper insisted on his request without flinching, and even the money bags filled with gold coins quietly handed over by the merchants who took the lead and the winks thrown by the prostitutes did not change his mind. At his command, a detachment of heavily armed harbor guards rushed up and pushed the onlookers backwards. Threatened by the shiny spears and swords, the dock workers and merchants scattered in panic, and some pessimistic people began to curse and walk in the direction of the city.

Amy Howens, who was in the crowd, was equally anxious, and if the target couldn't get off the boat, he couldn't do anything about it. He didn't have the ability to rush onto a warship full of hundreds of strong men to find out the news and test the depth of the target. And just when he was about to turn around and leave in frustration and find another way, a turning point appeared.

With a violent crash, several long oak gangplanks were slammed down between the side of the ship and the trestle, and while the gangplanks were still vibrating violently, the mighty group stepped on it and walked onto the trestle. Caravans laden with goods, mysterious guys wrapped in cloaks, travelers with travelers' backpacks, maverick adventurers or commoners with their families, passengers of all races and identities of all kinds are pouring down like a tidal wave.

They were some of the passengers that the Flying Osprey had carried on its trip. The managing officer of the port, Adam Lind, did not raise any objection to the disembarkation of these men, apparently, with his permission, and the situation in which the naval warship made some extra money was tacitly approved by all his peers. In order to protect the order and safety of the port, it is one thing to restrict sailors and officers and men from going ashore, and it is another thing to release the passengers on board the warship. You can't do anything that cuts off people's money. Once this conventional rule is broken, the offended person will go to the sea, and what awaits him at that time may be countless troubles.

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At the front was the goblin merchant, thin, ugly, green-skinned, with weak feet and weak limbs, and it seemed that he had been devastated on this voyage and had little combat power. In fact, he is indeed the weakest guy in the target group this time. During the caravan's arduous journey, the bald goblin never showed any combat prowess, except for throwing a goblin bomb against a Brotherhood bandit attacking the Brotherhood of Divia who attacked the People's Army of the Western Wilderness.

In the information provided by MI7 headquarters, he is just a fledgling goblin merchant. Having just left the goblin island of Kozan to start his business career in the Eastern Kingdoms, he somehow got in touch with Countess Caterina Presto of the Stormwind Noble Council. According to the news from the spy and the eyeliner in the Earl's Court, a huge deal has just been completed between them, and the content and purpose of this transaction are one of the goals of his mission.

Walking behind the bald goblin was the strong minotaur. He wore a hideous brown and black armor, carried a huge two-handed war hammer on his broad shoulders, and carried a heavy tower shield with hideous spikes on his solid back. In the leather sheath on the outside of his thigh, a doji dart was inserted, and the purple throwing weapon seemed to be dyed with the blood of the enemy, revealing a strange cold glow from the inside out. This mighty and majestic minotaur looks like a moving fortress of war.

Combined with the information at hand, Amy Howlens had no doubt that this fierce-looking minotaur could easily take out the entire port guard force alone. In the jungle of the Valley of Thorns, this fierce minotaur easily slew dozens of jungle trolls and three powerful troll berserkers.

In fact, MI7 is not without records of the Minotaurs, but not much is known about the current situation of these races living on the other side of the Endless Sea, on the continent of Kalimdor. As for Don's resume, all MI7 has now is a detailed representation of Old Tang and Little Nizi Serena *Bloodfeather after they set foot in Treasure Bay. There is not much understanding of the substantive aspects of identity and background. And even this information was obtained after asking Don's former teammate, the human swordsman Huasi Lev, who now works with the People's Army of the Western Wilderness.

And the reason why MI7 targeted Old Tang was the parchment full of information about the Brotherhood of Defia that Old Tang left for the swordsman. Why would a minotaur, who had always lived in Kalimdor, know so much about this organization full of scoundrels, bandits, and thieves? This is something that Shore and other senior MI7 officials are puzzled and quite worried about.

"Could it be that these brave and fierce minotaurs also have their own intelligence network in Stormwind? That would be terrible! Amy Howlens had a ridiculous idea in his mind, he was confident that MI7 was one of the best intelligence organizations in the pan-continent, and that there was no rival to him except for the dragon-blind Ravenhold. And if the Minotaurs of another continent can establish a set of intelligence networks that are not detected by everyone under the nose of MI7, it will definitely be a powerful force that makes everyone fearful, and their unknown purpose will make all the high-level people worry overnight!

"Impossible, how can such a thing be possible! There's definitely another reason! It doesn't matter, since I've set my sights on you, there will be a day when Ichiē will really look like a big white! Amy Howlens, the intelligence chief, shook her head and left the crazy thoughts in her head behind her, and carefully observed the target.

On the other hand, Old Tang didn't know that the information he left for the swordsman because of his kindness would be exposed to MI7 so early. Otherwise, Lao Tang would never be soft-hearted for a while and bring countless troubles to his future. Old Tang, who was unaware of the fact that he was now being targeted by MI7 and this intelligence predator in later generations, had just vaguely sensed that there was a prying eye focused on him by relying on his keen spiritual sense, and at that moment the hairs on his body stood on end.

After carefully looking around, Old Tang, who didn't find the source of this feeling, touched his nose and said to himself with some doubts: "Could it be that the storm I encountered this time really made me nervous?" No, it's probably my physique that attracts too much attention! Uh-huh, it must be so! Hey, it's a sin to be too much! Stepping on the solid ground again made Lao Tang feel more comfortable than ever, even if he vaguely felt some uneasiness, he soon thought that he had found the right answer, so he didn't think about it, and even narcissistically teased himself.

"This is a powerful warrior, with sharp senses and great strength. It is not advisable to confront each other head-on. Amy Howence, the head of MI7's wetlands, said to herself after discovering that Don Sr. might be aware of his investigation, and at the same time surprised by Don's keen perception. He then turned his attention and continued to observe the rest of the caravan.

"Well, with a very reasonable adventure team, although the composition of the personnel is diverse, it can also be explained. But the Minotaur Warrior, the Gnome Mage, and the High Elf Spellbreaker, and a female dwarf who can't see through the depths, huh! Under normal circumstances, how could a small goblin caravan have so many masters? It's strange that there are no problems with such a caravan! ”

"What are those stupid nobles in Stormwind doing again? Do they have maggots in their heads? Damn, sooner or later we will slaughter all those moths! ”

What MI7 agent Amy Howlens doesn't know is that the situation of so many masters in a small caravan is purely by mistake. Milhouse*Mana Storm, a powerful dwarf, joined the caravan by pure accident, and a certain ninth-order "little Lori" was obviously coming for the old Tang. As for the High Elf Spellbreaker, why did this original royal court guard appear in the caravan and cover as an adventurer, Old Tang has also been curious. This "goblin caravan conspiracy theory" can be said that everyone was shot while lying down, and they were extremely innocent.

At the port, as dozens of passengers aboard the Flying Osprey Navy warship stepped off the ship's side, the crowd waiting on the dock suddenly boiled, and they rushed towards the travelers like a tidal wave, and even the desperate efforts of the guards could not stop their enthusiasm. Amy Howlens felt like a fallen leaf struggling in this crowd. But he quickly gave up a qiē movement and surged forward with the flow of people.

The people of the caravan at the front of the crowd looked at Yiqiqi in front of them in amazement, and when they were still hesitating whether to find another way, they were overwhelmed by the crowd of people. There were almost all waving arms in front of him, and the smell in his nose was a mixture of strong sweat and cheap perfume, which was disgusting.

The pandaman, who had only woken up from his hangover a moment before the battleship docked, said something in his strange lingua franca that made Don roll his eyes.

"Aha, the people here are so welcoming!"

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This is today's chapter~~~ Okay, the foreshadowing, the transition and everything are explained...... All the pits have been dug ~~ and they will be filled slowly in the future~~~~

The next one is to the Arathi Heights~~~~ Okay~~~ The next two should be the fall of a certain hero~~~ Old Tang will also tear his face with Lolimi for the first time~~~