Herag glanced at the location that Robert was pointing, just at the mouth of the valley, at the entrance to the Celestial Canyon.

"Why did you die?" Herag pondered the question, and did not rush in.

The squirrel's cry just now made him very concerned, and the animal's senses are generally very keen, and it was a warning call.

Of course, it is also possible to see these two outsiders and warn their companions.

"Deep Blue, check if there's anything unusual around." Proceeding cautiously, Gerag let Deep Blue inspect the surroundings in all directions.

"No anomalies found."

"No mana flow was found."

"No traces of magic remained."

……

Herag looked closely at the dark blue test results, and everything seemed normal.

He glanced at the valley and stepped inside.

Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing happening.

Herag closed his eyes and felt that the free energy particles around him were normal, and there were no special fluctuations or flows.

The light was dim on the first line, and the mountain wall on the side of the road was a little damp, and in some places there was water flowing down the mountain wall.

Herag followed the mountain road, and soon passed through the canyon area of the sky, and his eyes suddenly opened up.

A small town sits on a hillside in the distance, and wooden houses sleep quietly in the mountains, and you can occasionally see people walking by.

At the entrance to the town was a tavern, and when Herag entered, there were not many people inside, and there were only three people divided into two tables, and butterbeer was placed on the table.

As soon as Herag and Robert entered, the tavern, where there was still talking, fell silent.

The two people sitting together in the tavern looked like hunters, and the man sitting alone looked like blacksmiths from the way they dressed.

The two Orions frowned at the sight of Herag and Robert, and seemed to be very jealous of them.

The two men picked up their glasses and drank the butterbeer in one gulp, and then left, without saying a word.

The blacksmith looked at the two men, smiled, and took a sip of beer.

He still had more than half a glass of wine in his glass, and it seemed that he was not ready to leave for the time being.

Gerag walked over and smiled, "Do you mind sharing a table?" ”

The blacksmith was a bearded uncle, and he smiled: "Of course I don't mind, you are new faces, do you have something to do here?" ”

Helagra opened his chair and sat down, and said to the barkeeper, "Two glasses of butterbeer." ”

After he finished ordering, he turned back to the blacksmith uncle and said, "I don't go around the bush, I want to ask the uncle if he knows that there was a death on the mountain road outside two months ago." ”

"Two months ago?" Uncle Blacksmith scratched his beard and thought, "No, it's a small place, and if there are dead people then we locals will know about it, but I've never heard of it." ”

He took a sip of beer and continued: "We have always been peaceful here, and there are very few murders. There are few people here, the social relations are very simple, and as far as I know, there are very few life and death feuds. ”

The beer that Gerag ordered was quickly delivered, and there were two full glasses.

He wasn't used to it at first, but he got used to it after drinking too much, and the main choice was too little.

After taking a sip of wine, Herag said, "Well, we just heard about it, so we came and asked." ”

Uncle Blacksmith suddenly realized: "I see, it must be a mistake." You know, there's always something that gets more and more out of the way it was. ”

"Well, we'll ask somewhere else later." Herag nodded.

Uncle Blacksmith continued, "You are from the Stormwind Investigation Team, and you have come to investigate when you heard that there is a murder here. Most of you are going to run for nothing, I have been here for so many years, there is no way I don't know about the murder. ”

"Investigation team? Stormwind City has long since ceased to have this organization, and now it is the Adventurers' Guild organization that is responsible for these things in the surrounding area. Robert interjected.

Uncle Blacksmith wondered, "Adventurers' Association? It seems that I'm behind the news, hahaha. ”

He smiled and took another long sip of his beer, letting out a sigh of relief.

After talking to the blacksmith for a while, Herag did not get any more valuable information, so he paid for the drink and got up to leave the tavern.

"Thank you!" Uncle Blacksmith thanked him in the back, and Herag gave his share of the money.

Herag pushed open the door to the tavern and found it dark outside.

There are no street lights in this place, so the roads are pitch black except for some houses in the distance.

"Robert, have we been in there for so long? If I'm not mistaken, it was only early afternoon when we came in. Herag sensed that something was wrong.

There was no response for a long time behind him, and when he looked back, Robert, who had come out with him, was gone.

Herag turned and walked into the tavern again, the lights were still on, and the butterbeer on the table was still bubbling.

However, there was no one left in the tavern.

The blacksmith uncle is gone, and the tavern owner is gone.

Herag looked at the surroundings of the dark blue, and the entire tavern was silent, silent, without a sound.

Herag picked up the cup of butterbeer and didn't notice anything unusual, butterbeer was normal, nothing weird.

Herag took a deep breath and walked out of the tavern.

The lights were still on in the distant houses, and the figures behind them could be seen through the windows.

In the dark, he walked towards a room where there seemed to be more than one person.

When Herag walked to the door, he could faintly hear the sound of conversation in the room, and the laughter of women, as if the old couple were talking about the night of husband and wife.

He knocked on the door, and there was an instant silence behind it, dead silent.

No one asked him, and no one opened the door.

The knock on Herag's door seemed to press the static button of the world, and the people in the room seemed to be frozen without any movement.

After a while, there was a dull tugging sound behind the door, and the screeching sound of something hard scraping across the ground.

Bang!

There was a dull thud, and when Herag listened closely, it sounded like the sound of an axe on flesh.

Bang!

Bang!

……

The sound of the axe swinging was rhythmic and unhurried, reminding Khrag of the butchers who slaughtered beef and mutton.

Bang!

The door shook suddenly, and something seemed to be pounding violently against the door behind it.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The whole room began to tremble, and the things behind the door noticeably increased the speed of impact, as if desperate to rush out of the door.

The quality of this door was beyond imagination, and the whole house was trembling with the impact, and this door did not move at all.

If it is an ordinary wooden door, I am afraid that it can be directly smashed in one or two clicks.

Herag had a sense of foreboding, and he felt a strong sense of danger from behind the door.

Get away from here!

Instinctively, he snapped into the idea and quickened his pace to leave the room.

(End of chapter)