Although being humiliated in such a way in front of the public made the three professionals extremely angry, they still saw the situation clearly, did not immediately rise out and do something with serious consequences, and left after spitting out and threatening again.

The whole process took place under Matilda Valen's gaze, and even though she knew that Yang Long was because she needed to use her, this kind of protection that stepped forward also moved the female warrior's heart a little, and she thanked the old butcher again and again.

On the contrary, Wendthor didn't do anything from beginning to end, just sat on the couch and watched quietly, his eyes flashing as if he was thinking about something, and he didn't even have the idea of talking to the three professionals who had come from the hunter.

Yang Long didn't care much about this, and he didn't ask about Wendsol, because he knew that asking was in vain.

However, what surprised Yang Long was that this time the thing that Wendsol said was "about to start", and it actually changed the previous procrastination so quickly, and at dawn the next day, Yang Long was woken up by Wendsol's bang~ knock on the door.

The person who lived in this patriarch's manor and dared to knock on his bedroom in such a rough way, Yang Long didn't need to feel it and knew that it must be Wendsol, and after stopping Al who was about to get dressed and get up after being woken up, Yang Long casually put on his clothes and opened the door.

"Wendsol, what are you posting again?!" Yang Long was very obviously displeased, and just opened his mouth when he noticed something unusual.

Wendsol, who was standing at the door, did not have the cynical expression of the past on his face, but was replaced by a serious look that made people's hearts unconsciously sink a little, and the mad marshal was not wearing a casual robe. actually changed into a full-body armor.

"What are you" Yang Long was stunned for a moment, his eyes swept up and down for a few seconds, and then he noticed the Stormwind City Emblem shield that Wendsol was holding tightly in his left hand, and finally reacted and said, "It's started?"

"Here we go. Wendsol was expressionless, and after saying a word, he went straight downstairs.

The words of the mad marshal made Yang Long's heart, because of the anger caused by being woken up, instantly dissipate, and the whole person suddenly became energetic, without any delay, he changed into the inscription leather armor, and rushed down after a simple wash.

And Wendsol had been waiting in the hall for a long time, and nodded when he saw Yang Long appear. Immediately took the lead and walked out.

If everything really develops as prophesied by the mad marshal. Then today may be the day of Wendsol's death, and Yang Long will no longer be dissatisfied with this middle-aged man's pretense of mystery at this time, and follow him out of the family territory and walk towards Stormwind City.

Stormwind was silent at dawn. The magic lamp that only lights up in the middle of the night has been extinguished. The morning sun has not yet fully risen. But it can't sprinkle enough light to make the slightly dim Stormwind City exude a solemn sense of solemnity.

"In such an atmosphere. Walking towards his own death, I don't know what it feels like?" Yang Long walked as he walked, a thought suddenly popped into his mind, and began to manifest Wendsol's thoughts at the moment: "Pain, hesitation, or is it a relief?"

However, Wendsol, who walked in front, was completely like an inanimate body, and Yang Long couldn't observe anything from his back that could be closely integrated with his imagination.

The two of them walked quietly, and before they knew it, they entered Stormwind City, and walked straight through the square area towards the old town.

Yang Long, who was a little distracted, only realized at this time that it seemed that when he passed through the gate of Stormwind City, he did not see any guards, nor was he stopped or alarmed, as if this kind of city was an empty city.

"It seems that this guy Wendsol should have already arranged everything. Yang Long thought of the mad marshal disappearing from time to time for a period of time before, and immediately came to a reasonable conclusion: "Maybe this guy's prophecy is true?"

In fact, as far as Yang Long's heart is concerned, he still retains a glimmer of hope until now, hoping that the so-called prophecies are all false.

However, Yang Long didn't get much time to think, and when the two of them entered the old city and walked somewhere in the northwest corner of the old city, another group of professionals were already waiting here.

"Reginald, I hope you can give me a satisfactory explanation of today's events!" One of the leading professionals, who was also a defensive warrior like Wendsol, immediately asked in a deep voice when he saw the two of them appear.

With a sweep of the conditioned reflex and perception, Yang Long sensed that the strength of this professional who spoke had also reached the upper rank of the thirteenth order, and at the same time, among the eight professionals behind him, there were also six pseudo-super-rank powerhouses.

There was even a not-so-unfamiliar aura among them, presumably the deputy captain named Hammond Clay.

The scanning behavior of perception did not escape the feeling of the pseudo-super-level powerhouses present, this kind of practice that would make ordinary people feel hostile immediately made the nine professionals on the other side look displeased, and the defensive warriors who took the lead took a step forward and looked at Yang Long viciously.

"Grofe, I don't know why you're being involved, but" The strength of this defensive warrior has obviously reached the level of being promoted to the fourteenth order, and the majestic killing intent made Yang Long immediately break out in a cold sweat: "Please respect your colleagues enough!"

At this time, Yang Long also discovered his subconscious move, which made the other party's professionals dissatisfied, and was just about to say when, Wendsol, who was standing in front of the side, suddenly took a step to the left to block the other party's view.

"Marcus, that day has come. Wendsol said expressionlessly.

"What the hell are you talking nonsense?" the defense warrior called Marcus was stunned for a moment, then his face turned angry, and he pointed the finger at Wendthor and said, "You called me here to tell me this, I don't think we have anything to talk about!"

Judging from the attitude of the other party, they must have heard Wendsol's so-called prophecy, but judging from their attitudes, it was obvious that they did not believe the words of the mad marshal at all, and everyone showed an irritated expression on their faces.

"It's all true, just today!" Wendthor repeated as he looked at the defenders, still flat.

"Shut up!" the defense warrior roared, strode up to Windsor, grabbed the top edge of his armor, and roared in a rough voice, "Don't say anything about prophecy! You're already crazy! Nothing you said happened! madman!"

Hearing this passage from the other party, Yang Long suddenly felt a little happy in his heart, obviously Wende Saul's prophecy that had pitted Yang Long more than once, and also made the professionals in front of him suffer a lot of losses.

"It seems that they are not patient enough to witness the truth of this guy's prophecy. Yang Long silently looked at the two middle-aged people in front of him, and he was extremely emotional: "Even I almost thought that what this guy said was a lie!"

"No, old friend, you're wrong. Wendsol let the other party pull him, and continued to say lightly: "The prophecy is true. ”

Perhaps it was the word "old friend" that made the defense warrior a little dazed, and he let go of the hand that grabbed Wendthor in a trance, but the next moment he immediately came back to his senses, and ordered with an angry face: "Arrest them!"

The professionals who got the order immediately took action, each took out their weapons from the space ring, and came in a roundabout way from both sides, so that Yang Long was immediately already there, and he was about to take action subconsciously, but was stopped by Wendsol waving his hand.

"Marcus, Marcus Jonathan!" Windsor raised his voice, drawing the attention of the defending warriors before saying in a tone that sounded a little sad, "Remember when you followed Lord Tulayan?

Filled with anger, Marcus was stunned for a moment, and that trance color appeared on his face again, and his expression flickered for a moment before he raised his hand, stopping the other professionals from preparing to rush forward, and quietly listened to Wendsol's narration.

"You said you wanted to grow a nice and thick beard! ”

Wendsol spoke in a soothing tone for more than ten minutes before he stopped the topic very sadly, looked deeply at Marcus on the opposite side and said, "You can doubt me, but do you also doubt Lord Tulayan's eyes?!"

(To be continued......)

PS: After all, this paragraph is a classic plot, but the game is very different from the novel, the DND rules of the Middle Ages belong to the game, and after being brought into my high-level magic plane, it needs to be completely overhauled, so it takes a lot of time and brains, so forgive me