Windsor is gone, and Edward is living alone again. Although Edward is used to this kind of life www.biquge.info he prefers to have friends to talk to.

In order to relieve his lonely life, Edward began to ride Alan around the neighborhood, and without Richard's map, he had to learn about the nearby terrain.

He'd been to Red Ridge Mountain, on full alert, to the Wild West, and to the North County Monastery behind Stormwind. He even crossed the cordon of the Stormwind Kingdom and came to the dark swamp where the orcs were raging.

But he didn't descend, just looked down at the entire Stormwind Kingdom from above, and wrote down the general geography of the vicinity, and drew a topographical map with simple signs.

In fact, Edward had seen a map of the Kingdom of Stormwind from some goblin merchants, but the map was not even as rudimentary as his own drawing, and the price was very high, which was in line with the goblins' usual business practices, and Edward had no spare money to buy such defective products.

When Edward returned, it was already a month later, he had finished mapping the map and was beginning to settle down and strengthen himself.

After his morning workouts, he would go hunting in the Elwyn Forest, where the abundance of ferocious beasts served as a source of exercise and replenishment. After lunch, he would practice his alchemy and blacksmithing skills, while forging a pair of Middle-earth-earth's Rivendell elven wings and mount armor for Alan.

In the afternoon, he would train Alan with animal taming to improve his fighting abilities, and visit the town before dinner, while selling his alchemical potions and forged weapons and armor to the goblin merchants in the town.

Before any commission, Edward relied on this income to support his life, and in fact, his alchemical potions and equipment were very popular with these goblin merchants, so much so that after Edward lived here for nearly two months, the number of goblins gathered in Shining Gold Town increased significantly, and all of them were merchants.

In the evening of that day, when Edward returned to his dwelling, he found Windsor's horse parked in the corral, and with the horse that Edward was familiar with, a tall war horse in an ornate waistcoat.

Edward smiled, knowing that Windsor must have brought him a big-name guest.

"Welcome to the Demon Hunters' Guild. As Edward pushed the door in, he saw Windsor in the living room with a tall, burly middle-aged man who was curiously looking at the decorations in the Demon Hunters' Guild.

Seeing Edward come in, the middle-aged man put down the long sword made by Edward and looked over.

"You're back, Edward. I beg your pardon for trespassing, Sir Lothar has warned me not to do this, but I can't wait to show your masterpiece. Windsor said embarrassedly.

"It's okay, my friend. Edward smiled and patted Windsor on the shoulder, and smiled, "So this should be the warrior of the Stormwind Kingdom, Sir Lothar? ”

"Me too, can I call you Edward?" Lothar did not blink mischievously, as Edward did, with the haughty posture of the nobles.

"Absolutely. Edward smiled.

"On the day Wendsol was put to my test, I discovered a lot of great fighting skills. It reminds me of what he once told me about you. Lothar shook Edward's hand and said, "I'm sorry to be here for so long, and I want to thank you for teaching my soldiers." ”

"It's okay, sir. I know it's been a lot of fighting lately, and Winder is a friend of mine. Edward smiled and shook his head, inviting the two to take a seat.

Lothar looked at the young man in front of her with admiration.

From the first sight of the young man, Lothar had concluded that the other party was definitely not a simple figure. He saw in Edward his younger self, but more mature. The vicissitudes of life in him should not appear in a young man under the age of twenty, but it perfectly embellishes the strength and experience of the other party.

"I've heard from the townsfolk of Winder and Shining Gold that Your Excellency is not only a formidable warrior, but also an excellent alchemist, blacksmith, and craftsman, and it makes me a little unbelievable. Lothar played with Edward's bronze wine glass, looked at Edward, and said, "At your age, I was just a young boy who only knew how to take risks. ”

"And now?" said Edward, walking to the kitchen, chatting with Lothar as he prepared dinner.

"Now I believe it, just with these unfinished weapons and equipment. Lothar pointed to the weapon rack and armor rack next to the hall, and raised the copper wine glass in his hand, "I can see that all the decorations here have a strong elven atmosphere, and they are not those night elves who worship nature, but high elves. ”

"I don't want to lie, Sir Lothar. Edward took a silver flask and poured Windsol and Lothar a glass of home-brewed cider, "So, please let me keep my provenance a secret, I can't say." But trust my profession, Demon Hunter - a professional devil hunter, nothing more. ”

"Well, it stands to reason that I should trust my best friend more than a favorite soldier and a stranger. Lothar laughed, "But I trust my eyes more." ”

"For the sake of your wise eyes, I suggest we have a toast. Edward raised his glass first, and the three of them laughed and touched it.

The conversation that followed was very pleasant, and although Lothar was the regent of the Stormwind Kingdom compared to Medivan, he gave Edward a more cordial, kind, and ...... Sheer.

Yes, very pure, this very humorous middle-aged man made Edward feel that the other party was actually a warrior and an elder, and nothing else. Medivan, on the other hand, gave Edward a powerful oppression, but there was more to it.

In Edward's eyes, the best friends of Lothar and Medivan are pure and complex.

When Edward invited the two to dinner, Windsor tried to refuse, but Lothar objected.

"Winde, since Edward regards you as his friend, you should not refuse the kindness of your friend. Lothar said, her eyes fixed on Edward's sumptuous dinner that had not yet been served, "Besides, don't you want to try elven food? I've heard that Edward's cooking is quite skilled, as evidenced by the fine wine we just drank." ”

So, the two stayed behind and began their feasting dinner.

"Sir, I flew into the air over the Dark Swamp not long ago, and found that the orcs were not far from Red Ridge Mountain. The situation is urgent?" Edward first started the conversation during the meal.

"That's right, it's urgent. Lothar put down the knife and frowned, "And actually, it's even worse than you see." Many orcs have already crossed the Red Ridge Mountain, appearing in the Elwyn Forest, and even in Stormwind. They have only one mission, assassination and destruction. ”

"The orcs are outnumbered, far outnumbered by the kingdom, and are still pouring out of that gate. Lothar worried, "If this continues, it will be a matter of time before Stormwind falls." ”

"Maybe I can help you. Edward said, "You see, I'm here for the Demon Hunters, though I'm the only one. ”