The crowd had dispersed, and the alleys of the slum were cold and silent again, and the old dwarf walked straight back to his blacksmith's shop, without looking at me and the wind, as if there was no one in his eyes. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Chasi explained: "Daddy hates looking up at people the most, so if other people can't sit down and talk to him eye level, he'd rather not look at people." ”

...... Wouldn't he only be able to communicate with the fish-people?

Since people are not welcome, let's just leave, the equipment is all done, when will it take if we don't leave?

I'm still waiting for the wind to go and get the messenger amulet, and go back to open the monastery in the swamp.

Chasi wanted to keep it, but neither I nor Feng Yin wanted to waste time, and as we were talking, we suddenly heard the voice of an old dwarf from the blacksmith shop: "The monastery in the swamp!?"

Then, the diminutive figure burst out of the room, two eyebrows twisted into a lump, and looked at me and the wind's belly: "You're going to the monastery of the Zangar Marsh!?"

...... To be exact, you just came back, otherwise your Mahler's hammer next door would have been used by the butcher of the dungeon to crack the bones.

The old dwarf was taken aback and hurriedly turned back—and the adopted daughter Chassi was already very obediently crouched down and made eye level with her father.

"Heradik is lost!?"

Chasi shrugged: "A group of passing fishmen snatched it, but fortunately, these two gentlemen helped to find it, and in order to repay, I helped them adjust their weapons." ”

The dwarf jumped to his feet: "You stupid! How can someone snatch Heradic away!

Chasi twisted his eyebrows: "I'm dead, who will carry you drunk back from the bar in the future?"

"Fart!When has Lao Tzu ever been drunk!?"

Then the two began to scuffle, and Feng Yin and I had no intention of watching the farce, so we were about to leave, but the old dwarf immediately jumped up: "Hey, two over there, don't go!"

Do?

"What floor have you descended to that monastery?"

I looked at each other and decided to stop.

I can ask, how many floors like this, this old dwarf is obviously not an ordinary drunken old man, the monastery has been abandoned for a long time, and I and Feng Yin have not heard rumors about it, why is this old man ......

"Come in and say, come in and say. The old dwarf slapped the dust off his body, glared at me and the wind's belly, beckoned, and then turned and went into the house.

Chasi smiled apologetically, patting the dirt on his apron as well.

Entering the smithy, the old dwarf sat on a tall wooden chair, and when his eyes finally reached our chest, he coughed and asked, "...... you Did you really enter the monastery's dungeon?"

Otherwise, where do you think the Mahler next door hammer was snatched back?

"What is the deepest floor?"

Because it wasn't great intelligence, I just said in passing: "The third layer, after that, the equipment couldn't withstand the pressure, so it was withdrawn." Later, I will find a few Holy Messenger Talismans, keep my equipment, and continue to go deeper. ”

The old dwarf stroked his beard with his hand and nodded slowly: "...... If you pass through the second layer, you'll kill that butcher?"

It was from him that the hammer was taken.

"I see...... You're very capable, but I would suggest you don't go again. Let's stop on the second floor. ”

The old dwarf, perhaps in order to make his speech appear sincere, raised his head and made an exception to meet my eyes. But only in this way is clearly not convincing.

You'd better come up with something more weighty, I said.

"Hmph, if you like to listen or not, what does it matter to me whether you live or die!?" the old dwarf got angry, jumped off the chair, and ran straight back to the back bedroom, the wooden door was banged and groaned.

Chasi frowned and smiled bitterly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Daddy is like this...... But you'd better consider his advice, he rarely speaks to strangers like that, and he's very serious. ”

At this time, Feng Yin opened his mouth and asked the core question: "Your father...... Who the hell is it?"

A greedy onlooker who can dispel the slums with domineering power, and who knows a lot about the monasteries of the Zangar swamps, is no ordinary drunken old man.

"Indeed...... When my father was young, he was also in good times, he was once hired by the Draenei Church to cast holy weapons, and met many people there, although he did not inherit the power of Heradic, but his talent was first-class, but unfortunately...... I don't know what happened later, he became an alcoholic, drunk and gambled all day long, lost his craft, and owed a lot of debts...... The only good thing I did was to adopt me. ”

Chasi spoke softly, and from time to time glanced into the inner room so as not to be heard by the old dwarf.

"Even so, there are still a lot of people who owe favors to him before, so even though we are in the slums, at least we don't have to worry about our lives. It's just that he's always drunk, so the people here aren't very afraid of him, and occasionally come to look for trouble, but he still copes with the past......"

"Dad is old, his skills have been lost, and his brain is confused, but the experience is still there. He hadn't told me about the monastery before, but I don't think he was talking nonsense, there must be something particularly dangerous hidden in it......"

Where is there no danger in the wilderness areas of the New Territories......

However, halfway through my sentence, the dwarf's mocking laughter sounded in the bedroom: "Hahaha, compare those miscellaneous fish in the wilderness with the evil gods suppressed under the monastery? You are really ignorant and fearless! Let me tell you, the dungeon has a total of sixteen floors, one is more dangerous than the other, and the bottom is said to suppress the god of destruction that even the owner of the Dark Temple has to fear, you think you can handle it, then try to get it, hahaha!"

Tsk, even the two of us have only gone to the third layer, how do you drunken old man know that there are sixteen floors?

The old dwarf then smiled even more heroically: "High Priest Delaney presides over the sacred ceremony and personally transmits the oracle, can there still be a fake!? Lao Tzu was the elder of the temple at that time, and he listened to it below, even if it was fifty years apart, the memory is still fresh!"

Damn, Temple Elder~ I immediately turned my head and asked Feng Yin, is this title awesome?

Feng Yin was surprised: "That's quite awesome, there is no outstanding contribution, don't even think about it, let alone as a dwarf, get an elder in the church of Delaney...... Sharper than your Orgrimmar Legends brother. ”

It's a day, so do you think what he said is true or false?

"Probably yes, it's not a secret that the high priest sent an oracle to stay away from the Zangar swamp fifty years ago, but the reason is actually ...... This was unexpected. ”

Is it possible to go to the wasteland?

Feng Yin thought for a moment, "What do you say?"

I respect your opinion this time.

Feng Yin hurriedly shook his hand: "Don't, you are a veteran, you have the final say." ”

...... Neither of them was willing to speak up and retreat first, but it was up to us to really go all the way to the sixteenth floor to fight against the God of Destruction, who was comparable to the master of the Dark Temple......

In the end, I made a decision: "People of us with status and status, there is no need to go to the remote corner of the Lower Riba people like the Zanga swamp to embarrass an indigenous god, or let him go." ”

Wind Yin immediately applauded in approval.

Chasi was listening with his hands over his mouth and laughing, but the old man in the bedroom was unceremonious: "Fart, fart! If you have the ability, you will destroy that indigenous god for me! When the three hundred elites of the Templar Order were wiped out, I want to see how you can do better than them!"

I was about to talk back when I heard footsteps outside the door.

Feng Yin immediately frowned, "Patrol?" and then raised his blade, on high alert.

"Master Flint...... Are you there?"

At the same time as the dull voice sounded, a tall figure appeared in the doorway, blocking out the faint sunlight coming from outside.

It was a heavily armed draenei warrior, wrapped in heavy armor all over his body, with delicate patterns and faint energy fluctuations, and it was actually magic armor!

This is not what a slum patrol should be.

The patrols were nominally supposed to be the duty of the army sent by the ruler of the city, but the patrols in the slums were mostly mercenaries hired by the army to do miscellaneous work, and the army had limited manpower and could not afford to waste their precious strength on the slums.

So, what are the draenei warriors who are clearly from the upper echelons of the regular army here for?

It didn't seem to be a matter of the wind yin slaughtering the patrol, and after entering the door, he didn't look at us, and his eyes were locked directly on the bedroom door.

"Master Flint...... It's me, I take the liberty to bother, I don't mean anything else, I heard that a few days ago, there was a ...... here"

The roar inside directly interrupted it: "That's right! Lao Tzu's Heradic hammer was snatched away by the gangsters! This is what happened under the rule of your patrol!"

The Draenei warrior was a little ashamed: "Sorry, we ......"

“...... Forget it, I'm not blaming you, the hammer has been recovered. ”

The Draenei nodded: "Yes, not long ago, the people below said that there was an abnormal fluctuation here, and I knew that Heradic must have returned, but ......"

"Hmph, a group of trash fish who don't know whether they are alive or dead came to make trouble and were killed, do you have an opinion?"

The Delaney hurriedly denied: "How come, a group of lowly mercenaries, if they die, they will die, what does it matter......? Master, you also know that the Arena Tournament in Shattrath is about to start, and there will be several times more adventurers in the city at that time, but I'm afraid that it will be difficult for me to draw enough people to come here, so if it's convenient, can you please return to the Aldo Highlands with us for the time being, so ......"

"Don't you think, I can't take care of myself?"

"Of course I don't dare, but I just ......" The draenei were rudely treated by the old dwarf, but he never got angry, and kept persuading the old dwarf to move, and after saying a few more words, the dwarf was simply anxious.

"Stop talking nonsense, I know what you're worried about, Lao Tzu doesn't drink anymore, those miscellaneous fish, can they still stop Lao Tzu's hammer!?"

The Draenei's eyes widened suddenly: "You say...... ...... you don't drink?"

The voices inside died down.

And with the help of the perceptual domain, I clearly heard the old dwarf's soft curses.

"That damn tea-haired girl, dare to lie to me with gambling and drinking, sooner or later I want her to look good......" (to be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)