Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 118 Carol Wildhammer
The dwarf is wearing a plate armor made of fine iron, with a shiny leather belt on his waist, and several dwarven throwing axes are pinned to the belt. The most striking thing is that the guy is carrying a heavy exaggerated hammer on his back.

At this moment, this guy pulled out the weapon behind him, looking like he was going to fight himself desperately.

The heavy hammer shone with blue light, lightning surrounded the hammer head, and the fine "crack" sound came from the weapon continuously.

The words Stormhammer immediately appeared in Karl's mind. The Stormhammer is a special weapon, one of the necessary weapons for the Wildhammer Dwarf Gryphon Knight. This weapon has a weight far exceeding that of ordinary weapons and is unparalleled. Force, the force of the storm on the hammer can be transferred between enemies, causing a splash effect on enemies near the target,

Using the Storm Hammer requires terrifying power. Even in a race like the dwarves, which generally has higher power than humans, only some talented people can use it.

The guy in front of him, calm and composed of a storm and hammer dancer, looked at Karl and nodded again and again.

"Damn guy, why are you nodding!" The dwarf adventurer was accidentally hit by Karl and sat on the ground. Although he knew that the mage on the opposite side was not much better than him, he felt very shameless.

After all, he was one of the best fighters in Eagle's Nest Mountain. He didn't expect to make a fool of himself in such a small town. He looked at Karl angrily, wishing he could smash this damn mage with a hammer.

"What does my nodding have to do with you?" Carl smiled and asked.

"You hit me! You damned mage!" growled the dwarf.

"Power is mutual. I hit you when you hit me, and I didn't pay attention." Carl patted the dirt on his body and stood up. At this time, many people had gathered around the two of them. up.

The mage's robe on Karl's body and the dwarf's exaggerated hammer made many spectators afraid to step forward.

"Do mages have eyes on the top of their heads?" the dwarf shouted angrily, shaking his fists.

"Sorry, maybe next time I'll notice something on my chest."

"I'm going to kill you! What's a chest hit?" The blood vessels on the dwarf's forehead throbbed violently, as if he was about to rush forward and desperately.

This is the sound of the bell coming from the church in South Sea Town.

In this world where time is not accurately recorded, the way civilians judge time comes from church bells, which ring at several fixed times every day, and when combined with morning and afternoon references, the specific time can be determined.

Both pocket watches and mechanical clocks can accurately record time, but these things are exaggeratedly expensive, and few people can afford them.

"Damn! I'm in a hurry," the dwarf in front of him woke up suddenly, slapped his forehead fiercely, and yelled at Carl viciously: "Damn mage, report your name, I am Carol Wildhammer, the god of forging In name, I won't let you go next time!"

"Kel'Thuzad," Karl smiled wretchedly, "Fight, go to Archmage Kel'Thuzad."

"K...Ker...Kel'Thuzad."

"It's a weird name... Forget it, I'll go first," said the dwarf after a harsh word, slipped into the crowd, and disappeared after a while.

The surrounding onlookers saw that the good show had ended like this, and they couldn't help complaining bitterly.

"I thought there was a good show to watch, but I didn't expect it to be two bastards," a passing adventurer complained.

Carl looked over blankly.

Adventurer's companion, quickly cover his mouth. In the human world, mages have a terrible reputation, and few people dare to challenge mages.

"It's time to leave," Carl shouted angrily to the group of onlookers who didn't bother to watch the show, and then walked away at a leisurely pace.

Although it is very different from a big city like Dalaran, a main road in Nanhai Town runs through the town from north to south, and this street is the commercial street of Nanhai Town. There are many handicraft workshops on both sides of the street, and the small The other entrance of the town is the market, coupled with the pier in the south, it is really small and complete.

Carl wandered around the commercial street aimlessly, without any unexpected gains, but heard a lot of rumors, such as various speculations about the destruction of the Stormwind Kingdom, and the most exaggerated one was that it was breached by the flame monster from Blackstone Mountain .

For such an unreliable answer, Carl smiled, not to mention how Ragnaros crossed the Burning Plains, and then crossed mountains and mountains to the north of Stormwind City, crossed a distance of more than 500 kilometers, and appeared at the gate of Stormwind City .

Some time ago, Ragnaros has been plotting in Dalaran, trying to get Kel'Thuzad's Breacher from Northrend.

The closest to the truth is that a green-skinned monster mysteriously appeared, numbering in the thousands, and destroying Stormwind City.

However, most people don't believe such a statement, and instead silence those who are close to the truth.

So the truth is often in the hands of a few people.

The sun gradually descended, the sky began to darken, and it was almost evening. Seeing that the time agreed with Cowley and Black was approaching, Carl shrugged, quickened his pace, and walked towards the wrought iron hotel resentfully.

The Cast Iron Inn is located in the center of the town. As you can tell from the name, it is a tavern run by dwarves. At the most prosperous intersection of South Sea Town, the solid granite hotel is the most iconic building in South Sea Town.

In the inquiries, the innkeeper's name appeared many times. This dwarf named Clark Lieyan was as hot as his name, and he lived up to his name, with a fiery temper.

Before arriving at the cast iron hotel, I saw a group of people besieging the city from a distance, watching something.

Karl quickened his pace and squeezed in through the gap in the crowd.

A red-haired dwarf confronts a priest of the Light.

"I will never allow you to blaspheme the holy light like this!" The priest clenched the weapon in his hand and roared angrily.

Waist-length hair fluttering in the breeze, brown pupils and snow-white skin, the priest is wrapped in a snow-white battle robe with the mark of the Holy Light on it, and silver chain armor inside the robe.

He held a kite shield in his left hand, and a mace in his right hand. The weapon was carved with exquisite patterns, and there was a strange mark on the shield. Karl had an impression of the mark, but he couldn't remember what it was. A symbol of House Alterac.

Karl looked at the priest in front of him speechlessly, what's wrong with this world, can it be better, priests are now wearing mail armor?
And the dwarf opposite him was the owner of the cast iron inn, Clark Lieyan, wielding a heavy dwarf ax in each hand, looking provocatively at the female priest opposite.

(End of this chapter)