Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 125 Gold Coin Rewards
The team that cleaned up the murlocs suffered heavy losses, more than one-third of the guards were killed or injured, and the adventurers suffered even more. On the battlefield where the situation suddenly changed, they were backstabbed by friendly forces, resulting in them fighting alone without support.

The adventurer team with more than 30 people before the departure was basically wiped out after the battle. Only six people survived, except Karl and his party.

Another survivor is the female priest who had clashed with the irascible boss of the cast iron inn. As a priest, she did not charge on the front line at the beginning of the battle. Withdraw, give up the mission directly, and leave the battlefield decisively.

As for the last survivor, it’s a bit funny to say, this adventurer was very timid. At the beginning of the battle, facing the overwhelming army of murlocs, he fainted from fright, was carried away by everyone, and was thrown in the The rear of the battlefield survived.

Karl and his party looked at the guards who were cleaning the battlefield under the leadership of the sheriff, with disdainful expressions on their faces, and they were very disdainful of their behavior of betraying their allies in the battle.

Several people were standing on the edge of the battlefield, sorting out the losses caused in the battle. Cowley lost a dagger, which had been inserted into the murloc shaman's heart in the previous battle, and was killed before he could draw out the weapon. A shaman who transforms into a tentacle monster, Goufei.

At this time, the dagger had already been blasted by the pyro-blast technique, and Cowley was staring at his empty hands in a daze.

"Why don't you ask if anyone picked it up?" Carl kindly reminded Cowley.

"No need," Cowley shook his head, his expression unchanged, and explained, "It's just an ordinary short sword, which was ground to make it non-reflective for the convenience of sneak attacks."

Cowley smiled reluctantly, "I don't have anything valuable, and I came out to take risks because of lack of money."

At this time, Sheriff Holland Kullman walked towards several people.

"Sir Holland, do you need any help?" Carl said to the sheriff Holland Kullman in a strange manner, the word "help" was accentuated, and the sarcasm was obvious.

"Yes." Sheriff Holland Kullman showed a gentle smile like sunshine, completely ignoring Carl's taunt, and looked around like a gentle elder, and said to several people: "Mission reward."

Passed a bag full of gold coins to Carl, and Carl tossed it to Cowley. After Cowley nodded for confirmation, he said blankly, "Thank you!"

"I have a proposal," Holland Coleman continued while arranging his messy clothes, "I don't know if some gentlemen are interested in the Sheriff's Office."

"Although there may be some misunderstandings with a few gentlemen, I believe you can also see that I am still very good to my subordinates."

"I'm here to formally extend the invitation. I hope that the gentlemen will not be disgusted and join the security station to maintain the law and order in Nanhai Town together."

"Sorry," Carl shook his head, declining Sheriff Holland Kullman's invitation.

Just kidding, working under such a person is not so dangerous, and it is impossible to say that one day he will be betrayed.

Although it is said that he is very good to his subordinates in name, it is just that he does not have enough chips to sell. Karl has seen too many people like this before crossing.

They kept talking about friendship and morality, but finally found out that it was just a business.

Today this guy betrayed his allies in order to preserve his strength, and another day he could sell his subordinates in exchange for greater benefits. Except for himself, everyone was just a bargaining chip that could be sold.

What's more, Karl doesn't like this kind of backcountry. As a mid-level mage, in any city in Quel'Thalas or Lordaeron, the status he can get is far better than being a security guard.

Several teammates are very strong. Except for Cowley who can't tell, Black has a calm temperament and has both offensive and defensive skills. Kroll has infinite strength and a bright future.

He just betrayed his allies, then turned around and brazenly invited others to join the security station. I really don't know if this guy's EQ is too low, or he's just out of his mind.

Perhaps hearing compliments all the year round made this guy extremely inflated, and sending an invitation to this group of precarious adventurers is simply a great favor.

"Mr. Jazz," Carl sorted out his thoughts, brought his attention back to his eyes, and asked the purpose of participating in the mission, "We have other things to do, so we can't join the security station for the time being."

"We plan to go to sea, but there are very few ships that can go to sea at the dock. I wonder if you can help us introduce a captain who is willing to go to sea."

"It's hard to say," Sheriff Holland Kullman shook his head, looked at Carl meaningfully, chuckled, and said goodbye to several people and left.

"Damn it, I really want to beat this damned guy to death with a hammer!!" After Holland Coleman left, Carol couldn't help complaining loudly.

"What should I do?" Cowley also said worriedly.

"Go back and talk."

Carl and his party left this beach, followed the route they came to, headed north, entered the north gate of South Sea Town, and returned to the cast iron tavern at the crossroads.

The decoration of the cast iron hotel is quite dwarf style, with thick and rough stone walls, burning torches, and large solid wood tables and chairs, all of which reflect the bold and heroic character of dwarves.

The tableware is also the same. At this time, the Kalks are sitting in the cast iron hotel. Everyone is holding a huge wine glass, talking and drinking while talking. It is not strict to call the wine glass. This size can be summarized as the size of the wine barrel in Dalaran. scope.

On the dining table is the most dwarf-style food, roast lamb, fried lamb chops, and lamb pies.

"Gudong! Gudong!" Carol drank up the dwarf spirits in the glass in one breath, and slammed it on the table, "It's so fucking depressed!"

"What should we do?" Cowley grabbed a piece of mutton pie and said with some gloom: "It seems that Holland Kullman doesn't intend to help us."

"Maybe we can bypass the sheriff," Carl sipped the cherry wine in the glass, and continued, "The boats on the pier must be hidden from the staff, and maybe we can start from these people to further gain More information."

Then Carl started assigning tasks.

"Cauley, let's find out about the underground brotherhood tomorrow. Black will go and see if he can get useful information from the staff at the dock."

"What about me? The cunning mage," Carol, who had already drank a lot of dwarven spirits, asked, shaking his head.

"You and Cowley are together. There are all kinds of thieves mixed with fish and dragons, and they are easy to encounter danger. You go to protect him."

After finishing speaking, Carl left the seat, took the surprisingly large wine glass, left the dining table, and walked upstairs.

"What about you?" Cowley couldn't help shouting behind him.

(End of this chapter)