Chapter 721 [Young Master Wei will pay the bill tonight! 】
Tanaris.
Zutiu.
Zutiu has the best beer in the Western Continent, which cannot be bought in other pubs.
These beers are only produced in Zutona, and the water used for brewing is the purest source water in the upper reaches of the Aztec River. The barrels used for brewing must be oak trees in the forest of Un'Goro Crater, and they must be more than a hundred years old.
Hundred-year-old oak trees are rare in other places, but in the once inaccessible Un'Goro Crater, although they cannot be said to be everywhere, they are obviously more numerous and easier to find than in other places.
These trees all grow deep in the jungle. Except for the skilled lumberjacks among the Zutona Trolls, it is not easy for outsiders to penetrate deep.
Because there are not only wild beasts and elemental creatures in the jungle, but also after the trolls came, this place also became the territory of the trolls.
Without Zutona's permission, if you are caught illegally logging, you will be sentenced!
There used to be more than a dozen dwarves who entered here under the pretext of becoming adventurers but ended up secretly chopping down trees. They were later caught by the druids of the Cenarion Circle and sent to the trolls to be sentenced - each dwarf served three years.
Hard labor, the content of hard labor is to go to Huoyu Mountain to dig rocks!
At this moment, Velen, the most respected prophet among the draenei, was sitting in a tavern owned by a goblin in Zutiu, drinking the beer for which even the dwarves wanted to get the secret recipe, and looking around with a smile.
Archbishop Nelly, the draenei chief ranger and a member of the Council of Bishops, accompanied Velen.
Most of the guests in the tavern come from all over Azeroth. They are adventurers of all races who either dream of getting rich, dream of becoming a legendary adventurer, or have various other ideas and purposes.
Naturally, it cannot be denied that many of these aliens choose to lurk here for other purposes or tasks.
The city is getting bigger, there are more guests, and there are people of all kinds.
"Prophet, I don't think you should stay in this kind of place. This kind of place is too noisy. I can't guarantee to protect you..." Archbishop Nellie doesn't like this kind of crowded place. She likes wilderness and forests.
I like grasslands, and now I reluctantly like deserts.
But I just don't like this kind of place.
But she couldn't help it.
The other archbishops in the Council of Bishops strongly urged the prophet to bring bodyguards when he decided to visit the troll city - even though the prophet himself was actually the strongest Draenei, who would protect whom at that time?
…
However, the head of the clan and the entire mainstay of the draenei went out, and the archbishops were really worried if they didn't send some manpower to follow them.
His Excellency Archbishop Akama, who used to be the bodyguard of the prophet, was not here, and the other archbishops were not combat-oriented players, so they simply sent His Excellency Nellie, the most agile ranger with high combat effectiveness.
Nellie reluctantly accepted the job, and with her two rangers, she followed the prophet from the crystal airship to Zutiu, which is the most lively place recently.
Zutiu is the alien city that the draenei are most familiar with. It is so close to where the draenei landed that it only takes half a day to walk.
Due to her professional sensitivity, Nellie doesn't like places with complex crowds like pubs. She also gave the prophet some advice: "We can go for a walk in the city. I think we can see more things related to the world outside."
"
The prophet smiled.
"Nellie, don't you think this is very interesting? People from all over the world gather together, for currency, for other things, sweat together, take risks together, and even get injured together. This is really a free way of life."
"They're just a bunch of greedy guys." Nellie was very disdainful. She said, "It's no different from the wolves in the forest that sometimes unite and sometimes kill each other for prey."
Compared to the archbishop's somewhat narrow views, the prophet is obviously much gentler, and the wrinkled Delaney always has a smile on his face:
"In fact, we are the same. But we are prey, Archimonde and Kil'jaeden are hunters. The prey is always on the run, and the hunters are always chasing."
"This is different, Your Excellency! Our path is bright and just! There is no way the corrupted Eredar will succeed!" Nellie said in a low voice but firmly.
Viren was silent for a moment.
After a while, the old prophet smiled again, his voice was very soft but seemed to be full of power: "That's right. Light will eventually defeat all darkness! With the Holy Light above, we will definitely return to Argus and use the Holy Light to purify everything there!
"
"Light will eventually defeat darkness!" Nellie said softly.
At this moment.
Suddenly a voice in the tavern became very loud, and a troll shouted loudly:
"Everyone! Everyone! Inside information from Silithus!! Explosive content! Explosive news!"
This troll used a standard troll, with a very standard Tanaris accent, so that people in the tavern knew he was a local.
Learning the troll language, especially the troll language with the Zultona accent, is becoming a popular trend among adventurers.
If you want to hang out on other people's territory, do other people's tasks, and want to receive other people's rewards, you are embarrassed that you can't speak their words, right?
Therefore, adventurers who come to Zutiu and have spent some time in the Western Continent will basically speak Troll Language.
Even if you are not fluent, you can at least roughly understand what the troll is saying.
Of course, Velen and Nellie can also understand the language of the trolls. In fact, they don't use magic. Velen's prophet mastered the basic spoken troll language on the tenth sunrise and sunset after arriving in Azeroth.
It took Archbishop Nellie longer, but it only took her two months to master this foreign language proficiently.
In terms of learning ability and intelligence, Delaney has never been afraid of anyone. This is without the use of magic. If he uses magic, he will be able to do it in a minute.
The troll shouted loudly with a very seductive voice, attracting the attention of everyone in the tavern, and then deliberately kept silent.
A goblin couldn't help shouting to him: "Hey! Duny! Tell me, why did you stop talking in the middle of the sentence?!"
The troll named Donnie laughed and pointed at his throat, "I just came back from outside! I'm dying of thirst! If I can have a glass of Zutona Fragrant Beer at this time, maybe it will remind me of what I just thought.
What are you talking about!"
His words immediately caused everyone to boo——
"Hey! You're cheating on the beer!"
"A cup of Zutona fragrant beer costs 25 copper coins! I can't bear to drink it myself! Please pour it!"
"You don't have any inside information at all! Brag!"
"I'll buy you a drink! But it can't be fragrant beer, just ordinary beer! Bartender, bartender, this is 5 copper coins! Give him a beer quickly!"
"..."
Hearing this, Duny looked at the adventurer who wanted to treat but was a bit stingy with disdain. He was a dwarf.
"How can this inside information of mine only be worth a glass of ordinary beer!! Like it or not, at least a glass of fragrant beer!!"
His words made the adventurers in the tavern scream strangely. Many adventurers banged their wine glasses on the table, and the atmosphere was very lively.
Just when the bartender and the boss were hesitating to call the goblin security guards outside to come in, a tall, thin and shiny old man stood up and waved the beer glass in his hand towards them:
"Bartender! Give him a glass of beer! I'll treat you!"
Everyone immediately looked at him.
Duny also looked at him, at the Draenei Great Prophet with a smile on his face.
Unlike other adventurers, Donnie's tawny pupils shrank immediately after seeing Velen.
The adventurers don't know Velen's identity, and it's no secret that Duny is acquainted with him at Zutona's special job.
The troll remained calm and laughed loudly and thanked Velen: "Thank you! Generous old man! You are much more generous than these rats! I will tell you the inside information alone! Don't let these guys hear it.
Free information!”
Prophet Velen, who was smiling and asking Nellie with a helpless expression to pay the bill, waved his hand:
"I'll treat every guest here to a glass of fragrant beer! This beer is so delicious! As for your inside information, if it is related to the adventurous life, please speak up. I believe everyone would like to hear it.
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As soon as the prophet finished speaking.
There was a roar of applause in the tavern.
"Okay! Thank you, old man!"
"What a good man you are! Jobe from Dun Morogh salutes you!"
"Donnie, tell me! If it's not inside information, I'll beat your ass up later!"
"Hurry up, hurry up! Someone's treating us, bring the beer over quickly! I'm so thirsty!"
"..."
In the commotion, many adventurers thanked the draenei.
Viren smiled and waved to everyone.
The old prophet who has been on the run for tens of thousands of years finds this life very interesting!
