"Longyang Yang Long, who will the person who knows me be?" Yang Long followed the young man around the alley, while quietly thinking in his mind: "And what is it that makes it so mysterious?"

So far, Yang Long's real name, except for a few dead people, can be counted on one finger.

However, these people who know Yang Long are tens of thousands of kilometers away from Yang Long, and they can expect the path they are walking, and they happen to find someone to contact here, but there is only one person who is not treated by Yang Long very much.

"Which guy should it be?" Yang Long frowned a little unpleasantly, but he thought with some uncertainty: "But even if his identity is a little embarrassing, he doesn't need to hide like this, right?"

The puzzle was quickly solved, and after about two minutes, the young man who led the way in front came to a small courtyard, gently pushed open the door and walked in, Yang Long followed up, and immediately saw an acquaintance.

This acquaintance seemed to have been waiting for a while, and when he saw Yang Long enter, he immediately greeted him with a big smile, and patted Yang Long on the shoulder affectionately and said, "Haha, Mr. Grofe, I knew I could see you." ”

"Wendsol, what are you crazy about. Yang Long was speechless and asked impatiently.

If it was said that when he met with Wendsol before, the old butcher would still be very jealous of the strength of this pseudo-super-level powerhouse, then Yang Long, who has now defeated Van Cleaf, is undoubtedly on an equal footing with the other party.

If it weren't for the fact that Windsor had saved his life and been very kind to him. Yang Long had already done it directly.

"Haha, don't worry, it's natural to look for you. Wendsol smiled heartily, without any unnatural expression at all, turned to the little boy standing aside and said, "Child, you can go, our agreement is complete." ”

"Thank you, sir, you are a good person. The young man's face was overjoyed when he heard this, and he turned and strode towards the door.

Coldly watched the young man step out of the courtyard and was about to turn into Yang Long in the alley. With a lift of his left hand, he took out a throwing knife. With a flick of the arm, it swept out towards the back of the boy's head, but was grabbed by Wendsol, who was smiling on the side.

"Mr. Grofe, please don't be so murderous," Wendsol said with a pleasant face, and put the Mithril Throwing Knife back into Yang Long's hand. Walk to the side of the wooden chair and sit down. With a smile on his face, he said, "If you kill this child." There's no point in me saving his mother. ”

Matilda Valen, who was standing on the side, was misty by the conversation between the two, and felt that she had heard the name Wendsol somewhere. But he couldn't remember it for a while, and when he saw Wendsol stop Yang Long from killing, he stood up and asked, "My lord, do you want me to go?"

"Ah, are you Miss Matilda? It's as beautiful as you imagined!" Windsol turned his face to look at the female warrior, and after glancing up and down a few times in admiration, he said to Yang Long, "Your worries are meaningless, even if Miss Matilda and you"

Yang Long, who listened calmly, snorted coldly, interrupted Wendsol's words, and after hiding the shock in his heart, he finally asked the most critical question: "Please tell me directly, Mr. Wendsol, what do you need me to do?"

There are all sorts of rumors within Stormwind Kingdom about Regenald Windsor, most of which are very bad negative information, and the only thing that can be considered "praise" is his ability to foresee.

When he came into contact with this mad marshal before, Yang Long didn't believe in this ability at all, but now he had to believe it.

Whether it was the temporary choice to change the itinerary, or Yang Long's concerns hidden deep in his heart, there was no secret in front of Wendsol, if it weren't for the fact that the other party was not a magic professional, the old butcher would think that he had become a super-level magician.

"Aha, Mr. Grovee is so happy!" Windthor laughed, and then said solemnly, "You remember what I said when we first met"

Raising his hand to stop Wendsol's words, Yang Long turned to Matilda Valen and ordered, "Miss Valen, you go out and be on guard. ”

"Yes, sir. The female warrior was ten thousand curious in her heart, and she didn't dare to disobey Yang Long's order, so she turned around and walked out.

It wasn't until he sensed that Matilda Valen had gone far enough that Yang Long turned his gaze back to Wendsol's face, and then said unfinished words, "You said you would die under the claws of an adult black dragon, and this adult black dragon is lurking in Stormwind City. ”

"Mr. Yang Long, you are really too careful, anyway, Miss Matilda will be by you sooner or later" Wender Sol squeezed his eyes obscenely, and was about to say a little wittic, but was pushed back into his stomach by Yang Long's look.

Shrugged his shoulders a little boringly, Wendthor became serious and said, "What I told you at the beginning will soon become true, Mr. Grovefi!"

"Are you saying you're going to die?" Yang Long raised his eyebrows and said, with sarcasm in his tone: "How do I think you're in a good mood?"

"Oh yes, every one of us is going to die, it's just a matter of time. Wendthor didn't mind, and asked indifferently, "Am I going to hold my head and cry?"

This kind of conversation made Yang Long very hurt, and wisely closed his mouth and waited for a while before continuing: "This is why you are like a thief?

"It's not to die quietly, it's to quietly enter Stormwind City, and then be killed by the black dragon. Wendthor corrected.

"Since you can predict the future, why do you have to be so sneaky and enter Stormwind City openly, isn't it over?" Yang Long's tone was still full of disdain, and he didn't give Wendsol any face at all: "Anyway, the ending is a dead end." ”

This time, Wendsol didn't giggle anymore, but was a little sad for a long time before he said slowly: "Mr. Yang Long, I don't predict the future, and the future is not unchanging, but I can't change the future for my own safety."

"If it weren't for King Lane, I would have died more than a hundred and thirty years ago, and now King Varian can only reborn the Kingdom of Stormwind if he follows the path foreshadowed by the illusion of that year, even at the cost of my life!"

This passage is sonorous and powerful, completely contrary to the cynicism that Wendsol has always shown, which makes Yang Long also look sideways.

"Then why are you pulling me?" Yang Long no longer insinuated Wendsol, but focused his doubts on himself, closely watching Wendsol's demeanor and said, "Is there my existence in the illusion?"

Speaking of this secret that had been hidden in Wendsol's heart for many years, this marshal, who looked less than forty years old in physiognomy but already had gray hair, showed doubts on his face: "This is also the problem that I have been unable to figure out."

According to Wendsol's own description, from the time Yang Long appeared to Wendsol being killed by the black dragon, it seems that he only played the perspective of a bystander, neither encountering any danger nor playing a decisive role.

"You mean, because there is me in the illusion, so in order to develop according to the predetermined trajectory in the future, you will pull me along?" Yang Long quickly understood the content of Wendsol's narrative, briefly summarized, and put forward the conditions: "What about my benefits?"

Hearing Yang Long's inquiry that he didn't seem to want to return the favor at all, Wendsol didn't have any dissatisfaction on his face, but asked with confidence: "Mr. Yang Long, you are a person who pursues power, right?"

"So to speak. Yang Long did not deny it.

"Although there is no illusion of what happened after my death, but," Wendthor pondered for a moment before he lowered his voice and narrated, "I know Mr. Yang Long, your future fate is directed!"

"What?!" Although he had pretended to be very indifferent, Yang Long was still visibly shocked all over, and he only hesitated for a moment before hurriedly saying: "Tell me everything you know, and I will go with you to witness the truth of your illusion!"

(To be continued......)