Spearman's Fate

Although Lancer's comprehension ability could not distinguish the difference between dwarves from the beard shape, but the other party gave Lancer a very stable feeling, and even taught Muradin a few words from time to time, such as asking him to be more stable in front of guests.

In addition, Muradin's younger brother is no longer in Ironforge at this time. It is said that he and his companions from the Adventurer's Association are still exploring Northrend. However, when Muradin enthusiastically introduced his niece to him, Lancer A little embarrassed, he could understand the other party's behavior of showing off his niece, but Lancer really wanted to complain that 'strong limbs' in human society really shouldn't be used to describe women.

But this dwarf woman named 'Liella Bronzebeard' complained about her uncle very directly, and at the same time shook hands with Lancer generously, and told him not to care about what her uncle said.

Without too much nonsense, it is more like introducing your family to your friends than meeting the king. After greeting, Muradin directly pulled Lancer and walked towards the square. It is obvious that the venue of today's banquet is not Not Muradin's house but in the square...

In front of the dwarves, beer mugs that were much larger than their own fists were placed in front of them, and the owners of the bars on the roadside also carried barrels of beer and put them directly on the street. Everyone in the castle can drink for free. Anyway, Muradin has already said hello in advance, and he will invite all of them today.

Although Muradin was also in a state of excitement because of the upcoming reception, Lancer could almost foresee the scene when the other party fell into 'bankruptcy' the next day.

The banquet lasted until midnight, and even Lancer, a 'monster' who could drink beer as water, passed out drunk on the street because of the number of dwarves who kept coming to toast.

However, a sudden sound of strange footsteps woke Lancer from his sleep. When Lancer sat up suddenly, he saw Muradin covering his head. The other party seemed to be very surprised that Lancer woke up.

"Did something happen?"

"No, it's nothing, it's just that my brother is going to preside over the funerals of the 'warriors'."

Muradin's voice was a little low, which was an emotion that rarely appeared in him who was always optimistic, so Lancer also patted him on the shoulder.

"You don't mind having a foreigner attend the funeral, do you?"

"No, how could it be? I think they would be very happy to have a warrior like Lancer attend their funeral."

The funerals of the dwarves did not have too many exaggerated ceremonies. Except for the families of the sacrificed soldiers, most of the dwarves gathered outside silently, leaving enough space for the family members. As the king, Mag Ni Bronzebeard was the one who presided over the funeral with a serious face and a crown and armor.

These warriors who sacrificed their lives to protect Azeroth are eligible to be sent off by the whole clan, but it is a pity that the bodies of most of them could not be found. In the battle with the Burning Legion, it is no longer possible to retrieve their weapons. Lucky enough.

When those young dwarves took over the weapons of their fathers from Muradin with their own hands, although their faces were covered with tears, their expressions were extremely resolute, just like they once accepted the inspection here and went to Kalimdor. Like my parents...

Standing in the crowd, Lancer watched this scene silently and clenched his fists unconsciously.

He hates fighting, because fighting will make brave fighters never return to their loved ones, but it is impossible for him to avoid fighting, because only weapons in hand can protect innocent people when facing the enemy.

Lancer has already understood this truth, but he still can't make his heart as calm as in the battlefield. The only thing he can do at this time is to send gifts to those sacrificed soldiers like the dwarves around him. my own blessing...

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Lancer also asked Muradin about the method of making a 'lance' during his stay in Ironforge, and Muradin naturally accepted it readily. It is no longer necessary to rely entirely on the assistance of the system.

But when Lancer was sweating in the blacksmith shop, an unexpected 'visitor' appeared in Ironforge.

"Onyxia? Are you done?"

Lancer, who was still at work, simply put the forging hammer aside after seeing Onyxia, but his expression was indeed very strange, after all, it had not been a few days since the other party was taken away by Alexstrasza. , why did you come back so soon?

The expression of Onyxia who was questioned by Lancer was also extremely subtle. She looked at Lancer with both gratitude and helplessness. After all, Onyxia was taken to Northen by Alexstrasza this time. Wyrmrest Temple in Germany, where the other party accepted the 'trial', but because Lancer took the initiative to intercede for her, the other party was not killed directly, but was sentenced to 'life imprisonment'.

It can be said that Onyxia has become Lancer's "property" at least in the eyes of the giant dragons of Azeroth, and they will no longer continue to hunt and kill her, of course, the premise is that she still carries out her own mission. 'penalty'.

It can be said that as long as Onyxia stays by Lancer's side now, she will not be attacked by the other three guardian dragon legions other than the blue dragon legion. For her, at least she doesn't need to hide like before. , as long as she is not seen by the blue dragon army and her father comes to her door, then she is safe.

But the price is that even if she is driven away by Lancer, she must always stay by Lancer's side.

Looking at the man in front of her who may have to follow him all the time, how can Onyxia not be complicated in her heart?The only thing she is lucky about now is that the other party is still a good man, maybe...

"It's just right for you to come. I remember that the black dragon's fire resistance is quite high. Hold this for me. I want to try the casting method that Muradin taught me before."

Talking about Lancer while throwing a pair of gloves to the other party, and looking at the burning stove in front of her, Onyxia's feelings that had been brewing with great difficulty disappeared completely in an instant, replaced by a look of helplessness on her face.

"I'm here to help."

After speaking, he put on his gloves and walked to the iron stove, while Lancer held up a pot of molten metal with his pliers with a serious expression...

For Lancer, the reason why he asked Alexstrasza was to reduce his own troubles. After all, it is not easy to find a "mount" like a dragon with enough fighting power and wisdom. The giant dragon I know is the one that rides a black dragon without psychological pressure, which is relatively simple.

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Lancer temporarily lived in Ironforge, but the progress of the world will not stop because of him alone. First, the High Elf organization began to try to counterattack Quel'Thalas. The reason for the organization is that in addition to the high elves, other countries will also support it.

First of all, Lordaeron will definitely participate. After all, apart from Quel'Thalas, whose capital was captured, Lordaeron suffered the most damage. Even their prince almost lost it. How could they turn a blind eye when there is an opportunity?

And while the high elves were making preparations, Olga Marie and the others were also working hard in their respective places.

Olga Marie was accepted by Antonidas as a disciple with the special status of undead, not only because Antonidas was optimistic about the other party's talent, but also because Olga Marie exchanged some of the special spells she knew , the other party is absorbing 'nutrients' heartily in Dalaran's library.

Because ghosts don't need to sleep, she has more time to study, but just after she left Antonidas' mage tower, a young mage was waiting outside the tower with a letter.

"Master Olga Marie, your letter."

"Thank you~"

As a descendant of an aristocrat in the magic world, Olga Marie's etiquette can be said to be perfect, and the young mage who delivered the letter seemed at a loss.

There is no doubt that the identity of Olga Marie's "ghost" will indeed discourage ordinary people, but for mages who dare to summon succubi to solve their physical needs, there are also many "braves" among them, but it is a pity that so far there is no one The 'brave man' was able to break through the first line of defense, no matter who he was to Olga Marie, he was extremely polite, but this politeness made everyone desperate.

She didn't pay any attention to the little mage Olga Marie who was a little lost behind her. After all, she didn't know how many people like this she had seen in the clock tower before.

Olga Marie, who opened the letter, couldn't help showing a smile when she saw the crooked English.

Although she came to Dalaran to study, she was well prepared. A certain bought foodie was very enthusiastic and reported Lancer's latest situation every few days.

After all, you can get a big meal in exchange for just writing a few words, how could Zero let go of such an opportunity.

For the current Zero, her only goal in life is to taste all the delicacies in the world with Lancer!

Unsurprisingly, the first half of the letter was basically about Lancer and a group of dwarves getting drunk in bars or even on the streets every day, but this time there was one thing that made Olga Marie's eyes widen.