Warcraft: My health bar is a bit long

Chapter 117 The Death of Gerstein
"Then trouble you."

"You don't have to be polite, this little thing can't help me, and besides, it's what I should do."

After finishing the polite words, Sun Bucoun took out the slate and handed it to Gerstahn.

After Gustahn took a closer look, a look of unnaturalness appeared on her face.

It's not that she sees that this dragon language magic will kill people, but that she doesn't understand it at all.

"Sorry! The text on it is a bit old, it seems to be dragon language characters, I am proficient in fire and arcane magic, I don't know most of the characters on it."

Gerstahn's expression was rather blunt, she just took care of everything.

"It doesn't matter, it's pretty good to be able to recognize some of them. In fact, I can also recognize some dragon language, and those black iron dwarves have also translated some. Now with the ones you know, we are not far from cracking it." Far."

"But I don't even know one-third of the characters!"

"It's as much as one-third! It seems that we have hope to crack it. The hope of all of us rests on you. You can't live up to the Marshal's expectations!"

"Then I'll try again."

The atmosphere in the box was still intense, and the overwhelmed eater had already fallen asleep leaning on Huma's thick back. Lu Fei fought more and more fiercely, and the human officer opposite him had already been knocked down by half.

The guy who punched heavily has already started to attack the two female tauren girls, and the girls are also playing relatively openly, flicking their tails, very excited.

Usobu has already talked about his master ancestor with the Marshal, and the Marshal has promised to recall Usobu's master Ebony Paladin to Stormwind City after the king is rescued, and return him the title of Great Knight.

Taking advantage of the water, Sun Bugui quickly wrote some dragon language on the slate that Gerstahn couldn't understand, and the annotations, of course, would kill people, which he would definitely not write.

With these annotations written by Sun Bugui, Gerstein was able to recite more than 80% of the dragon language after an hour of research.

"There are still some capable people among these black iron dwarves. If you hadn't brought out the materials they have studied before, I think I would not be able to decipher these dragon languages ​​by myself."

Gerstarn began to regain her self-confidence again. She didn't even bother to drink wine now. People who study magic are just like dwarves who like to forge iron. They both have a kind of persistence.

Marshal Windsor was also attracted by the two of them, and when he learned that Gerstarn was able to break the slate, the Marshal showed a gratified smile on his face and praised Gerstarn.

After everyone had a good time, Sun Butong and Chong Quan lifted the sleeping Lu Fei and Chi Kuo back to the reserved room.

Usob accompanied the marshal to their room, and Gerstarn followed behind the marshal, holding the slate in her hand. She was able to read all the dragon language magic on the slate, but there were still some Stumbling and slurring words.

Sun Bugui handed the slate to her, and told her that if she could recite the dragon language magic on it correctly and completely, then he could apply to give her a great credit in front of the marshal.

Gerstahn knows exactly what she was before, Twilight Inquisitor!This title is not a good title for her now, and what she and those people under her have done is disgraceful. In order to wash away the sins of the past, she is even willing to give her life!

After setting up the two sleeping brothers, and then kicking Sao Huhu out of the room, Sun Bugui poured a double amount of beer, sat on the desk and waited quietly.

He knew exactly what was going to happen tonight.

Marshal Windsor instigated the Twilight organization's interrogator Gerstarn, which was originally a good thing, but during the days when Marshal was locked in the cell, Gerstarn teased and seduced more than once He, Sun Bugui doesn't want others to know about this kind of thing.

Regardless of whether the marshal instigating Gerstahn's intention to hide himself from human beings, or when he was imprisoned, the interrogator didn't have the friendship to torture him, or the marshal wanted to get the other party's mouth. Get some intel.

These are not important anymore, she must die tonight!

For the marshal's reputation and his life.

Some things must be done, and some people have to die.

After a long time, Sun Bugui's patience was being consumed little by little. There were already piles of empty wine bottles on the table, and his expression became more and more dull.

At this moment, a human female scream came from the next room.

Sun Bu jumped up suddenly, surprise flashed across his face.

It worked!
He quickly opened the door, and then stood in the aisle and shouted loudly: "What's going on? What happened, come here!"

As soon as his shouting stopped, Usobu rushed out of his room, and Luffy and Chitou also came out of the room fully armed one step later, and the last thing that came out was a heavy punch, with half of their pants on.

"Boss! Are you okay?"

Several people quickly surrounded Sun Butong, looked him up and down, and asked hurriedly.

"I'm fine, the voice seems to be coming from Marshal Windsor's room."

Surrounded by several people, Sun Bugui turned his face to the door of the marshal's room.

"Break the door!"

"Yes!"

After a group of people broke open the door, they all rushed into the room.

Marshal Windsor stood in the room and looked at the pile of ashes on the ground. His face was expressionless, but he lowered his head silently.

"marshal?"

Finding that there was no danger in the room, Usob walked towards the marshal and asked softly.

"Hey!"

Marshal Windsor let out a long breath. He turned his head to look at the people in the room with a sad face and said, "I'm fine!"

Sun Bugui also walked over. He looked at the marshal and asked in a low voice, "What's going on? Here on the ground."

The Marshal sighed again.

"Ah! This is Gustahn."

After saying this, Marshal Windsor squatted down slowly, and gently reached out to touch the pile of ashes on the ground.

"She must have been cursed by the Twilight organization! She was a good person, and she was going to perform the magic of breaking the dragon language on the stone slab for me, but I didn't expect that she just uttered a few lines of dragon language, and her whole body burst out." It was burned like this in less than three seconds with a black flame."

In Marshal Windsor's mind, she still clearly remembered the cheerful appearance of Gustahn jumping and jumping towards him a minute ago. She told herself that she had completely mastered all the dragon language on this stone slab. .

Thinking of her proud and expectant look, Marshal Windsor let out another long sigh.

"My condolences, Marshal! We are all very sad that this happened."

Usobu also squatted down, and he put his hands on the shoulders of the marshal, trying to help him up.

"Don't help me, let me just stay like this, I want to be quiet for a while."

Seeing Marshal Windsor's sad expression, Sun Bugui felt a little sad in his heart, but he soon felt relieved.

"Let's go and leave the Marshal alone."

After the order was given, everyone left the room.

After hearing the sound, all the other people came crowded in the aisle, and Sun Bugui arranged for Usob to guard the door of the marshal's room, and then he dispersed the crowd, telling everyone that there was only a small accident.

After they all left, Sun Bugui returned to his room.

There were still several bottles of beer on the table in the room. Sun Bugui picked up a bottle of ogre spirit with the highest alcohol content, and poured it in as soon as he raised his head.

The matter was over, Sun Butong's tense nerves relaxed, and after the alcohol came up on the back of his neck, he walked to the side of the bed, and fell straight down like that.

Early the next morning, Usob opened the door and woke up Sun Bugui.

"Boss, the marshal has something to do with you."

"Okay, I see, let him wait for a while, I'll wash my face and go."

Facing the mirror, Sun Bugui rubbed his face vigorously, then looked at himself in the mirror.

Not handsome!

"Marshal, what do you need from me?"

Marshal Windsor has put away yesterday's sadness. He is sitting at the table with this glass of warm water in his hand.

"Here you come, let's take a look at this thing."

The marshal was referring to a scroll on the table.

Sun Bugui walked to the table, reached out and picked up the scroll.

After careful observation, Sun Bugui looked at the marshal and said, "This is a dragon language magic scroll. If I read it correctly, it is the key to breaking the transformation of the black dragon."

"Then Gerstein succeeded?"

"Yes!"

"It's good if it succeeds! It's worth her death."

"I want to ask the Marshal one more thing."

"what's up?"

"I would like to ask you to take credit for Gerstarn. Stormwind City should not forget her dedication. I hope you can add a title to her."

Marshal Windsor raised his head and looked at Sun Bugui: "You don't need to ask her for this matter. On the contrary, I need to ask you for one more thing."

"Please say!"

"When you meet the members of the Twilight Organization in the future, you must not be relentless, especially their curse masters and mystics, as well as those high-level officials of the Twilight Organization. I want them to pay with their blood!"

"Marshal, please rest assured! From now on, the Jinyiwei and the Twilight organization are sworn enemies. I will issue an order for the members of the Jinyiwei to strangle the Twilight members with all their strength in the Azeroth continent! No one will be spared!"

"Thank you! On behalf of Gerstarn and the people of Stormwind City, thank you!"

"The marshal is polite! This is what I should do."

"Well, so what are we going to do next?"

"Go to Emperor Dagran Thaurissan, rescue Princess Moira Bronzebeard of Ironforge, and try our best to dissuade Emperor Dagran Thaurissan from summoning the Lord of Fire. It is irreparable, so we have to kill him!"

"Okay! Just follow your method, and I will go with you to negotiate with Emperor Dagran Thaurissan."

After saying this, Marshal Windsor looked at the scroll on the table.

"Can this scroll be kept by me?"

"No one is qualified to keep it except you, and only you are qualified to use it!"

"Thank you!" Marshal Windsor patted Sun Bugui on the shoulder, and put away the scroll.

"Then let's go! Thaurissan and I haven't seen each other for a long time, so we must have a good chat with him this time!"

　In this chapter of self-feeling, the protagonist is a bit cold-blooded. I hope no one will scold me.

　　But if someone comes to scold me, I still wish for it, so I know that someone is seriously watching the book I wrote.

　　Thanks again [08a] and [Protagonist's Background Board] for their recommendation tickets!
　　


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