Draenor climbed on the roof of the car and sat next to Jeanne, exhausted from two battles in one day. The two followed the townsfolk in a carriage toward the setting of the sun.

Jeanne could see that Draenor was thirsty, and his lips were covered with a dry white membrane like a snake molting, and Jeanne quickly took the kettle from the waist of the coachman who had passed out and handed it to Draenor.

The coachman gasped with his mouth wide open, and if it weren't for a crimson fist print on his chin, Draenor would have thought he was having a long dream. He couldn't hesitate, he took the kettle and raised his head, the sweet water flowing down his throat and into his abdomen, he felt that he would faint from dehydration a second later.

Just as he was about to reach out and hand the kettle to the two people in the carriage, a sharp whistle suddenly blew in front of him.

"Lege! The men are back! ”

He quickly parked the carriage under the shade of the trees and looked forward, and there was a town in front of him, fortunately it was on the edge of the desert, a meandering stream flowed right through the center of the town, water mills, shops, sheepfolds and fields, and it seemed that the war had not affected the towns in this region too badly.

The mud-block houses stretched along both sides of the road, and at the end of the road sat the only wooden building in the town, which looked like some kind of warehouse or something.

It was a group of women who seemed to have been here for the return of the men since the grave robbers had been dispatching. The architecture of the place reminded Draenor of the ruins of Eichenryder, and if they could use the money they had on the right path, they might be able to restore the town to its former glory.

"Zoya! My dear lady, how is the situation in the town? Leg rolled over and jumped off his horse, stretching out his arms to embrace the woman in the long brown dress beside him.

"Very good dear, everything is normal and still the same as tinkling poor! If you don't get anything out of it this time, go sleep in the stables with your stupid nephew! Lege's wife, Zoya, suddenly changed her face and pushed her husband aside like a grumpy baboon.

"Oh, hahaha, I'm relieved to see you so energetic. You're going to be satisfied, Deria! Vassili! You two bring the rest of the ladies and tell us to see our loot for today! Leg moved his shoulders a few times and turned to the men and shouted.

Two strong men, one tall and one short, beckoned to the crowd to unload one bag after another from their horses, and then carried them to the middle of the road in the town, cutting them open with knives. The treasure looted from the tomb of the Long King flowed like a waterfall on the ground, and in less than five minutes, a hill of golden light rose in the middle of the road.

The treasures made of gold were more splendid than they could be seen in the tombs, mountains of gold glittering in the sunlight, and "rivers" of gold flowed along the slopes of the hills, making every second a sound like the sounds of a fairy singing.

The women screamed with excitement as if they had seen the gods descend to earth, and several middle-aged women even rolled their eyes and fainted on the ground.

Legqiang endured the excitement in his heart and walked to the edge of the golden mountain, he stretched out his hand to caress the golden mountain, the gold hit every nerve in his palm, and proved to him the power of money all the time. Leg's mouth opened desperately and he took a deep breath as he took one treasure after another from the mountain of gold and announced it to the townspeople

"Gold, crowns, scepters, and chalices! Each piece is enough to change the land beneath your feet! Ladies and gentlemen, Spiritwater is finally returning to its former glory! Leg raised the chalice in his hand into the air, and the townsfolk cheered uncontrollably as the old men nestled in their chaise longues straightened their backs and waved their withered arms above their heads.

Although Lege's tone was very firm, Draenor could tell from his demeanor that the guy was completely dazed by money, and it was obvious that he was trying to attract the attention of the robbers by placing all his possessions in the middle of the road like this.

The main thing is that everyone's attention is focused on the dazzling mountain of gold, and even Legge gets carried away and ignores the existence of his own group.

"Hurry up and find a way for the old lady to remove these old antiques! Are you afraid that the 'Butley' gang won't see or something? Zhuoya slapped the Holy Grail in her husband's hand and scolded the people around her, "And you, what are you happy about?" Don't you know that wealth can bring trouble? Get me moving, get them moving, and move them to the distillery! ”

Although Draenor didn't know what the woman meant by "Batray", it seemed that there were people in the town who understood, and the townspeople instantly reined in their form and helped the returning men move the treasure to the huge wooden building.

"Ahem, ahem! Wife, you have a very reasonable point, can you give me the hat first? The gold flashes make my eyes burn. Legg pretended to be calm and said to his wife, it seemed that the leader who had swaggered before the men was only a wretched creature in the late days of strict wifery when he returned home.

"Take it! Bring it to the old lady, and blind your dog's eyes! Zoya reached out and fastened her felt hat on top of her husband's head, clapped her hands and walked towards the wooden building.

Without saying a word, Leg quietly lowered the brim of his hat a little, and turned to walk in the direction of the carriage. Viklily led the group out of the carriage, and if it weren't for the vixen's reminder, she would have even suspected that she had been left to dry as air.

Jeanne suddenly felt something touch her back, her hair stood on end, she turned and kicked her back, only to see a thin figure fly out from behind, her head hitting the trunk of a tree and fainting. At this time, Jeanne realized that it was the little thug named Condell who had stolen her just now.

Leg looked at his nephew, who had passed out on the side, covered his head and sighed, then stretched out his hand and pointed at Condell and said to the group

"Although this kid is an out-and-out scoundrel, he is also my nephew after all, and you deserve to be rewarded for saving him, and half of the property left to Condell will be given to you, which should support you to go to the border of Snowway. Forgive me for not allowing you to stay in the town for long, the townsfolk don't want to see any more strange faces. ”

Although money is very attractive, he wants to get some useful information more than wealth, after all, there are only ten days left before the full moon, and he doesn't want to let this gold become his funeral goods. The town is a bit rundown, but it's safe enough to give your group at least a night's rest.

He wasn't going to ask the townsfolk for any valuable treasures, which he might need on the road, but at the moment they were much more reliable.

He thought for a moment, then stretched out his right arm and shook Lege's hand, "I promise not to cause you unnecessary trouble, but in addition to that, please share some food and water, and we'll leave early tomorrow morning." ”

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