Legend of Warcraft

Chapter 9 Mentor Naxas

Andy rested for the night at Malfurion. Malfurion did not stay in Darnassus for too long. In his own words, he now needs to pay attention to the movements on the border of Kalimdor at all times.There are still some old ports between the two continents. Although those ports have never been used after the relationship between the elves and the human kingdom collapsed, it does not mean that those creatures from other worlds will not use them!
Early the next morning, Andrew and Hilal picked up Andy, who was still soundly asleep, and made Andy full of complaints and reluctance.

The two of them wanted to take him to apprentice, the teacher that Malfurion said he didn't even give Malfurion face but gave this bow face.

In Andy's opinion, Darnassus is actually not that big. You can walk around the whole city on foot. After all, Darnassus is not the whole of Teldrassil.

In a remote and dim little thatched cottage, Andrew found the teacher who sounded very powerful.A messy old man, with brown hair like thatch, tied in a mess on the top of his head, and a strand of yellow and scorched beard hanging on his chin in a tuft.Andy really couldn't combine the images of the old man and the teacher. The contrast was too great. He looked more like an old alcoholic who had lived alone all his life.

In fact, Andy didn't feel wrong at all, he was just an old alcoholic.No, as he was talking, he took out a dirty flagon from behind his waist, took a couple of sips, and then gave Andrew a drunken look, and said vaguely, "What are you doing here? Are you here?" , you, where's your teacher, why didn't he come?" The old man was almost at a loss for words.

When Andrew faced the old man, he did not show contempt or disdain. Instead, he bowed respectfully as if he respected his teacher: "Teacher, he went to check the border himself. He asked me to bring him here!" Andrew! As he said that, he pointed at Andy and covered his nose with his hand. It seemed that the smell of this small thatched house made him very uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to react too violently.

Hilal couldn't stand it anymore, and walked out of the room within a quarter of an hour after entering the room.Andy was already on the brink of collapse, my God, what is the smell in this room?The smell of alcohol, feet, and something rotten.If it wasn't for the apprentice, Andy wouldn't come in if he was killed, or run away like Hilal.

"Oh, why did you bring him here?" the old drunkard asked, burping.

Andrew frowned slightly and took a small step back before replying: "This is what the teacher meant. He asked me to bring him over to worship you as a teacher." Andrew then wanted to tell the story of Andy from the beginning to the end. But before he could say a few words, he was interrupted by the old drunkard: "Is your teacher stupid or crazy? He worshiped me as a teacher? Thanks to him, he can figure it out. Could it be that he forgot the past..." said the old drunkard Now, I stopped talking, as if there was something taboo.

"This...is indeed what the teacher meant." Andrew discerned.

"Okay, don't talk anymore, you can go." The old drunkard issued an order to evict the guest, "Don't disturb my rest again!"

Andrew shook his head helplessly, glanced at Andy, and cast a comforting look.

"Brother Andrew, let's go." Andy said, "I don't care if he takes me in! Besides, I still have my bow." In fact, Andy wanted to say that he still has a Warcraft elf. When he reached his mouth, he quickly changed his words. Things about the Warcraft Elf System could not be revealed under any circumstances.Andy said, turned around and walked out.

The old drunkard squinted at Andy. He was only talking to Andrew just now, and didn't look at Andy.But at this moment, the old drunk suddenly sat up straight and said, "Little baby, show me what's on you!"

"Hmph, why?" Andy didn't turn his head.

"Do you know who you are talking to!" The old drunkard's tone seemed to be changed, "Why? Just this!" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and a strong suction appeared between his palms, pulling An The bow behind Di sucked in.

"My bow!" Andy panicked, turned around and lifted his leg towards the old man, and secretly shouted: "Kick!"

The old man didn't look at him at all, he was holding the bow in one hand. Although he was still separated by the cloth bag, he could already feel the familiar wave. As for Andy's kick, he only moved his fingers. The foot bounced back, and bounced himself a big somersault.

"Oops!" Andy fell to the ground, Andrew hurried over to help him up, and said softly, "Don't be stupid, even if the teacher comes, you don't dare to do it casually."

Andy was startled, what is the identity of this bad old man?Malfurion has to be careful with him, who the hell is this?Looking at the old man's appearance, he doesn't look like a hidden master at all!

"Give me back the bow!" Andy stood up and stretched out his hand.

"You still have a temper at such a young age, but the strength of that kick is fine for a child like you!" The old drunk really seemed to have changed at this time, and he no longer looked like the previous drunk , with tenderness in his eyes, he gently unwrapped the cloth bag that wrapped the bow.

"Little baby, answer me a few questions, and I'll return the bow to you!" said the old drunkard.

"Where did this bow come from?"

"My father left it to me before he died!"

"How did your father get it?"

"do not know!"

"Do you know the origin of this bow?"

"do not know!"

"Do you know whose bow this is?"

"I don't know! Well, could it be yours?"

"I can only ask you, you didn't ask me!"

"Then what else do you know?"

"do not know!"

The old drunk asked several questions in one breath, stared at Andy for a while, and then sighed softly: "Forget it, it's your fate if you get it, here it is!"

The old drunk threw the bow to Andy, and Andy quickly picked up the cloth bag on the ground, and carefully packed the bow.

"Boy, go back and tell Malfurion that this kid is with me!" said the old drunk.

Andrew breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly saluted and said yes, patted Andy on the shoulder, and left quickly.In other words, Andrew has been in the house enough, the smell is simply unbearable.

"Boy, it's over! Don't play with your bow anymore, it is for use, not for worship!" said the old drunkard.

"My father left this to me. Besides, who do you think you are?" Andy looked disdainful.

"Me, hehe! I'm Naxas!" The old drunkard looked quite proud.

"Who are you?" Andy thought he heard wrongly.

"Boy, listen carefully, my name is Naxas!" The old drunkards sat down again and said in a pile like an old drunkard, "From today onwards, I am your teacher! Hurry up, call the teacher to come Listen!"

(End of this chapter)