When Musaro followed Rexxar to Black Wolf Town, it was already evening two days later. Now he was full of curiosity about the Kingdom of Thresh, because just yesterday, they just passed by a place where gnolls still lived.
's camp.
Rexxar told him that those were the gnolls of the Riverclaw clan from Elwynn Forest. Musaro nodded. When they first attacked Stormwind City, the orcs had encountered these gnolls, and the gnolls also tried to stop them.
The orcs were advancing, but after a big battle, the jackals dispersed and no longer dared to resist.
However, a group of gnolls chose to join the orcs and became slaves and vassals of the Blackstone clan in the eastern part of the Redridge Mountains.
On the forest road from Storm Post to Black Wolf Town, every thirty miles or so along the way, there is a small inn, where a patrol team of kobolds and jackals are stationed, and there is a hotel open to the outside world.
It is open for rest, food and accommodation for travelers and traveling caravans.
These hotels are not of a unified style, nor are they uniformly managed by the Kingdom of Thresh, because Musaro saw at least three hotels opened by tauren, and the proprietress of one of them was a passionate and fiery flower cow.
They even passed by a hotel run by a harpy, but Rexxar just replenished his water bag there and continued on his way. Instead, the convoy they were following stopped.
Musaro was very curious about this and asked more questions. Rexa looked a little embarrassed and hesitated, not knowing how to explain to his old friend.
Finally, he said helplessly: "You know, intelligent races always have some strange customs. These harpies...their purpose of opening the hotel is not pure enough..."
Musaro was shocked and drew out his long blade: "Is this a black shop? How can you tolerate the existence of such a black shop?"
Lexa quickly explained, and Musaro's eyes widened, and he suddenly laughed with his belly in his hands: "So, you are afraid that if I enter that hotel, I will be spotted by the harpy and force you to marry me.
Did something happen to me?"
Lexa nodded honestly: "Harpies have unique tastes in life partners. They actually prefer elves and humans. However, there are no humans in the Stonetalon Mountains, and night elves rarely set foot here alone, so they set their sights
Just put it on the tauren and orcs."
Musaro laughed even louder: "This is really an insult to morals! Why didn't you and the kobold chief stop it? Such a thing is really..." He stopped talking.
Rexxar shrugged: "Since some harpies have chosen to be loyal to the Kingdom of Thresh and have shown their support for the kingdom in previous battles, we must respect their customs and ensure the continuation of their race.
Isn't it?"
Musaro put away his smile and nodded: "You are right, they may just do this because they don't want their race to perish."
The conversation about the harpies ends here. Musaro has experienced too much, so he can understand the practices of the harpies, because many things, from different standpoints, will have different, even contradictory and contradictory views.
Interpretation of conflict.
When the setting sun converged the last ray of pale yellow light from the west side of the Windy Valley, and darkness descended on the land as expected, Musaro saw a light shining in the distance, which was the Black Wolf Town that Lexa had always mentioned.
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Unlike the countless small human towns that Musaro had fought and destroyed, Black Wolf Town had no defensive walls. Rexar told him that there were two armies stationed on the west and north of the town, and the arsenal on the south
On the periphery, a larger army was stationed.
As for the east side of Black Wolf Town, there is Black Wolf Lake. The Kingdom of Thresh has sent patrol teams to continuously patrol around the lake, so security measures are very strict.
Black Wolf Town is roughly laid out with four spacious vertical and horizontal streets, and each isolated area has its own functional division.
Musaro did not see the tallest and most conspicuous buildings in ordinary human towns, which were the city hall and the church. He noticed that the architectural style of the entire Black Wolf Town was not even uniform. There were goblin-style wooden houses, and some
Harpies build treehouses based on trees, as well as many houses made of rocks.
Those rock-built houses are not very tall, Rexxar told Musaro, they are the homes of a small number of kobolds who have settled here.
What interests Musaro most are the rows of courtyards near the Harpy tree house. They are all made of wood, but the style is very different from that of goblins and humans. They have cornices and brackets, and the courtyard walls are in the shape of wavy curves and are made of bricks and stones.
, with a round door opening, many trees planted in the corners of the yard, and even ivy crawling out of the inner wall.
"These were designed by Pandaren Lao Chen, and we regard them as works of art!" Lexa said very proudly: "And these houses are not for sale to the public. Every year we select the most interesting ones from all walks of life.
Workers and soldiers of all abilities and contributions, regardless of race, will be rewarded with a courtyard like this!"
This area is a residential area, and Lexa deliberately took Musaro to take a detour because it was relatively less congested.
Then Musaro saw another group of buildings, which looked like caves, made of rock, and low like semi-circular door openings protruding from the belly of a bottle. Then he saw a black iron dwarf open the door.
Walked out.
Seemingly recognizing Rexxar, the dark iron dwarf nodded in greeting, then called out to his companion next door, and the two dwarves headed east together.
In this residential area, there is a stone lion-like statue at regular intervals on both sides of the road. The lion's mouth is lit with a candle, emitting a faint light. This is the Thresh Kingdom's version of a street lamp.
"Let's go to the city hall to meet Belga first. You know, I'm always used to living in military camps. I have my house in Stormwind Castle, and there is also one in Black Wolf Town, but I have almost never lived here. I have to ask first
Someone clean it up." Lexa said.
So they followed the two black iron dwarves and turned around a small alley. Although it was an alley, the road was very clean. Just like the street lights, there were two iron cylinders at regular intervals to hold garbage.
The lively hawking sounds came from the alley. Musaro saw a goblin hawking his goods at the corner of the alley. His stall was not big. There were twenty or thirty clay dolls, decorated with colorful
Smeared with inferior paint, there appear to be orcs, tauren, ogres, kobolds and mountain giants, but no harpies.
Seeing Rexxa and his party, the goblin immediately greeted him enthusiastically: "Honorable Lord Rexxar, buy a clay figurine toy. It only costs two small coins!" Rexxar smiled, touched his pocket, and threw it away.
He took out a few coins and took an ogre handed over by the goblin.
Musaro looked around curiously, and the goblin realized that this seemed to be a patron, so he came over and talked non-stop in Goblin. Unfortunately, Musaro was not very proficient in Goblin, and the goblin was very observant.
, immediately changed into the orc language.
Although his Orc language was not very fluent, at least Musaro understood it, so he asked: "Why are there no harpies and gnolls?"
The goblin laughed: "All the jackals have been bought! As for the harpies, they have feathers, which are difficult to pinch out. And you know, harpies only like shiny things, so..."
So Musaro took out a piece of green agate from his pocket and picked up an orc clay doll. If he was honest, this goblin's craftsmanship was not bad, at least the expression of the character was well captured.
The goblin weighed it, glanced at Lexa, and said, "Sir, I need to appraise this piece of green agate, please wait!" He was about to run to the street, but Musaro stopped him: "No!
"
The goblin was overjoyed: "Ah, you are such a generous guest. I wish you can earn more gold coins!"
After leaving the goblin vendor, Lexa said with a smile: "That piece of green agate can buy his entire stall!"
Musaro said: "I know, but I have no money!" He paused and said with some embarrassment: "When I first came to Dustwallow Swamp, I once committed road robbery because I lacked necessary living supplies.
For his deeds, he attacked a small goblin caravan, so let’s take it as compensation!”
Lexa laughed loudly, and Musaro looked at his old friend and also laughed.
There is no curfew in Black Wolf Town. There are shops and roadside stalls on both sides of the main street. Jackals, harpies and dark iron dwarves who have been busy all day are wandering around the streets, as well as a small number of kobolds.
Musaro noticed that most of the people who opened shops and stalls were goblins. Occasionally there was a flower shop opened by a harpy. Jackals and kobolds obviously had not learned this kind of business awareness.
A mixed kobold and jackal patrol passed by, and Musaro suddenly noticed that several kobolds wearing white robes with strange and mysterious black and white patterns on their chests and backs were handing out flyers on the street.
He took one curiously, and the kobold nodded slightly to him with some fear, and then continued to distribute the leaflets in silence.
The paper of this flyer was of poor quality, with some words printed on it that Musaro could not understand. Rexxar explained: "This is the Pangu Cult founded by Chief Prell in order to unify the faith of the Kingdom of Thresh. Although it is
It’s a religious belief, but I suggest you get to know the theories about the universe, about light and darkness, I think they are very correct.”
Musaro then collected the flyers. The older he got and the more experienced he became, the more interested he became in philosophy, because he also wanted to understand why the orcs wanted to commit injustice to another world in the first place.
of war.
"Would you like to go have a drink?" Lexa pointed to a bar on the corner of the street. It looked like it was run by goblins. It was called "Powder Wrench". There were four huge red lanterns hanging on the door. It looked weird.
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"That's the culture of the Pandaren, isn't it very beautiful?" Rexxar pointed at the big red lantern and said. At this time, a red firework suddenly bloomed in the night sky not far away. Musaro looked up and saw the fireworks.
The shadowy outline of a tall building.
"Is that the city hall?" Musaro asked, and Rexa shook his head: "That's the church of the Pangu Cult built by the Kobold believers who raised funds. The flyer you received may be what the Kobold believers are for.
A fundraising lecture to raise funds.”
"The fireworks tell people that it's the hour now." Rexxar watched quietly and saw eight fireworks blooming in succession, and said, "According to Thresh Kingdom's time, it's already eight o'clock in the evening!"
The appearance of fireworks made Lexa forget to continue inviting Musaro to the "Powder Wrench" for a drink. He said: "Turn around in front, and there is the city hall! Come on, old man, let's go have a big meal at Belga.
, he has a good chef sent by Prell!"
His steps became cheerful. Musaro shook his head and noticed that the eyes of the several ogres behind him suddenly lit up when they heard Rexxar's words. It was obviously the delicious food that attracted them.
The prosperous night of Black Wolf Town made Musaro feel a long-lost intimacy, which he had never felt since he left the old tribal army and lived alone in seclusion for so many years. It was full of ordinary fireworks, which made him feel very special.