Under Xu Mo's careful observation, soon, a few tables of people in the hotel hall caught his attention. In fact, the appearance and dress of these people at these tables are different from ordinary travelers, but Xu Mo has always felt that a small hotel in his hometown is unlikely to have big clues, and under the influence of preconceived ideas, he did not notice them.

On a wooden table on the right side of the hotel counter, there were six armored knights wearing dark red paint, looking at the expressions and expressions of several people, the leaders should be two young knights, a man and a woman, who were facing Xu Mo.

The male knight is tall, with brown hair and blue eyes, and a hearty face, which makes people involuntarily feel a sense of intimacy. The female knight has short fiery red hair, a hot figure, and the women's chain mail she wears is bulging. Between the opening and closing of the big brown eyes, there is a sharp gaze that women should not have, and the passengers who occasionally look at them will unconsciously look away.

The knights listened solemnly to the bard's singing in the middle of the field, and sometimes glared at some of the travelers in the inn who were making a loud noise that affected the bard's singing, and it was evident that they admired the hymn of the Light.

Looking at their slightly solemn expressions, Xu Mo's heart moved slightly, the Holy Light Hymn praised the predecessor of the Silver and White Crusaders, the Knights of the Silver Hand. Although it is said that the relationship between knights of the same race will be relatively close, the respect and respect shown by these people has gone beyond the scope of their colleagues.

It is highly likely that they have some connection to the Silver Hand or the Silver and White Crusaders, and perhaps they will be able to help him find the location of the Silver and White Crusaders and join him with the two of Serna.

In addition to these knights, there were also two tables of travelers who also caught Xu Mo's attention. In front of him to the left, across a table, there were only two young men, also a man and a woman, sitting on a wooden table.

The woman among them was dressed in leather armor and wore a hooded cloak similar to Xu Mo's style. Although it was only a glimpse by chance, the woman's fresh and unworldly face also moved Xu Mo, not to mention the male travelers who frequently looked back at several tables nearby.

If it weren't for the woman's waist straddling a gorgeous short scimitar, leaning on the table against a simple bow that was nearly a person tall and a quiver with a diagonal back behind her, Xu Mo estimated that a disciple would have stepped forward to talk to her.

The young man sitting next to her was ordinary-looking, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses with crystal lenses on his delicate face, and a pale blue robe. Compared with the peerless elegance of his female companion, he has also attracted the attention of many travelers. Of course, it wasn't because of his looks, but because of a staff with a huge ruby at the top.

Even if Xu Mo's understanding of Azeroth was very rudimentary, he could also guess that this was a magician's staff, and this ordinary-looking young man turned out to be a rare Mr. Magician.

The last table that caught Xu Mo's attention was a group of dwarves who were only as tall as the chest and abdomen of ordinary people. In Azeroth's profile, Xu Mo had searched for details about the dwarves, and among all the races in Lordaeron, the alliance between the dwarves and humans was the strongest.

After the Lordaeron Alliance freed Kazmodan from orc control during the Second Orc War, the Dwarves have vowed to owe a debt of grace to the human-dominated Lordaeron Alliance, and the dwarves who keep their promises are one of the Alliance's most reliable fighting forces.

There were five of them, and the leader was a sturdy dwarf with arms the thickness of a human thigh. The leader of the dwarves drank the special wooden wine glass in his hand, the liquor dripping down the beard of his chin.

As if sensing Xu Mo's frequent peeping gaze, the dwarf shook his throat a few times, swallowed the food in his mouth, and glared at him viciously. Xu Mo smiled slightly, raised his glass to him in a friendly manner, and the dwarven leader's face softened, and he raised his head and continued to drink, ignoring him no longer.

"Guest, your smoked meat is already wrapped!" Just as Xu Mo was immersed in thinking, the maid's faint words came from his ears. Before he could reply, the waitress placed a large bag of smoked meat and a leather bag of highland spring water on the wooden table, and turned away. Xu Mo touched his nose a little embarrassed, it seemed that his offense at the beginning still made the innkeeper dissatisfied.

By this time, the bard in the center of the inn had finished singing the hymn, and all corners of the inn were filled with exclamations and applause. Many travelers asked the bard to continue playing and singing, and the case of the horse-head qin in front of him was tinkling with copper and silver coins. Obviously, a touching hymn is not enough to kill the leisure time in the middle of the day.

The bard bowed, picked up the horse-head fiddle again, and began to sing the rest of his work. The beautiful singing made many of the passengers who had planned to leave stop their tracks, sit back at the table, order a glass of beer, and listen quietly to the poet's singing.

Xu Mo slowly closed his eyes and immersed himself in the melodious tune, this time the content of the poem had nothing to do with humans. The bard sings about the High Elves of the Dwarves and Quel'Salas, and the heroes of the poems are the dwarven Madoran Copperbeard and the last Sun King of the High Elves, Anastrian Daywalker.

The former led the Copperbeard Tribe to join the Lordaeron Alliance, and performed as a heroic Del Dwarven hero throughout the Orc War. Although the latter was not interested in orc warfare, he still helped the humans without hesitation, because Sir Rausa of the Stormwind Kingdom was the last heir of the Arras bloodline who had helped the elves.

However, in this poem, the poet also implicitly satirizes the battle of the dwarves with the Three Hammers, and the High Elves in the early stages of the war because they sat back and watched the war violence of the orcs~, which led to the human kingdom of Stormwind and the border forests of Quel'Salas being reduced to ruins by the orcs.

"Bang!" Xu Mo, who had closed his eyes and recuperated, was awakened by an abrupt sound, the sound of the dwarven leader slamming the wine glass on the wooden table, and he noticed that the dwarves had a look of disregard on their faces. The Battle of the Three Hammers was a civil war between the three dwarven tribes, and this history is not glorious, so it's no wonder that the dwarves are unhappy.

"Humph!" A slight snort came from Xu Mo's ears, although the sound was not loud, but for Xu Mo, who was paying attention to these special passengers, he still quickly captured the source of the sound, which was the dissatisfaction of the beautiful archer.

In terms of the archer's stunning appearance and toned and slender body, of course she is not a dwarf, then she can only be a High Elf, perhaps a half-elf related to the High Elf, so it is no wonder that her appearance is so beautiful and moving.

That man and woman are actually a combination of a female elf and a human male mage, which is really interesting! Xu Mo chuckled silently, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, but he immediately frowned slightly, and knocked his left index finger and middle finger down fiercely.

However, as soon as Xu Mo's sword finger was halfway swung, it spread out in mid-air, retracted most of its strength, and gently slapped it on another dirty little hand, and a smile appeared on his cautious face again. At his feet, a short and fat girl was touching Xu Mo's smoked meat with her chubby little dirty hands.

The pudgy girl wore two stubby braids, a wide skirt with patches everywhere, her clothes were stained with mud and grease, and her dirty, round face dragged a yellow-green snot.

Looking carefully, Xu Mo found that his judgment was wrong, she was not a little girl. Even though her face was full of fat, she could tell that this was a girl, not a child, a dwarf girl!

"Hee-hee!" Seeing that Xu Mo noticed herself, the girl shyly clasped her hands to her chest, grinned, and laughed stupidly, revealing a mouthful of black and yellow teeth. The eyes that were originally quite bright smiled, and almost all of them sank into the fat on their faces, and disappeared completely.

"Amira Brute Hammer!" An angry roar came from behind the dwarven girl, and the dwarven leader jumped off the bench and walked towards it with two stout short legs.

Hearing the angry shouts of the dwarven leader, the dwarven girl Amira Hammer leaned down in panic and burrowed under Xu Mo's table. Amira's childish and ridiculous behavior, even Xu Mo couldn't help laughing, but immediately he couldn't laugh, and bent down in shock, holding the dwarf girl with both hands.

It turned out that the dwarf girl was at a loss, and her huge buttocks actually retreated into Xu Mo's crotch, and from the outside, it seemed like Xu Mo was riding on her. Seeing Xu Mo holding herself, the dwarf girl couldn't help but shrink her head, snorted, and looked up at him pitifully.

At this moment, Xu Mo couldn't continue to sit down calmly, so he quickly stood up and left the table, so as not to be laughed at by the other passengers around him.

"Amira!" The dwarven leader, who had seen everything in his eyes, had already walked to Xu Mo's table, his thick beard trembling slightly with anger, and leaned over to grab Amira a few times, but he couldn't catch the dwarf girl because his arms were too short.

In a fit of rage, the dwarven leader flipped Xu Mo's table to the ground with a lift of his arm, stretched out his big hand, grabbed Amira's belt, and carried her on his shoulders regardless of her dancing and struggling.

"Wait, rude Humpty Dumpty, have you forgotten something!" Just as the leader of the dwarves turned around to return to his seat, a somber voice came from behind him.

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