Spearman's Fate

Facing Lancer's strange eyes, Muradin coughed twice, as if choked on wine.

Thinking about what happened today, first he and his companions headed towards the adventurer's camp, and then found traces of humans, and then he smelled a strong smell of alcohol from Lancer's body, and then he was a very crisp Lancer ask for a drink...

"I'm really sorry, because I'm so excited~ But it's not too late to know each other now, you can call me 'Muradin', Muradin Bronzebeard, nice to meet you, human friend."

"Lancer."

Looking at the pair of rough palms stretched out by the other party, Lancer smiled and shook hands with the other party.

Although the other party's actions seemed a little disrespectful, for Lancer, he prefers to communicate with such straightforward people.

Feeling Lancer's strong palm, Muradin also let out a burst of hearty laughter.

"If that's the case, then we're officially friends! Let's celebrate!!"

Along with Muradin's cheers, the adventurers who sat next to several bonfires also made the same cheers.

The originally warm atmosphere became even more intense, giving the impression that it was a banquet.

It seems that because he is a 'friend', Muradin also behaved more casually. He stood on the stone, held the wine bottle in one hand and hugged Lancer's neck with the other, and then loudly told Lancer about his time. adventure.

It's just that the other party's so-called 'fighting sea monsters', 'repelling strange undead' and 'surrounded by strange trolls' are similar to listening to stories in Lancer's opinion. After all, Lancer read a lot of information before coming here, and there is nothing about these recorded.

But Lancer obviously forgot one thing. Because of its geographical location, the development of Northrend is almost non-existent. All the information was brought back by adventurers, and there is no doubt that the discovery and sorting of these information It was the dwarf who was a little drunk at this time.

However, while chatting with Lancer, he found that there was a sudden silence, and then he found that the dwarf, who was still holding the wine bottle with an excited face, was leaning against the stone with the wine bottle and fell asleep.

"You're really welcome, I'm going to sleep like this, and I'm not afraid that I'm a robber..."

Speaking of which, Lancer really has no contact with the dwarf race, but when the cathedral learned how to use the Holy Light, whether it was Uther or others, when they heard Lancer asking how to get along with the dwarves, they all smiled. Say 'Lancer, you'll know when you get along with the other party'.

He didn't understand much before, but he knew what they meant.

"Those guys probably think I'm similar to a dwarf..."

Lancer, who was rubbing his head, let out a helpless moan.

But looking at the bright moon in the sky, lying beside a snoring but congenial friend, this feeling is not bad.

Lancer slept well that night. After waking up, he simply took the Death Thorn Gun to a depression near the temporary camp to practice the gun. Today is just the time to make up for the exercise.

However, after swinging the gun twice, he stopped, because a figure was standing above the depression.

"Morning~ Muradin."

"Haha~ Morning~ I also feel a little itchy when I see Lancer practicing, do you want to come and have a competition?"

Although he was greeting Lancer, he jumped down from the top with a hammer in his hand, looking eager to try, but Lancer obviously didn't intend to reject him and just put on a posture again.

"bring it on!"

Chapter 56 Counting

The strange noise in the early morning woke up everyone in the camp. Although the long-lost drink last night made everyone very relaxed, they are all veterans anyway, and it is impossible to lose the most basic vigilance.

However, when the inspectors of the two sides discovered that Lancer and Muradin were missing, their expressions became subtle, and even both sides showed an awkward smile without breaking the etiquette. It was obvious that they had guessed something.

So when Lancer and Muradin returned to the camp more than half an hour later, talking and laughing, they saw the breakfast that had been basically prepared.

"Your hammer just now is really strong."

"Haha~ You're not bad, kid~ If it was a real gun, it should have pierced my arm just now, right?"

Sometimes getting along with people is so strange. Some people meet every day but are still strangers in the end, but some people become friends after meeting.

And Lancer and Muradin looked like old friends who have known each other for a long time, of course, the premise is to ignore Lancer's cracked tiger's mouth and the bruise on Muradin's forearm with his cuffs.

"Are you looking for traces of demons? Well...let me think..."

Lancer had the impression that it was Muradin who told Arthas the location of 'Frostmourne', so he waited for the other party to tell him the information of 'Frostmourne', but the other party still did not tell him when the breakfast was about to end. Lancer had no choice but to ask the other party for the slightest movement, and Muradin, who heard Lancer's question, held his beard and thought for several seconds.

"Sorry, Lancer, although we have encountered many strange enemies during this time, we have never encountered demons, but why are you looking for demons?"

In Muradin's impression, except for those who are neither human nor ghost, no one will take the initiative to find demons, but looking at Lancer and the others, it is obvious that they are not, let alone the Holy Light that Lancer helped him heal the bruise before. It wasn't fake, and then Lancer briefly talked about what happened in Stratholme City and the dreadlord who manipulated everything behind the scenes.

It was okay at first, but when I heard that the other party was trying to make Alsace slaughter the city with his own hands—————

"That bastard! I want to smash his head with my own hands!!"

Muradin, who was already full of anger, couldn't bear it anymore. After all, Alsace was both his disciple and his friend. Just like Uther, Muradin also had high expectations for Alsace. At this time How could he hold back after hearing Lancer's words?

The right hand holding the hammer even unconsciously burst into sparks. It seemed that if Mal'Ganis appeared in front of him, he might hit him with a hammer.

From this, we can see Muradin's character. He feels like a ball of flame, passionate and unrestrained, but it is precisely because of this that he is sometimes too simple, otherwise he would not be in the original timeline. Obviously aware of the changes in Alsace, but was attacked because of his trust.

Simply put, he is more suitable to be a vanguard general than a commander.

But now it is good news for Lancer.

"Although I don't know where that guy is hiding, the whole of Northrend is very dangerous. Even I don't dare to run around. According to you, the other party is seriously injured now, so there are basically only a few possible routes for him to go. It's time..."

While talking about Muradin, he took out a somewhat worn-out map, which was covered with all kinds of strange lines and characters. It was obvious that this was a map drawn by Muradin himself.

"We have identified three known safe routes. According to what you said, the other party is looking for an 'artifact that can change the situation of the battle', so I think the target should be here!"

While talking about Muradin, he pointed his finger at a blank area.

"here?"