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Walking into the city of oblivion, you can see the dead, sometimes interspersed with several orcs or other races, as Gloria said.

"The masters of the undead no longer belong to the undead. The former masters in the land of the undead are like slaves, without any dignity. However, these alien races have become the superior rulers..."

Ron stood on the business street of the city of forgetfulness, feeling thousands of things. He looked at the ghosts coming and going. Although it was very busy, it was not a ghost. From time to time, a team of armed orcs had been frightened from here, and the spirits who came and went were fleeing, showing fear in their eyes.

What's the reason why the original owner has become a slave now? Is it really just faith?

"Get out of the way Get out of the way... "

A rude Orc murmured and bumped into him directly. He used his huge body and powerful power to push a road, as if the whole street belonged to him.

Ron felt his body hit and squeezed to one side.

"Hum!"

There was a flash of anger in Xia Ya's eyes. She didn't dodge, but met the orcs straightly.

The heavy armor passed by, and a series of sparks appeared. The orc nearly fell to the ground after being hit by Xia ya.

"Damned undead..."

When the orc saw that he was actually a death knight, he roared and was about to move forward. At this time, he saw Xia Ya's eyes immediately.

Xia Ya is also staring at each other. Her eyes are narrowed slightly, and a trace of fierce hostility comes out. Xia Ya's meaning is very clear. If you want to do it, you should take care of it.

Xia Ya and the orcs face each other in the street, scaring cronia and the dead around her.

"Who is this man?"

"My God, how could she stand up to the orcs? Is it to fight? "

"I don't know what to do!"

The dead around looked at the two people in the whirlpool. Some people's eyes were full of worry and fear, while others were gloating.

In the eyes of these undead, the orc is a strong and barbaric pronoun, while the undead represents lowliness and lowliness. In the forgotten city, the orc is the supreme existence, and Xia Ya 's behavior in the eyes of other undead is to seek death.

"It's over!"

Gloria sighed, thinking that this xiaya would never stop. Now it's OK. There's a real conflict with that ORC. As soon as the orc guards arrive, it's all over.

This orc, also an orc, is also a powerful warrior with the power of the divine realm. I really don't know who will win or who will lose when fighting with Xia ya, but Xia Ya has enough confidence to defeat him.

Ron's hands are full of sweat. At the moment, his heart is full of tangles. On the one hand, he hopes Shaya will teach the orcs a lesson, and on the other hand, he is afraid of exposing his identity and failing.

Finally, the orc retreated. Ron saw timidity in his eyes. In the fearless eyes of Shaya, he retreated.

"Well, you'll see the fuck!"

The orc gave a fierce "Pooh" and said a word. He got out of xiaya's way and turned away.

"Hoo -"

there is no bustle to watch. The dead people around are relieved and slowly dispersed. Some people's eyes obviously show some disappointment. It's unreasonable to think how the orc counsels like this

"What's the matter with you?"

When the orcs left, cronia's mouth was full of complaints. "If we really fight here, our task is not? I'm afraid that I was caught by the orcs and went to jail. "

"I'm not afraid!" Xia Ya still had a cold expression, looked at cronia and said: "I didn't do anything wrong, I didn't make trouble, and I'm not afraid of things! Besides, isn't that guy shrinking? "

"You --"

cronia was so angry that she couldn't speak. She didn't have much to do with Shaya.

"Forget this time, don't be so impulsive next time!"

Ron pondered for a long time, and finally said a word. He knew that Shaya's purpose was to help him out. He was really moved, but he was moved. At present, he still needs to complete the task.

If you expose your identity and are forced to escape from the city, you will lose more than you gain. The successor of the Lich King, the master of the scourge staff, believes that many forces are interested in killing this powerful opponent in the future.

Shaya stopped talking. She didn't dare to contradict Ron's orders.

"Let's go to the biggest pub in the forgotten city!"

Ron reached out and patted cronia on the shoulder. Cronia was back to her senses.

Cronia nodded, and led Ron and Shaya around a few blocks to a dark tavern. The tavern was small, about the size of a room. From the outside, it was almost like a common house.

Ron looked up at the sign in front of the tavern, the tombstone, which was the name of the tavern."Is this the biggest pub in the forgotten city?"

Ron doesn't believe it.

"No, I can't find any news from that place. There are my people in it..."

Gloria whispered, pressing her hood down on her head, quickly pushed half the door open and walked in.

Ron and Shaya looked at each other. He knew that cronia had been operating in hocante for many years. She had her own information channel and followed in.

The tavern is small, dark and even a bit gloomy, but it is quiet. From the perspective of the number of guests, the business of the tavern is not good.

Near the windowsill, a dead man in black is lying on the table, drunk from the air.

"Sit down!"

The maid in the black maid's dress led the three of Ron to a table, pointed impolitely, turned around and walked away. After a while, according to cronia's orders, the rum was delivered.

"Please use slowly!"

"Dong -- Dong -- Dong --"

when three glasses of rum were put on the table, most of them were spilled out.

Gloria didn't mind. She raised her glass and took a sip.

The tavern was very quiet. The three people chatted without a match, but they didn't get to the point. After a cup of rum, several hours later, it was going to be dark.

Ron was calm, but Shaya was a little worried. "Cronia's people" didn't seem to appear all the time,

Shaya said coldly, "cronia, aren't you going to inquire about the news? After sitting in such a place for so long, we seem to have done nothing It's not a good habit to waste time! "

"Don't worry!" Gloria smiled. "I've left a mark along the way. If that guy sees it, he'll come!"

Ron took a look at Shaya and motioned her not to make a sound. Shaya bit the silver teeth and had to swallow it.

The three sat again, but they couldn't find anything to say. Seeing that it was going to be dark, Gloria couldn't sit any longer and said that she would go out to find someone.

When cronia left, the wooden door of the tavern was opened with a squeak. With a strong smell of wine, an old dead man in a gray robe, short and dirty, with a stubby beard came in like a beggar.

The old beggar held a rope in his hand and dragged a huge oak barrel, which was used to hold wine. The old beggar came in, put the oak barrel to the door, and then begged for wine from the table with a smile on his face.

The dirty old beggar was ignored naturally. The guests at several tables looked like the God of plague and waved away people. The old beggar was not upset. He walked to the next table and continued to beg for wine.

The old beggar seems to be a regular customer of the tavern. The waiters and the tavern owner didn't rush people.

By this time, the old beggar had seen Ron and shayana's table. His eyes brightened and he came over.

"Dear death knight Your courage, like eternal light, shines on the whole plane of theme... "

As soon as the old beggar came, he praised Xia Ya desperately. On the other side, he stared at the half of the rum he had drunk in front of Xia Ya with drooling eyes. He had to say that he had a good eloquence, but he was interrupted by Xia Ya after only saying half of it.

"Go to Don't bother me. I'll kill you with one sword! "

Xia Yazheng is not very angry. When apricot eyes stare, he will get angry.

"Er..."

The old beggar came back with a large number of praise words, and saw through his tricks, so he had to smile. He was about to leave, but Ron stopped him.

"Old man, do you want to drink? Take this drink! "

Ron said that he pushed in front of him and heaped a full glass full of poor rum. Seeing the old beggar, Ron thought of his grandfather and couldn't help but feel sympathy.

The old beggar's eyes brightened and he said, "thank you, thank you very much. Dear Mr. necromancer, you are the most generous person in the world..."

After saying that, he respectfully saluted and left with his glass.

I saw the old beggar holding a cup bigger than his head, carefully sitting in an oak barrel bigger than his body, and enjoying a cup of Chinese and American wine.

After drinking, the guy threw the glass in his hand and fell asleep in the barrel

It turns out that this cask is his home

"The drunkard..."

Ron can't help but smile at this scene. He has seen a lot of drunkards, but this is the first one who lives in an oak barrel.

Shaya frowned. "Why hasn't cronia come back?"

As she said this, Gloria came in through the door of the tavern. Her face was very depressed. As soon as she sat down, she drank all the rum in front of her.

"I can't find it. This guy ran there. I've searched several streets, but I can't find it!""Even if you can't find it, it's just the same for you to inquire about the news. Isn't it just how many Orc troops have been deployed in the forgotten city? It's very simple... " Ron said comfortingly.

"It's different!" Gloria raised her red eyes and said, "this guy has very good news. He knows something we can't find out..."

"Who is he?" Asked Ron strangely.

"He is a prophet, with certain powers of foreknowledge We call him the oak wise As cronia was saying this, she was so calm that she saw the oak barrel in the corner of the tavern and said, "Damn it, I can't find it all around. I didn't expect this guy was here..."

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