His last name, to be exact, I must have heard it somewhere, but I can't remember it for a while.

After taking a big gulp, I handed him back the scoop of water. "Thanks, uh......" I said.

"What invaded Stormwind?" The guy named Grayson asked.

"They haven't invaded Stormwind, and they haven't breached the Sunshine Glade yet." I say.

"You wiped out the Sunny Glade before you even broke through? Ah, it doesn't look like their attack is high. Is it a gnoll? There was disdain in his tone.

"No, it's much harder than the gnolls, orcs, yes...... Orcs. I reached out and gestured.

"You mean trolls?"

"Orcs, orcs, I know what trolls look like, and I've fought against them." I smiled.

"Ah...... You've been at war with trolls? His eyes narrowed slightly. Since even the Sunshine Glades have not been captured, they sent reinforcements to the north? ”

"Hmm...... That's right, uh...... Of course, your kingdom has paid a very heavy price. ”

"It seems that this group of soft-footed shrimp is getting softer and softer! Rubbish! A bunch of rubbish! What about Ryan? His father resolutely did not ask for help from the north, and when he came to him, he became a soft egg! He raised his voice.

"Uh...... We also suffered heavy casualties, and this time the enemy was different from the past. ”

"The Stormwind Kingdom never asks for help!" He almost roared.

"Yes...... Well, your soldiers are indeed tenacious, and of course, if you don't fight hard, your capital will fall before we reach the Stormwind Kingdom. ”

"Fuck! Fall well! It's good that you've fallen! He looked at me angrily.

I pursed my lips and raised my eyebrows.

"Are you thirty?"

"Well, yes." I say. "You're forty years old."

"Am I that old?" He glared.

"Hah!" I smiled and cast my gaze on the face of the silly brother next to him, and Luke grinned. "If you're still young in this wilderness, I guess I've seen a wilderness elf. Of course, you're not that old. ”

"Hmph, come in, traveler." He turned and walked back into the house. "You're hungry."

Reach out and don't hit the smiling person, and it's still useful to say good things and pat the sycophants.

Their wooden house didn't look big from the outside, but they didn't expect it to be dug into the ground, but it looked small from the outside.

The windows in the house didn't add much light to the semi-underground material, and the fire was still burning in the middle of the room, and there was a fireplace burning by the wall.

On the left side of the house were their two beds, covered with whole animal skins, which were warm to look at. There was no furniture in the house, how could they possibly have furniture. On the wall hung a wolf's head, a fishman's head, a bear's head, and a head I knew...... The head of the gnoll.

"You're a pig's head." I say.

"The pig's head is delicious." Luke said. "Luke loves pig ears and pig eyes."

I glanced at him and smiled, "This...... It's really rare to collect a gnoll's head. ”

"This is my great-grandfather's head." He said.

I looked in the direction he was pointing, and he pointed to a skull on the table to the side. I was stunned for a moment, what does this mean?

I looked at him, and he stared at me.

"Are you afraid?" He asked me.

"Ha, I'm not afraid, it's just that this kind of decoration is not very common." I say.

"Hmph, Luke, give him something to eat. This guy is probably starving. He shouted.

"I'm hungry indeed." I say.

"I do have to treat you to a meal if you live until now, but it's unfortunate that you're here, I've already had breakfast, and I'll treat you to stewed potatoes with wolf meat in the evening."

"Ah, that's great." I looked at my great-grandfather's head by the wall and said with a smile.

After breakfast, I sat on the stone slab in front of his house to rest, the sun was shining on my head a little dizzy, and the best thing to do after eating and drinking was to sleep, and at this time my eyes were really a little open.

"Wake up."

An extremely rough hand slapped my face and I was woken up. The bearded face in front of me is really not good-looking. I hurriedly climbed up, "What time is it?" ”

"I don't know, but the sun will go down in a while." He straightened up and looked at me, "I thought you were dead." ”

"Uh...... Sleep is over. I wiped my face.

"I've called a wild boar, do you want to help?" He said.

"Aren't you going to eat wolves tonight?"

"Wild boar is better." He said.

"Pig's head is more delicious." Luke stood by with my spear in his arms and looked at me.

This guy went out to hunt a wild boar, and although he wasn't very big, I think it was the best sign of his friendliness to me.

"Don't you bleed?" Seeing that he was about to peel directly, I asked him.

"Bloodletting?" He looked at me quizzically.

"Bloodletting is delicious." I say.

He gave me the knife, and I had never done it. But I've heard of stabbing the neck and letting blood before. When I put the dagger into the boar's neck, I didn't seem to find a vessel. The pig's neck is about to be broken, and there is not much blood coming out.

I looked at him in embarrassment, and he looked at me with a blank face and reached out to me.

I consciously handed him the knife, but instead of stabbing the pig in the neck, he peeled it off. When the whole skin had been skilfully peeled off, he tied the boar's hind legs with rope.

"Hand on." He said.

I told him about the pig tune, and he picked up a longer boning knife next to him and made a hole in the smooth pork belly, and the hula entrails were all dripping out.

Belch...... This picture is simply ...... Well......

He stabbed the pig several times, and blood flowed from several wounds. He touched the puddle of still hot guts, then pulled out the liver, cut off a green thing with a knife and tossed it aside.

It's really good to watch him clean up this pig, although I can live in the wild, but it's far worse than I guess he is.

Luke fetches water one by one, and Grayson divides the pig into pieces. I'll eat it tonight.

What he did was an eye-opener for me, there were a lot of plants I didn't even recognize, and he put them all in the pot.

"This ...... What is the practice? I asked.

"It's called mixed stew, my originality." He said.

"What kind of plants are these......

"Spices." He stirred it up in the pot with a knife. "Luke, we're running out of salt."

"Oh." Luke replied and said nothing.

"Where do you get your salt?" I asked.

"There is something in the sea." He didn't lift his head.

"There's a fish-man in the woods." I say.

"Congratulations you're still alive." As he spoke, he snapped the lid of a wooden pot onto the pot.

"You're not a simple person." I praised him.

"So are you." He boasted against me.

"Why are you here?"

He looked at me, "Luke, how much wine do we have?" ”

"You still make wine?"

"Won't you?"

"Well...... "How can I be so versatile."

"Hmph...... "He seems pleased with his talent." Have you ever learned about the Wild West? ”

"I've heard a little." I say.

"What did they tell you?"

"Wilderness...... Well, sparsely populated. A place outside the law. I said.

"Hah! A place outside the law! He laughed. Who told you about the outlawed land? ”

"Someone ......"

"Then he must be a gentleman!" Grayson exclaimed. "Gentleman! Ha! He cried out, "I hate those gentlemen!" He said through gritted teeth.

This is...... How much hatred...... This guy seems to be a little mentally unusual.

"Are you a gentleman?" He stared at me.

"Of course I am." I said with a smile.

"Hmph, aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?"

"If you were going to kill me, you would have killed me a long time ago." I looked at him, "and...... I dare to come here alone, and it's not so easy to kill me. ”

"Hmph, you don't have a small tone." He stared at me.

"I'm just stating the facts, and of course, as a wilderness hunter who can survive in a place like this, I think you know what kind of prey you're dealing with." I say.

"You can't scare me." He said.

"I'm not trying to scare you, I'm just saying that you're a good hunter, and you can smell the prey on the other side and you can smell the person across from you. You have a keen sense of insight. ”

"Of course." He said.

"Alright, Grayson, you haven't answered my question yet, why are you here?" I looked at him, and his gaze was noticeably less fierce.

"Who else you've seen in Stormwind?" He didn't answer me.

"King, queen, prince, why do you ask this?"

"Answer my question, Mr. Bill." He was unceremonious.

"Lothar, Leorik, Grayson, Richville, Leskova, Boval...... Wait a minute. Too much. I said. I stared at him, his eyes moving, he was thinking.

"Who do you want to know?" I asked.

"You can't put Lothar and Leorik together!" He corrected me.

I looked at him with some confusion, "Leorik is a hypocrite!" He said. Hypocrites are more hateful than villains! ”

"Has he persecuted you?"

"Lord Lothar...... Leorik doesn't deserve to be compared to Lord Lothar. He looked at me and muttered to himself.

"What did you say?" I thought I misheard.

"Have you seen Lothar?"

"Of course, I have a good relationship with him." I said, gesturing to the shield next to my backpack. "That's what he gave me."

He looked in the direction of my finger, and in an instant an incredible expression appeared on her face. He walked over and crouched down, reaching out and gently touching the lion shield. He touched it so carefully. He seems to be thinking, remembering, perceiving......

What's going on with this guy?

"Is Lord Lothar alright?" He turned to look at me, "Is he still a member of the Iron Horse Knights?" ”

"You know a lot!" I looked at him curiously.

"Tell me."

I shook my head.

He stood up and looked at me with an angry face. "What is his position now?"

"Deputy Commander of the Iron Horse Knights." I say.

"Deputy Commander! Deputy Head of Regiment...... Well...... It must be him, and the head of the regiment must be Leorik, right? ”

"What's wrong with you?" I looked at him and asked.

"He will never be the head of the regiment!" He muttered to himself. "He will never be able to ......"

"Your meat needs to be salted...... I said, pointing to the meat in the pot.