There were black clouds in the sky, as heavy as Mount Tai. Raindrops began to scatter wantonly with a "boom" in the sky. A hazy drizzle fell on the ground, and a white mist spread across the field of vision.
The streets paved with bluestones look extremely smooth without any unevenness. This is true for all the streets in the Wild Boar City. After being washed away by rainwater, they will become extremely tidy.
"The roads in Wild Boar City are well paved. It's not like when I was in Goldshire, I would walk in mud on a rainy day." The thinly dressed human's hair was already wet, and the rain kept dripping down his hair.
The clothes are already soaked.
"What is this? You have never been to Silvermoon City. Only those high elves in Silvermoon City can enjoy and make Silvermoon City so beautiful." A mysterious person with wet skin next to him was also wet.
Lan, an extremely ferocious troll with curved fangs on his face, spoke.
"You have heard about it, where is Silvermoon City? That group of high elves are all as arrogant as iron roosters. Neither humans nor dwarves are allowed to enter, let alone your trolls who have always had a bad reputation," the human man
He shook his head directly and denied the troll's point of view.
"This is not something I heard, but it was passed down from generation to generation by my ancestors. You must know that our ancestors almost captured Silver Moon City back then," the troll man continued.
"Stop talking about the glory of your ancestors," the human man waved his hands repeatedly, interrupting the troll's words, and said in his mouth; "We came here all the way from Lordaeron, and we have known each other for a year. You
On average, you brag to me once every two days,"
The embarrassed look flashed across the troll's face. He looked at the open door in front of him. Noisy sounds came from inside, and he couldn't help but say, "We're here."
"This is the mercenary union!"
Looking at the large words written in the Common Tongue of Azeroth above the door, the human man nodded. The Common Tongue of Azeroth is a language that every adventurer must master before taking an adventure. If you don't
If you know this, it will be difficult to take risks in the world of Azeroth.
The Mercenary Guild is an expanded hall, covering a large area. There are hundreds of people inside at the moment, some of whom are walking around the walls of the hall, quietly and carefully observing the tasks posted one by one, and some of them.
We sat together and chatted. People kept coming and going at the door.
"I have heard about the name of the Mercenary Guild a long time ago. This trip is really not in vain. I thought it was a fake when I was in Stormwind Fortress. If I had known, I would have come earlier." The troll glanced at the Mercenary Guild and saw
There were also figures of some trolls walking around inside, and a sense of intimacy could not help but spread out. The trolls in Stormwind Fortress had suffered so much from the supercilious looks of these humans.
"Hurry up and find a mission. We don't even have gold coins for accommodation now. The damn green-skinned monster actually captured Stormwind Fortress, and all my property is gone." After the human man pulled the troll to complete the formalities,
He said with a curse in his mouth. A pair of sharp eyes scanned the walls of the hall.
Although there is goblin and dwarf technology in the world of Azeroth, it cannot be compared to the previous life. It is impossible to use technology to create a large screen and scroll to release tasks. Although this scene can also be transformed using magic. The effect is the same as in the previous life.
The technology is not bad in comparison, it is even better, and can make people immersed in the scene, but the cost of all this is too high. The current Wild Boar City is not yet so wealthy.
All tasks are written on the walls of the mercenary union hall. According to the classification of the tasks, whether they are protection tasks or collection tasks, there are several areas. The walls are smooth and written with colored pens. Time passes.
It can be wiped off directly and can be used repeatedly.
"Go to the protection mission," the human man gave a general glance at the mission area. He gave up on the other missions and finally chose the protection mission.
Protection tasks have the highest average pay among mercenary unions, and are also the most dangerous. However, this is of little significance to all adventurers. If you want to make money quickly, how can it be possible without taking risks?
Hire people of level 6 or above, two of them are mages and two warriors each. Go to Treasure Bay for one month. Reward: 100 gold coins.
Hire people of level five or above, no occupation required, ten people are needed, go to the western wilderness, one month, reward: 30 gold coins,
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One message after another was read by the two of them. Finally, the two of them raised their eyes and jointly decided on one message.
"It's just him. Although it looks a little more dangerous, you see this is a mission officially entrusted by Wild Boar City. We will not default on our debts. The risks are guaranteed. As long as this mission is completed, we can temporarily settle down in Wild Boar City.
"
"Okay, just choose him,"
Looking at the message above, which requires a seventh-level profession or above to join, and a mission that rewards each person with 300 gold coins, the troll and the human man looked at each other and nodded in agreement. Finally, the troll couldn't help but say; "It's so rich.
The reward, I have been through life and death in the past, it is really in vain,"
Human men don’t have so many senses. For human men, earning gold coins, settling down, and then going to find their relatives. The fall of Stormwind Fortress was unexpected by no one. It is known as the city where the sun never sets.
, was captured by the orcs,
Human men don't want to think that when their relatives come to Wild Boar City, they will have no place to live. Although Wild Boar City has begun to accommodate some humans, human men are so proud, how can they allow themselves to live in the Crucifixion House.
After greeting a blond woman standing next to her who was beating her chest, the human man began to register. He inquired clearly about the rules of the mercenary union.
After a simple registration, the blond woman showed a bright smile and said to the two of them, "You are really lucky. Today is the last day to register."
"We will gather at the entrance of the Mercenary Union tomorrow morning. You should come earlier. The employer will test you at that time. If you fail, you will not be able to receive this task."
"But don't worry. As long as you have strength beyond the seventh level, you will definitely be selected. Don't worry." The smiling blond woman looked at the human man's frown and knew what the other man was worried about, so she explained.
"Time is money," the screaming voice reached the ears of the chief of the Shar clan. The chief of the Shar clan looked at the goblin who was jumping around and waving his arms vigorously, with a ferocious look on his face.
"Dear friends, welcome to the Jincancan chain store. Here you can get everything you need. From a magic cannon to a screw, our Jincancan chain store has everything." After the goblin drove away one person, his eyes lit up. Then
I saw someone and immediately recognized his identity, the chief of the Shar clan. Now this man is a man of the hour in Wild Boar City. The armor-piercing spear he brought, although Lao Zhu blocked the news,
How could such news be sealed, but it had already spread, so the chief of the Shar clan, a barbaric and poor troll, became a man of the hour. His eyes began to widen.
Guang began to explain eloquently.
"Magic cannon, I want magic cannon. As long as we have magic cannon, there will never be any problems with the safety of our clan," the chief of the Shar clan spoke out his request.
"Brother, as long as you pay the starting price, I will get the magic cannon for you immediately?" the goblin said.
"It's just a magic cannon. You think I can't afford the price," said the chief of the Shar clan, who was no stranger at all. He didn't appear to be as stupid as other trolls, but was actually very smart.
"Time is money, my friend, come with me." After hearing the words of the Shar clan, the goblin didn't say much and pointed forward with his thin little hand. Then he strode towards the golden chain store.
As for the customer who was grabbed at the beginning, he has been forgotten by the goblins. The goblins are a race that has an eye for money. For them, money is supreme.
As the saying goes, the hatred for killing the father is irreconcilable. In an intelligent race, this saying applies to every race. It does not apply to goblins at all. As long as you can pay enough gold coins, even if you kill the goblin's old man,
Even if Dad kills me, we can still stand together as friends.
This is a race that only cares about money and has no human touch.
It just so happens that such a race is thriving in the world of Azeroth. The first war between humans and beasts allowed them to sell weapons and accumulate huge wealth, just like the United States in history, during World War I.
The wanton selling of weapons and making money have contributed to the strong economic strength of the United States.
In the world of Azeroth, most of the powerful races have developed and grown based on their historical heritage and development over thousands of years. However, this goblin follows the path of capital accumulation and will do anything as long as it makes money.
"I know this thing. It is not a magic cannon, but an artillery piece," the chief of the Shar clan, who was certainly not an idiot. After seeing what the goblin pushed out, he immediately screamed and said.
"Okay, you know, I don't have magic cannons here, only artillery. Do you want them?"
"Can you tell me the details of the artillery?"
"Each artillery only costs 200 gold coins. This is the latest product of our goblins, the cannon - 8. The caliber is 71 mm, the barrel is 1.156 meters long, and the gun body weighs 20.1kg."
"The maximum range is 3008 meters, and the normal rate of fire is 35 rounds/minute."
If Lao Zhu were here, he would be able to expose this goblin at once. What he said was too false. The latest artillery of the goblin is just a cannon-7. When he came here, even an 8 appeared.
However, the goblin is still very capable. He did not directly say 9 because he left some room. When the troll inquired, he could also fool him. The use of -8 was made in secret and was not publicized.
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The chief of the Shar clan looked at the artillery with more or less disappointment on his face. Compared with the artillery, what he hoped for more was the magic cannon. The existence of the magic cannon was more powerful than ordinary artillery, but the power of the top artillery was also not high.
It is weaker than the magic cannon, but the magic cannon has an advantage that artillery cannot match, that is, it does not require ammunition. If the artillery has no ammunition, it will be just a pile of burning iron rods and a pile of scrap iron. In addition to hitting people, it can also do other things.
What does it do.
The magic cannon is different. The shells of the magic cannon are not matter at all, but energy. The magic cannon needs to gather magic elements to form a cannonball. In this regard, the magic cannon has a natural advantage. In a battle, magic does not require logistical supplies.
Cannon, completely defeated artillery.
He knows the situation of the Shar clan best. They cannot make cannonballs at all and must rely on the goblins. If the goblins stop the supply of cannonballs, all the artillery purchased by the Shar clan will be scrap iron and controlled by others.
Therefore, the chief of the Shar clan prefers magic cannon.
In the end, he chose to buy it, left the goblin shop, and walked up to the city wall, because he still had other things to do.
All the money he spent to buy artillery now came from the general. He himself did not have so many gold coins at all, and the other party paid for him. Naturally, he was required to fulfill some kind of agreement and gave him a task, so
Chief of the Shar Clan must be completed.
He strode up to the city wall that was being built and looked into the distance.
Standing on the wall of Wild Boar City, he raised his eyes and scanned the sky, looking at the blue sky. The strong wind blowing in front of him made the flags set up beside him rustle.
Next to him, a man in his thirties stood respectfully. The man had thin eyebrows and fair skin like a woman. If you look closely, his face gave off a feminine look.
Looking to the south, he watched the convoy slowly drive out of the Thorn City, surrounded by layers of guards. At a rough look, there were no less than three hundred people, among whom there were hundreds of trolls, and the others were adventurers of all kinds.
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"How many adventurers have been recruited this time?" the chief of the Shar clan spoke slowly, facing the wind.
"Two hundred and forty-five people," the human man answered calmly and confidently.
"There are quite a lot of people here. How many people are there in each rank?" The chief of the Shar clan was extremely satisfied with this number. A bright smile appeared on his face and he continued to ask.
"Three people with seventh-level strength, namely warrior, mage and hunter,"
"Ten people with sixth level strength, five warriors, two mages, one stalker, one priest, and one hunter."
"Fifty people with level 5 strength, most of them are warriors. The remaining more than 100 people are at level 6, and none are below level 5." The human man also had a bright smile on his face, and his smile was so bright.
brilliant.
"That's good. We were able to recruit three people at the seventh level. It's really good. How many gold coins did it cost?"
"500 gold coins per person at level 7, 300 gold coins per person at level 6, 100 gold coins per person at level 5, 30 gold coins per person at level 4, and 300 gold coins for the protection mission of level 6 Tanaris, even if
It’s pretty good, everything is priced high,”
"Look, they're coming," one of the adventurers immediately exclaimed, and this time they saw some other expressions on the trolls' faces.
The chief of the Shar clan listened to the exclamations below, his face expressionless, and stared at the convoy slowly disappearing from his eyes.
"Chief, is the protective power of this convoy too strong?" The human man saw the convoy of more than 600 people leaving slowly, and worry appeared on his face. This time the convoy was too powerful.
He was worried that such a powerful force would not be able to attract the centaur's attention. If the centaur did not take the initiative to attack, it would be over, and he would not be able to complete the mission.
"Don't worry about this, the centaurs will be just like me, they will definitely be fooled," the chief of the Shar clan said.
He turned around and looked towards the south of Yeboar City. This time he led his tribe to complete the tasks assigned by the general, and he could get another batch of food to support his clan.
Therefore, there is absolutely no room for failure in the task, and there must be success.
Even if the task of attracting the centaur's attention is currently impossible, if he takes the initiative to attack the centaur tribe, he will complete the task. (~^~)
