Chapter 386

The whole northern part of the eastern Kingdom, with the exception of Quel'Thalas, was basically in the midst of a raging war.

The bloody Crusades, the army of gilniss, the remnant of the dead, the remnants of demons, lords of all places

Although the situation of different forces is intertwined, it is not enough for the people to live in poverty.

It's a paradise for adventurers, but it's a hell for farmers.

Interestingly, there is a city that is calm and unexpected.

Dunhold.

The city, once a concentration camp for orcs, had no war - not even conflict - after the natural disaster war.

No one in the alliance or the Horde, or any other force, wanted to make dunhold's idea.

On the one hand, miss tarassa, the ruler here, has made great contributions in the war of the dead. If it had not been for Teresa, she would not have had the opportunity to discover a series of conspiracies in advance.

On the other hand, according to owl ye, a bard in mist harbor who does not want to be named, tarassa was once the dream lover of Sal, the current chief of the tribe. Considering her close relationship with the orcs, she dares to attack dunhold and may face the tribe's crazy revenge.

You know, in the natural disaster war, the tribe fulfilled the original agreement regardless of casualties, which made the tribe extremely contract spirit in the eyes of other races. In this case, no one would take the tribal words seriously.

That's a race that dares to pour the strength of the whole clan and the dead for a verbal agreement!

Now, nomy and the postman are enjoying this rare peace.

Two people drinking at the forgotten pub in dunhold.

"Hello, nomy - aren't you young now? How can you drink? "

"Stop it, postman. I'm a monk. Have you ever seen a monk who doesn't drink? It's not drinking, it's gathering true spirit. "

"Do you need good wine to gather your true spirit? Damn it, you've had five. This is the best wine in dunhold! Do you know how expensive the wine made by these forgotten people is? "

"Come on, I just need the wine made by the forgotten, it has nothing to do with the taste!"

Well, nomy wasn't lying.

The training of martial monks is really related to wine. The flow of true Qi is the same as alcohol, so drinking can greatly improve the sense of true Qi.

However, nomy said that he must drink the wine of the forgotten because his cultivation has reached a bottleneck.

It's interesting to say that nomy's talent is far better than ZUIWENG's. He can learn many difficult skills at once. However, when it comes to the integration of Zen and martial arts in the practice of martial monks, he often fails to learn them.

the great form has no shape. For example, the elephant is invisible, such as cocoon and bind the life, for example, the transmigration.

Yes, nomics doesn't touch samsara.

No matter how gifted, the essence of nomy is just a child. He can't understand the complex relationship between life and death. He can't master the profound philosophy and exquisite skills of the touch of reincarnation to life and death by merely relying on life and hard pulling.

But what's interesting is that the wine made by the forgotten makes Naomi feel something.

What is more life and death flavor than the wine made by the dead?

As a result, the postman, who patted his chest and said that he was entertaining, was in a state of panic and sweating.

"Forget it, forget it..." Nomy finally shook his head helplessly. "I'll pay for the wine myself. I'll make you anxious!"

The postman turned his eyes - you think everyone is a little local tyrant like you!

But now that nomy said that, the postman no longer stopped him, but ordered a cheap ale to accompany him.

When nomy got to the seventh Cup, the owner of the forgotten restaurant sat down.

"Hello, my dear guest. Let me introduce myself. My name is Muran. I'm the boss of the wine shop

Looking at the forgotten woman in front of him, the postman snapped his fingers frivolously.

"Hey! Beauty, why don't you tell me your real name? "

"Shut up, pauper A twittering glance at the postman, "changing my name is to celebrate my new life!"

The postman said that he was very eager. The first second he was smiling at nomy. After turning around, he looked at himself like a female tiger. He had different lives with others!

"Death is too much control..." Helpless postman can only draw a circle in silence - who let Naomi is short and rich handsome, but he is short "negative" handsome.

After hitting the postman, he looks at nomy with a smile again.

"It's my pleasure that you like my wine - but I'm sorry I can't sell it to you any more. My collection has been consumed..."

Nomy had no choice but to roll his eyes - but this is no way. What else can I do if there is no wine left?

Just as nomy was going to order and fill his stomach, a new guest came to the restaurant.

A fair haired human - apparently a paladin, a Paladin with a jar on his back.I little interesting!

It's rare for nomy to show interest.

Although there are a lot of people in dunhold, there are few paladins - any paladin in dunhold is a body bomb. As long as the power of light breaks out, the forgotten people around will have bad luck.

So dunhold kept Paladins in and out - including priests.

But among the paladin's apparently no longer restricted people, it seems that the forgotten man called whispering is familiar with him.

"Raphael - are you here again?"

"Call me the earthen pot." The paladin twisted his neck. "Whisper, come and have a drink with me."

"How's the morning dew?" The murmuring face was a little tangled. "Is Lord taresha still unwilling to help?"

"No way." The earthen pot shook his head in silence, and then untied the jar behind it. As a result, after the whispering cup, he opened the clay seal of the jar and poured himself a glass of wine. "It's a long story. Sit down and have a drink with me."

“……”

Before he could do something about it, nomy sat down beside the earthen pot with the momentum of not letting the world be full of love.

"Paladin, I think you are very sad. I'll drink with you!"

"Panda Man?" The earthen pot raised his eyebrows and said, "sit down. I hear you can drink a lot, so you can accompany me to drink some!"

As nomy looked at the apparently lifeless wine in the glass, the earthen pot had already drunk a large glass of wine.

After drinking, the earthen pot looks much better, looks ruddy, and opens the conversation box.

"Well It's a long story - about the living and the dead, the Lordaeron and the gilnese, and the big and the small... "

book friend Raphael earthen pot and book friend whisper: the dead are on the stage, important dragon set!

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