The stranger gracefully turned away and closed the door behind him. He looked around for a moment, then set off in the direction the shopkeeper had indicated. Now that it's getting dark, it's hard to say whether the dockmaster himself wants to sail at night or not, it doesn't matter. Strangers hurried through building after building, letting their hoods flutter in the wind. He doesn't care about what is around him, as long as it doesn't cause obstacles, he can ignore anything. The black sea suddenly rolled up, and the hooded man hesitated for the first time. But he quickly came to the conclusion that there was no other choice, no choice but to find another way

There were some large ships moored around, and the stranger couldn't find the kind of boat he needed that a sailor could drive. Three battered but potentially useful dinghies are parked on the shore, their delicate craftsmanship showing their past. On the right, the front of the pier extends into the black water, where some wooden crates are placed waiting to be loaded, and it is clear that the ship has not yet docked. An old but sturdy figure, who looked a lot like Willy's brother, father, or cousin, sat on a box, weathered hands arranging the fishing line. He looked up at the stranger approaching.

"Huh?" He started by saying the same thing, and then went on to say "It's getting dark, come back tomorrow."

'If you're Dizweig, dockmaster, and you're looking for a transport that can cross the sea, you need it now, not tomorrow. A bag of coins protruded from his sleeve.

"Are you sure you're going to do something?" He touched his long chin and looked closely, the old goblin was much thinner and better looking than Willy. The quality of his clothes is noticeably better as well, with a purple shirt and red shorts that contrast with his green skin. His boots are as wide as the other goblins due to the big toe that the goblins share, and they are in good condition.

"Are you Dyzweig?" The stranger asked.

"Of course I am, fool!" The goblin grinned, despite his age, he still had a mouthful of sharp yellow teeth. "But if you want to rent a boat, there are some more suitable for you, where are you going?"

"In the next must go to Minahill Harbour. ”

"Visiting the dwarves. Huh?" Dyzweig was not at all bothered by the strange voice of the stranger, and he said, "The boats here don't go there, they have to be!" Suddenly the goblin stood up and said, "Maybe you shouldn't go there either"

His crooked, reptile-like black eyes stared at his likely clients.

Their proximity had long been expected. Even in the homeland of strangers, this technique is old-fashioned, and robbers are robbers, and they always act using methods that have been proven in practice before.

From behind his seat, Dizweig pulled out a long-handled hammer and held it above his head. The handle of the hammer is at least half a foot long. The dockmaster swung his weapon with ease, apparently the result of years of practice. But he didn't jump up and give the stranger a look.

"Whoever dares to touch my dock, I'll smash his head into the flowers!" He warned the pirates. "We're not here to trouble you, Dyzweig. One of the three pirates complained. He was the one who had first been most interested in strangers when they walked into the inn. "Just wanted to talk to our friends about a deal" The stranger slowly turned to face them, his hood sliding back in the process, his face completely exposed. Her long, blue-black hair was draped over her shoulders, and a horn protruded from her head on each side.

Eyes skimmed around, and three guys from the inn took a few steps back, two of them looking nervous, but their leader. A guy with a scar on his face and a nearly a foot-long scimitar in his hand grinned and said, "Okay, it looks like you're a woman, no matter what race you are, we're going to take that bag!"

"The contents of this bag are not going to make you feel too good. As she spoke, she lifted the spell that concealed her identity, the fairy-like voice and tone she was used to. "Money is but a fleeting sin. ”

"We'd love to get some sin, aren't we, guys?" The leader retorted. His men grunted in agreement, the greedy ** had outweighed the surprise at the man standing in front of them.

"Let's get done before the guards find out!" One of the pirates was built yì.

"They won't be able to come over for a moment. "But I don't want to wait any longer to see what good we can get, huh?"

They slowly surrounded their victims.

She wanted to give the pirates another chance, "You don't want to do that, either." Life is precious, and violence is worthless, let us live together peacefully'

A young pirate, skinny and balding guy hesitated, "Maybe she's right,." Why don't we let it go."

He was immediately hit on the jaw by their leader,, who glared at him and said, "What the hell is wrong with you? ”

The other pirate's eyes flashed, and he began to be shocked by the tall woman in front of him. "What is she doing?"

Dago's mouth shut and turned to her, "Damn magic!

"I don't want to do that. She explained, but neither nor his friends were listening, and the robbers rushed at her, trying to dodge any possible spells, common sense would tell them to be careful of anything that might fly at them, but the bandits were clearly not knowledgeable.

A pale blue hand wrapped in a partially brass rope suddenly reached out from her sleeve, and she whispered a prayer for her enemies in her own language, which had not come out of anyone's mouth for a long time.

The leader's behavior was predictable, and he stabbed her in the chest with a knife, and she dodged the clumsy attack without even moving her position. When the leader landed, she grabbed him by the arm and threw him onto the wood stacked on the docks.

At the same time, the emaciated pirate swung his knife at her outstretched arm, and she turned gracefully and kicked him in the abdomen with limbs that were less like feet than hooves. As if struck by a strong minotaur, the pirate turned his head like an arrow and slammed into the third stout, crooked-nosed pirate, striking so hard that the two of them immediately fell on their backs.

She spun around, a pair of cunning pointed ears that accentuated her slender and beautiful figure and outward affection, and she grabbed the wrist joint of, who was crawling towards her, and twisted it backwards. When the bones of his shoulders shattered, the pirates crawled on the ground howling. It was clear that she would have been able to trample the gang of villains under her feet in the first place. On top of the wooden box, Dizzweig laughed "Haha. A female Delaney entertained these rude guests, didn't she? rude but pretty!"

Look at this goblin. She didn't feel any malice in his comments. Because of his profession, it's not surprising whether Dizweig has seen it with his own eyes or heard, about her race's past. He just sounded curious and amazed, nothing more.

The dockmaster had been a cold observer of the battle, and his choice seemed incomprehensible. If it weren't for the necessity, the Draenei would have wanted to hide her powers, and she had come to a place where people like her shouldn't be.

Unless it's for her vows and the things she seeks.

She bent down to, whispering, "The bone is not broken. ”

The agony robber doesn't seem to appreciate this. In fact, she had done everything she could to avoid harming any of them, despite their despicable deeds. Unfortunately. The three guys forced her to show her true colors for a short time.

But now these three guys are more receptive to her advice, or to succumb to her power. The Draenei shouted loudly, "You'd better forget about this completely. ”

Her strength makes her every word count. Dago and his accomplices ran away like hounds on fire, and their weapons were left on the ground.

Dizweig laughed and said, "Priests, mages, monsters, humans, whatever I encountered. The red ship," he pointed there with his misshapen fingers, "is a good ship." As long as you're willing to pay. ”

"I have money. She pulled the pouch out of her sleeve. "As long as I can be sure that the ship can actually sail. ”

"Of course I can, but not me. You need a bunch of crew, you should have left those three remorseful guys behind, hehe. ”

She shrugged, "I just need a working boat, and I can drive it myself if necessary." ”

The Draenei threw the bag at him, and Dizzweig opened it at once. The goblin pulled the coin out of it, his eyes filled with joy. "That's all," he grinned even more. Without further ado, the priestess walked straight to the place where the boat was parked, the hull of which was more green due to a layer of algae. The wood was old, but she found no flaws in the hull. The sails on a stout mainmast were the only power for the fifty-foot sloop. Diving deeper into the cabin, she found two more spare paddles hanging from the hooks in the cabin.

Dizweig had no doubt that she would ask him for supplies. But she ran out of patience and didn't want to take the time to trade for something she didn't think was necessary.

She wasted weeks chasing down a false lead, and it was bad enough. She had enough energy in her body to sustain the entire trip.

The dockmaster smiled again, though no longer facing him, the draenei knew he was eager to know what he was going to do next. For Dizweig, the stranger was a good pastime for the evening.

Not sure if he would be disappointed in what happened to her. The priestess held out her hand, and then began to untie the rope with the skill she had learned in the sea, and prepared to set off. Although the goblins won't know what kind of sea it is.

With that done, the Draenei jumped out of the boat to get an overview of the ship, grabbed it and began to rock.

Dizweig let out a burst of exclamation, it would take at least two or three strong men to push the ship out completely. Luckily, the priestess relied not on the strength of a beast, but on a precise balance, and as the boat quietly drifted on its own, the Draenei jumped on it, thankful to those who had taught her this qiē.

"The sea is not safer than the land, and these days must be remembered!" The goblin shouted happily. Then there was another burst of laughter, "Have a great trip!"

She didn't need the dockmaster's warning of the dangers, and over the past few weeks, the priestess had faced far more of the dark forces that surrounded the world than she deserved. On more than one occasion, she almost died in the pursuit, but, thanks to Naru's blessings, she survived and continued the pursuit.

But Ratchet City, and indeed all of Kalimdor faded behind her, disappearing into the black waters that surrounded her. The Draenei felt that the danger she had encountered before was so insignificant. Now that the priestess knew that the clues she was following were correct, she would also be wary of this: what she was hunting would notice her approach, notice her, and kill her as best she could.

So the Draenei must think. After all, it was her choice to move forward according to her own wishes.

Go ahead, even if everyone who knows her thinks she's completely crazy...... (To be continued.) )