Eight days later, in the southeastern part of the Burning Plains, somewhere in the mountains.

The small arracks of volcanic limestone, unevenly branched around the central source of the valley, numbered about three thousand, and occupied an area about the size of a county town.

A large number of humans in standard clothes and armor walked back and forth in this area, and each human was in a hurry, as if an invisible whip was behind it.

The turrets on the peaks around the valley, as well as the castle at the back of the valley with a strong Storm Kingdom style, and the Storm King** banner standing under the scorching sun, all indicate the power of this valley.

This is where the Second Legion of the Stormwind Kingdom is based.

At this moment, when the sun was in the sky, it was the busiest time of the day, and one after another, led by the officer, walked out of the barracks to carry out their duties according to the instructions issued in the castle.

It was at this time that in an inconspicuous barracks adjacent to the castle, Yang Long, who had been asleep for more than a week, let out a slight groan and slowly opened his eyes.

Opening his mouth and exhaling a breath of turbidity, Yang Long was a little uncomfortable with the bright sunlight for a while, and after squinting for a while, a spirit sat up from the bed and looked around at the barracks.

It is a stone house of about 40 square meters, with three-meter-high walls made of dark and carbon-rich stones, and a wooden ceiling in the shape of an anti-funnel.

On one of the walls of the stone house, there is a two-meter-high square doorway. There was a woolen canvas hanging on the doorway, and there were seven or eight holes in the canvas, large and small, and the sunlight that had been shining on Yang Long's face before was shining through one of the larger holes.

In addition to the wooden bed where Yang Long was lying, there was also a wooden bed of the same size next to the wall diagonally opposite, judging from the dirty cracked feet of the wooden bed, it was obvious that it had been in service for a long time and could not be replaced.

Beneath the wall at the foot of the two beds were stacked two unsheathed swords, and a set of scratched plate armor from the smooth and bright surface. It can be seen that the owner of these things. There is a habit of maintaining metal objects frequently.

After a brief glance around the room, Yang Long lowered his head and looked at the mummy-like bandages wrapped around his body, and finally confirmed that he had been treated.

"It looks like it's a place where humans live. Exhaling softly, Yang Long had some doubts in his eyes: "Wouldn't this be the Storm King's ** group that the thief said?"

Judging by the position where he passed out. The entire range of the Burning Plains. Non-adventurer humans who may emerge. It can only be the Storm King ** group that has never been found.

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Before Yang Long could make a statement, a light step quickly approached from a distance, less than ten seconds. A tall woman lifted the canvas and walked in.

This woman is about thirty years old, with shaved yellow hair and a height of about 1.7 meters, which can only be regarded as not ugly.

The breath that came from his perception let Yang Long know that the woman in front of him was a third-order professional.

"Huh, you're awake. After seeing Yang Long, the woman was a little surprised, but then she regained her indifference, and turned around and left without waiting for Yang Long to ask.

Although this woman's actions made Yang Long feel a little inexplicable, after finally confirming that this was a place where humans lived, Yang Long's heart was still relieved.

After the boulder hanging deep in his heart was lowered, Yang Long began to carefully examine his injuries, and found that the sections of his shoulders had been properly bandaged, the magical energy in his body had recovered to a certain extent, and even the holy light energy had accumulated a little.

"Well, I should have been in a coma for days. Yang Long made a judgment in his own words, and only then did he realize that the space ring that was originally in his mouth no longer knew where it had gone.

The spatial ring contained not only a lot of material coins, but also a letter written by Garin Thorbain, the current king of the Stormwind Kingdom, to Varian Wryon of the Stormwind Kingdom.

This letter was not only part of Yang Long's deal with him, but it was also a very valuable thing for him to be able to access the upper echelons of the Storm Kingdom.

And that space ring also has an unusual meaning for Yang Long.

"Alas" Yang Long sighed softly, trying to suppress the anxiety in his heart, and seemed to think of self-comfort: "I hope the master here will not be so greedy!"

Now that he has been treated, the spatial ring has definitely fallen into the hands of these humans.

Although he knew that it was a little unrealistic, Yang Long still had a trace of expectation of heavy gains and losses, although even his life was still under the control of others now.

After all, a space ring is a very valuable thing, not to mention that there are so many priceless things in it.

Thinking of this, Yang Long couldn't help but become irritable again, the fatigue caused by weakness was also swept away, and just when he was about to turn over and adjust his sleeping position, a powerful aura suddenly entered the range of perception.

"Huh?!" Yang Long frowned, and carefully perceived it again, before finally confirming the incoming order: "It's actually a pseudo-super level?"

That's right, it's pseudo-super-level.

The aura emanating from the strong man who came from a distance was similar to what Yang Long had felt from the fallen prince Arthas-Minethir more than ten years ago when he was destroyed in Lordaeron.

Strictly speaking, the strength of the strong man who is approaching now in Yang Long's perception even surpasses that of Alsace-Minehir at the beginning.

However, unlike the Fallen Prince, this powerful aura did not make Yang Long feel the terrible illusion of absorbing everything and engulfing everything, but instead had a faint sense of decadence.

Sensing the terrifying strength of the arrival, Yang Long suddenly felt the pressure, but when he thought of his current situation, he smiled a little self-deprecatingly.

"Now that I'm like this, do I still need a pseudo-super-rank powerhouse to do it himself?" Yang Long took a deep breath, and the heaviness in his heart quickly faded, and he no longer paid attention to how powerful the person was, just lying quietly and waiting.

And the powerful professionals who came over may also have noticed the change in Yang Long's mentality, and the speed of approaching accelerated slightly, and in less than five minutes, the footsteps of four or five professionals came to the outside of Yang Long's house.

"You are waiting for me here. A middle-aged man's voice came into Yang Long's ears from outside the room through the hole in the canvas.

"Yes, sir!" replied four or five voices at the same time.

The woman's voice that appeared in front of Yang Long not long ago was also among these four or five voices, and it was obvious that the reason why she turned around and left was to inform this powerhouse whose strength had reached the pseudo-super level.

"Sir?" Yang Long remained motionless, and judged it in his heart: "It seems that it is really in the Storm King ** group." ”

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The canvas was lifted by a sturdy arm, and the sunlight shining in from outside the room made Yang Long squint.

By the time the canvas was lowered and Yang Long regained his eyesight, a middle-aged man about 1.8 meters tall wearing a set of leather inner armor had already sat down in front of the bed where Yang Long was lying with a wooden stool.

This middle-aged man was full of weather, and the years had carved many marks on his face, and the light brown inch with a little gray hair proved that he had been in a sub-healthy state for many years.

The only thing that distinguishes this middle-aged man from ordinary people is his pair of eyes that can see through people's hearts after countless setbacks and time.

When Yang Long looked into the eyes of the man in front of him, he seemed to feel that he was looking at himself, it was a look that only a person who had died once would have, and the resolute meaning in that look made Yang Long a little unsure of what to say.

And the strange thing is that the middle-aged man didn't speak, just carefully observed Yang Long, as if he was looking at an old friend who had met in a lifetime, and it wasn't until about half an hour later that the middle-aged man said a word.

Just such a sentence made Yang Long feel chills all over his body

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