At the entrance of the inn, there were several dwarves, dressed in costumes, like brute-hammer dwarves. A few dwarves were drinking in the ring with a large glass of beer, completely unconcerned about the bustling pedestrians coming and going. The three dwarves sat on the stone steps to the right of the inn's entrance, talking and laughing.

The personalities of several dwarves Hao Fang made Fuhang dare not compliment. When Fuhang and his party entered the hotel, they found that this hotel really had all kinds of characters. Whether it's dwarves or gnomes, they are all in this inn.

Extraordinarily tall and flaming elves sat around a table. Several gnomes circled around beside them.

"Are you elves who fled from the northern regions of Lordaeron? The way you look down is that it doesn't match the personality of your race. The diminutive dwarf old man said.

"You gnomes aren't much better, the whole of Nomorigen is lost, and you're still here to taunt us?" The male blood elf's ridicule of the dwarf old man, tooth for tooth, did not tolerate it at all, and the disaster brought by the war was never a topic of conversation after dinner.

"Shout, the noble High Elves used to be a powerful force in the entire Eastern Kingdom, and a thousand years ago, even the Araso Empire did not dare to confront it, but I didn't expect it to fall to such a point today." The old dwarf man spoke sharply and aggressively.

The embarrassment of the high elf like the dwarf old man is not for anything else, but for the qualification to live in the kingdom of Gilneth for a long time.

The Kingdom of Gilneth has been a neutral place since the Second Orc War and its withdrawal from the Alliance. Under the protection of the Greymane Wall, it has become a refuge, and many people who have been in the flames of war have come here in search of peace. The king of Gilneth also generously took them in, and the kingdom of Gilneth provided them with protection as long as they paid a share of the tax.

However, the Kingdom of Gilneth is so big, and there are many refugees who come to visit it. They couldn't all stay in Gilneth, and that's why there was a lot of humanoids. Both dwarves and dwarves are crowding out each other for this qualification.

And they can't be blamed for this, without the protection of soldiers, without a homeland, on their own. It is difficult to survive in the Eastern Kingdoms. Because, the danger of the great eastern kingdom is everywhere.

A female High Elf shook her head and motioned for the male High Elf not to speak.

When Fuhang moved his gaze to the female elf in front of him, a familiar aura hit Fuhang's mind. A different feeling!

It's not just the beautiful face of this female elf's fiery red clothes, nor does it have a sturdy figure but not a slender figure. This breath made Fuhang very familiar with it, but he couldn't say this feeling.

Fuhang's burning gaze seemed to make the female elf aware of it. She glared at Fu Hang fiercely, the tip of her nose curled slightly, and raised the dagger in her hand.

Fuhang saw that the female elf was so alert. Scratching her head in embarrassment, feelings, another woman has taken herself as a pervert.

The male elf also seemed to notice the new human in the inn, and the hostility on his face became even stronger.

The old dwarf man pointed the finger at Fu Hang, "Shout, human, look at your outfit as if you're from Lordaeron." Let's see, what the kingdom of Lordaeron, which was invincible a few years ago, has become now. ”

When Arendt heard the old man speak like this, he said angrily, "You short old man, pay attention to this when you speak." Be careful I cut you! "Arendt is most taboo for the people of other royal cities to slander his country, no matter what has become of his country, Arendt, and even all the Silver Hand Paladins, remember that he was once the people of Lordaeron. Such a feeling of the mother country does not allow others to say a bad word about her.

"Brother Arendt, keep our Lordaren people in plain place." Fuhang reminded Arendt.

Fuhang's words slapped the dwarf old man in the face resoundingly.

"Yes, I know the regimental commander." The anger in Arendt's eyes was projected onto the dwarf old man. Meaning, if you say anything bad about Lordaeron, the head of the regiment won't be able to save you!

"Sir, don't you live in Danmoro? How did you get to Gilneth. Fuhang asked.

The old dwarf snorted at Fuhang's hypocrisy, stroked his beard and said, "That high elf doesn't know how much, you go and ask him." By the way, aren't you also followed by an elf, and you still need to ask me? ”

"Sir, there are also different types of elves." Fuhang explained.

Shiryl is also very curious, since Fuhang came to the Eastern Kingdom, it is really a rare good temper, as long as it does not touch his bottom line, Fuhang is still very patient.

When the High Elves heard Fuhang's words, their eyes quickly turned to Shiryl's body.

The beautiful High Elf looked at Shellyl in amazement, as if she had seen a monster.

Shiryl tugged at the corner of Fuhang and whispered, "Big villain, look, that elf is so good-looking and Ripple Hotel, not much better than Sister Xi." ”

Fuhang nodded and whispered, "I saw it, it's true." ”

Shiryl snorted and twisted the meat on Fu Hang's waist fiercely: "I knew that you big villain, always staring at beautiful girls." It's really infuriating. ”

The beautiful High Elf looked at this obscene human being showing affection with such a beautiful elf in public, and for a while, gave a zero score to his image, and wondered how such a beautiful elf could look at such an extremely obscene human. It's really blind.

The old dwarf man had also heard that in Kalimdor, the far western continent, where is there a group of spirits who love nature, could it be that the elves who follow this young man are the elves of Kalimdor?

"Oh, it turned out to be an elf from the Western Continent."

The male High Elf looked at Shiryl curiously and said, "May I ask this girl, are you an elf from the Western Continent?" ”

Shiryl nodded, she had also learned about the elves in front of her from books, they were high elves, and Shiryl was no stranger to them.

"Yes, I'm a Night Elf."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Baron Locke." Locke graciously stretched out his right hand and courted Shiryl. Shirmile graciously shook Locke's hand.

The female elf behind Locke also stretched out her right hand at this time and said, "Hello, I'm Valella. Sangunar. I'm also a High Elf, but I haven't been back to my homeland in a long time. ”

Holy, Valera! Fuhang's spirits lifted, this is Varela! Fuhang repeated his own words in his head. (To be continued.) )

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