Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 119 Conflict!

Just now, Karl was the one being watched, but he soon became the one watching. Judging from the words of the two, the grumpy cast iron innkeeper spoke rudely to Shengguang, which led to a conflict between the two.

Clark Lie Yan bent his legs slightly, rushed towards the female priest, left the ground three meters away, leaped high, drew a shining arc in the air, and raised two heavy axes above his head.

Like a meteor chasing the moon, it slashed down fiercely.

The female priest has rich experience in fighting. When the dwarf moved, she put her weapon on her chest and prayed loudly: "Holy Light, bless me!"

"The fire of the soul!"

A golden light fell from the sky, enveloping the praying priest, forming a golden armor of holy light on her shield,
Then the body sank, the center of gravity dropped, the shield was raised high, and it collided fiercely with the two heavy axes.

"Dang!" A violent collision resounded through the audience.

"Sweep," the female priest yelled coquettishly, and swept the two heavy axes aside, raised the mace with the other hand and slammed it at the dwarf in front of her.

The innkeeper had quick eyesight and quick hands, quickly retracted the weapon in his hand, and scrambled to escape the attack range of the mace.

In a round of confrontation, they were evenly matched. The two stood in place and stared at each other closely. Clark Lie Yan tightened his grip on the weapon in his hand, and did not charge forward again, and the female priest did not move either.

Both of them had apprehensive gazes in their eyes, and it could be seen that neither of them was someone to be trifled with.

Especially Clark Lieyan, the owner of the cast iron hotel. His pampered life over the years has made his fighting power not as good as before. In the fierce confrontation just now, he has already consumed a lot of energy. If this continues, he must be the first to fall.

At this time, he was already thinking of quitting, but there were a lot of onlookers. If he confessed now, he would be nailed to the pillar of shame forever by the people of South Sea Town. The reputation of not being able to beat a woman would resound throughout the Hillsbrad Hills. .

Don't talk about doing business, I'm afraid I won't be able to live in this place.

Clark Lieyan was caught in a dilemma.

On the other hand, the female priest on the opposite side was calm and relaxed. She first checked the damage of the shield and found that the shield was undamaged. She raised her warhammer and began to pray.

"Holy light! Turn into my sharp blade!"

"Holy weapon!"

The golden holy light energy enveloped the entire Warhammer, looking angrily at the dwarf in front of him, the female priest was about to rush forward and desperately.

At this moment, a voice interrupted the duel between the two.

"stop!"

A few guards wearing leather armor and holding spears separated from the crowd of onlookers and strode in.

"Private fighting is prohibited in the town."

"Hmph!" The female pastor gave Clark Lieyan a hard look, put away her weapon and shield, and left angrily, heading towards the church in South Sea Town.

Clark Lieyan shouted luck, and the guards who appeared suddenly rescued him from the crisis. Of course, this was just a thought in his heart.

In the eyes of the onlookers, the grumpy innkeeper just put away his weapon with a little regret. He was so annoyed by the guards' interruption that he didn't even pay attention to the guards who had rescued him, and turned back directly to the inn.

The surrounding onlookers dispersed one after another, talking about the innkeeper's great power and teaching a lesson to an adventurer who dared to offend him, Karl couldn't help frowning.

"What do you think?"

Carl was so fascinated that Cowley sneaked up to him without noticing.

"Within three rounds, the innkeeper will definitely lose." Carl shook his head, and continued, "Clark Lieyan has already used his full strength, and that female priest didn't show her full strength at all, let alone a spellcaster. "

"agree."

"Where's your partner?" Carl looked around, but he didn't see the reliable companion that Cowley said

"I asked him to wait for me at the Cast Iron Hotel first, and I will continue to inquire about the news." Cowley patted Carl's arm, and said with some depression: "The situation is not optimistic."

Cowley pushed open the solid wooden door of the cast-iron hotel first, and Carl followed behind.

"Good news! Oh! By the Holy Light," Cowley ran in quickly, "Carol, welcome old man!"

Carl opened his eyes wide to adjust to the darkness in the hotel, and the shout came out.

"Damn it!" With a loud shout, it was the dwarf who had clashed with Carl——Carol Bronzebeard, but he had already put away the heavy and exaggerated Storm Hammer.

Carl shrugged indifferently, and found that teasing this dwarf is a very good entertainment. Black Hammer has a dull personality and is not at all like the dwarves in the public impression. An interesting dwarf like Carol Bronzebeard is probably in the Not many of the dwarves either.

"Do you know each other?" Cowley opened his eyes wide and turned around non-stop, as if deciphering a hidden story from the two of them.

"Above Eagle's Nest Mountain, my Storm Hammer is willing to know this damn mage!" The dwarf rushed to Karl with a vigorous stride, and pulled out the Storm Hammer as if by magic.

The dwarf's movements made it easier for Karl to observe the weapon in his hand. The heavy warhammer combined with the power of lightning, double attack of physical and magic, it was difficult to defend against a single spell, and the flame armor could not resist the power of lightning.

Mage armor, secondary spell defense enchantment, just in case, it is best to use mana shield. After Carl glanced twice, he ignored the dwarf in front of him and looked around instead.

It's dinner time now, and there are quite a few people in the hotel. Fortunately, Carol has occupied a table, otherwise they might be queuing up to eat. The owner of the hotel, Clark Lieyan, hung two axes conspicuously behind the counter location, busy up and down.

"Carol, it seems that you and Mr. Carl have some misunderstandings," Cowley hurriedly stood between the two, intervening to mediate.

"What's his name?" Wrought Iron slanted his beard, like a cat caught by its tail, jumped up and shouted, "Your name is K...Ker...Kel'Thuzad, that's right, Kel'Thuzad !"

Carol was furious, and he pointed the hammer at Carl and growled: "You cunning mage, trickster, schemer, come, let us duel!"

"Very happy," Carl shrugged indifferently.

"Stop, stop! Stop, stop!" Cowley waved his hands again to stop the conflict between the two, and continued: "Sorry for disturbing your interest, I'm afraid today is not a good day for a duel."

"I don't think so!"

Carol Wildhammer jumped outside the inn, and yelled at Carl in the inn: "Duel, damn mage!"

"Do you want to know why?" Carl said enthusiastically to Cowley beside him, ignoring the clamoring dwarves outside.

"Think!" Cowley nodded frantically, with a curious look in his eyes.

"That's right," Carl walked to Karold's table and sat down.

Cowley hesitated and followed.

(End of this chapter)