Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 120 Murloc Crisis!

The onlookers gathered again, and Carol Wildhammer stood at the door of the Cast Iron Tavern, shouting a few times arrogantly.

There was silence all around, and a crow flew overhead.

At this moment in the tavern, Carl was having a drink with Cowley, and told Cowley what happened in the afternoon.

"Damn mage, come out for a duel!" The dwarf, who was ignored, returned to the tavern depressedly, and looked at the dwarf with dissatisfied eyes.

"Carol, regarding your debt and compensation, I think we should renegotiate," Cowley's tone suddenly became serious, and he looked up and down the dwarf with malicious eyes.

The dwarf's voice suddenly became weird, and he hurriedly took two steps back, complaining in a low voice: "Damn it, you are all in the same gang, together bullying poor Carol, for the sake of money..."

The dwarf put away his weapon, gave Karl a hard look, returned to his seat, picked up a glass of dwarf spirits depressedly, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Hope I'm not late," said Dwarf Black, sitting next to Carl with a glass of beer.

Soon, Carl shared the news he found with his teammates.

"The news I found is similar to yours," Cowley shook his head, then glanced at the few people present, and continued, "But I found more news."

"The pier is managed by the sheriff of Nanhai Town. Although it seems that most of the boarding and cargo ships have been taken away to rescue the refugees from the Stormwind Kingdom, there are still a few ships that can go to sea."

"So?" Carl stared at Cowley and said, "We need to contact the sheriff of Southsea Town?"

"It happens to be a good opportunity!"

Cowley took a parchment from his pocket, spread it on the table, and explained:

"Murlocs are flooding South Sea Town, and the sheriff has been issuing missions recently to recruit adventurers to clean up the murlocs near the pier."

Soon, after Carl had dinner, he hurriedly bid farewell to Carol and Blake, who were still drinking heavily, and found the owner of the hotel to open a room. The continuous month of travel was a heavy burden on his body and spirit. It is because of his extraordinary perseverance that he can persist until now.

Perseverance can indeed keep him moving forward, but it cannot eliminate physical fatigue. I hope that the comfortable hotel can relieve the fatigue he has accumulated on the road.

……

The next day, Carl woke up leisurely from the bed, with dark circles under his eyes, looking depressedly at the roof of the hotel.

Carl didn't rest well yesterday. In order to save money, Cowley, Black and Carol insisted on opening a room, but no one thought that Carol had the habit of snoring, and the sound was special big.

Cowley and Black, who couldn't bear it anymore, hugged their pillows and knocked on Carl's door, intending to make do with him for a night.

However, Carl still underestimated these guys. Carol was not the only one who snored, and Black immediately joined the snoring army.

In the end, Karl, who couldn't bear it anymore, gave up the room to the two and opened another room alone.

After all this was done, it was past midnight.

When Carl was sleeping soundly, he was woken up by the sound of walking up and down the corridor, and found that it was already daylight, and he had no choice but to get up slowly and went to the bottom of the building without any sleepiness.

"Good morning, cunning mage."

Early in the morning, Carol was holding a bucket of dwarf spirits at the table in the hotel and drinking heavily, and greeted the sleepy Carl who was going downstairs.

Cowley and Black sat on the other side of the table, grabbing a quick breakfast.

"Everyone is here, let's introduce ourselves, we have to hurry up," Cowley raised his hand, showing an excited expression.

"Everyone should know by now. My name is Cowley. I am a thief from Ravenholdt Manor. I am good at scouting, exploring, hiding, and disarming various physical traps. I am also a member of the Ironforge Archaeological Association. A professional archaeologist." Cowley took the lead in introducing himself.

Black glanced at them silently, and said concisely: "Black Hammer, a defensive fighter."

"Karl Xingchen, an intermediate mage of the Dalaran Mage Association," Karl chuckled, picked up the sausage on the table, ate it all in one bite, and continued: "He is good at arcane, protection, evocation, illusion, and spells." Magic, enchantment and other spells."

"Hmph, proud fellow," Carol Wildhammer snorted beside him, and said in a rough tone, "My name is Carol Wildhammer, and I'm an upright dwarf, and my profession is a hunter .”

hunter?Carol Wildhammer's words shocked Carl and Black. This guy was dressed in plate armor and held a heavy and terrifying two-handed hammer. He actually called himself a hunter.

Carol shrugged, and said in a low voice, "Maybe both hunters and fighters are involved."

"Who made the damned Griffin Rider only hunters can take office!"

Carl nodded secretly, and couldn't help admiring in his heart. These guys are all masters in their respective fields. Although Cowley's combat effectiveness is not high, he can play a role far beyond his combat effectiveness in wild adventures and treasure hunting in relics. A warrior who spends two days off, is very likely to become a Griffin Rider in the future.

Blake is a defensive fighter on the surface, that's because he hasn't been exposed to the profession of shaman, otherwise he is also a genius shaman and fighter.

After paying 50 copper coins for the meal, a group of people left the cast iron hotel. They talked and laughed all the way through the busy commercial street, and walked to the security station.

The security office is in the south of Nanhai Town, near the pier, adjacent to the Church of the Holy Light. This location is convenient for managing the wharf of Nanhai Town, which is full of dragons and snakes.

After explaining his purpose to the guard at the door, Karl and his party entered the hall of the security station smoothly.

After the fishing season in August, the fish schools will change direction with the ocean currents and stay away from the mainland. The evil-toothed murlocs who don't know how to store food will have a short period of food shortage. They will go ashore in large numbers to find food. Be prepared, otherwise the murlocs will find all the edible things around South Sea Town.

Under starvation, there is even the possibility that a large group of murlocs will attack South Sea Town.

Therefore, the annual clearing of the murlocs began.

A bald, bearded, middle-aged man stood at the front of the hall—sheriff Holland Coleman. Behind him, an old man with leaky teeth sat on one side of the table—old mayor Daniel.

"Gentlemen!" exclaimed Sheriff Holland Coleman, raising his arms,
"Hmph!" A cold snort came from the corner of the room.

A priest wearing silver mail and a white battle robe sat in the corner of the room, and this voice came from her mouth.

"Ma'am!" Sheriff Holland Coleman added.

(End of this chapter)