The Fate of the Gunman

Although Medivh's strength has dropped a lot because of'death', it is easy to deploy some small magic with a single function.

Atalante, who was holding the brim of her hat in both hands, didn’t know what she was thinking, so she simply followed Lancer and walked forward. She didn’t know how long she walked. Suddenly Atalante noticed that the shadow in front of her suddenly became larger. , And she slammed into something.

"Slap~"

Atalanta, who hit Lancer, walked around Lancer and looked forward strangely, and then figured out why Lancer stopped.

A strange noise was coming from a distance. Unexpectedly, something should be approaching, and the speed of hearing the other party's approach seemed to be getting faster and faster.

"Get ready for battle!"

In fact, Lancer did not need to remind him. Everyone present when he stopped was already prepared, and Atalante also took out his longbow.

The strange sound made by the ice particles being trampled on is getting closer, and Lancer and the others are getting more and more nervous, until——————

"Oh oh oh! It's actually a human?! It's so awesome?!"

Accompanied by a rough voice, a group of dusty crowds also appeared in front of Lancer. Most of them looked a little embarrassed, but they all seemed to be in good spirits, especially after seeing Lancer and the others. It is full of excitement.

"Hey! Human friends! Are you sent by the Association to meet us?"

Chapter 55 We are friends after drinking this glass of wine!

Groups of bonfires in the icy ground shone with a faint red light and looked extremely silent, but in fact it was not.

"Haha~!! This wine... tastes okay, but it's really exciting!"

At this time, the dwarf who was holding a wine bottle with the '96%' logo in his hand was wiping his beard with his hand while making a strange sigh, but Lancer, who saw the reaction of the other party, just smiled and did not speak.

In fact, Lancer has always had this expression since he met the other party, after all, the other party is really---so funny.

At first, when the other party asked if they were the person sent by the association to respond, Lancer was serious about responding to the other party, but the dwarf who took the lead rushed to Lancer's side without saying a word.

"Human friends! Did you bring wine? This damn place is so cold!"

Although the reason given by the other party was serious, Lancer was sure when he saw him constantly licking his lips that he was just an alcohol addict, but he would not be stingy with a bottle of wine. After all, for ordinary people, a bottle of wine might be OK. Save a life, but Lancer's supplies can be exchanged indefinitely as long as there are a few points. The biggest problem for him this time in Northrend is how to find Frostmourne and kill Mal'Ganis, as for ordinary people. On the contrary, he didn't care about some of the dangers.

The final result was that Lancer directly chose to camp. Although the route was guided by Medivh, it would be great if they could get some information about the next journey.

And the other party did not disappoint Lancer. Although the whole face of the drink was flushed, the tone of the other party has been maintained within the normal range.

This gave Lancer some basic understanding of the next part of the journey. First, there are a large number of beasts here. There are not a few powerful ones. Secondly, they have their own dangerous terrain. According to him, once their adventure team was normal. When driving towards a predetermined destination, he encountered a cracked ice surface. In the end, although everyone was lucky enough to survive that time, almost all of them died nine deaths.

"Although we found some traces of residence here, they are basically relics. Coupled with the harsh environment, we suspect that there may have been many intelligent creatures inhabited here, but they were later abandoned. You can say if you plan to go deeper. , Those abandoned dwellings may offer you some help..."

Maybe it was because the other party seemed to be nagging because of drinking, but I have to say that the introduction of the other party also gave Lancer some basic understanding of the land under his feet, and the other party seemed to enjoy sharing his experience with others or Talk about bragging about what you have done.

Only half of the speech, the other party touched his head and showed an awkward expression.

"what happened?"

Perhaps it was because the other party was not used to hiding emotions, so even if his face was flushed because of drunkenness, Lancer could still see the other party's embarrassment, so he simply asked directly.

"That...because I was so excited before, I didn't seem to ask your name?"

Lancer was stunned by what the other party said, because he had guessed the identity of the other party. He appeared in Northrend and was a powerful dwarf. Unsurprisingly, it was Muradin. As for the other party's enthusiasm for him, he also thought that the other party was so enthusiastic. I knew him through some channels, but now I don't seem to know him from the other side.

"you do not know me?"

Facing Lancer's weird look, Muradin gave a rare dry cough, as if choked by alcohol.

Thinking carefully about what happened today, he first drove towards the adventurer camp with his companions, and then found traces of human beings. Then he smelled a strong smell of wine from Lancer, and then he became a very crisp Lancer. Beg for drinks...

"I'm so sorry, because I'm so excited~ But it's not too late to meet, you can call me Muradin, Muradin Bronzebeard, it's nice to meet you, human friend."

"Lancer."

Looking at the rough palms stretched out by the opponent, Lancer smiled and shook hands with the opponent.

Although the other party's actions seemed a bit rude, for Lancer he prefers to communicate with such straightforward people.

Feeling Lancer's powerful palm, Muradin also let out a hearty laugh.

"In that case, then we are official friends! Let's celebrate!"

Following Muradin's cheers, the adventurers who were sitting next to the campfire also made the same cheers.

The original warm atmosphere has become even more elevated, and it feels like a banquet.

It seems that Muradin was more casual because he was a "friend". He stood on a rock holding a wine bottle in one hand and holding Lancer's neck with the other, and then loudly told Lancer about his time. Adventure.

It’s just that the other party’s so-called “fighting sea monsters, ”repelling strange undead” and “surrounded by strange trolls” in Lancer’s view are almost the same as listening to the story. Record.

But Lancer obviously forgot one thing. Northrend was actually almost no development due to its geographical location. All the information was brought back by adventurers, and the discoverers and sorters of this information are undoubtedly There are some dwarves who drink tall at this time.

However, while chatting, Lancer found that there was no sound suddenly, and then he realized that the dwarf who was holding the wine bottle with a face full of excitement was asleep holding the wine bottle and leaning on the stone.

"It's really you're welcome. If I fall asleep like this, I'm not afraid that I will be a robbery..."

Speaking of Lancer and the dwarves, this race really didn’t have any contact, but when the cathedral was learning how to use the Holy Light, both Uther and others laughed when they heard Lancer ask how to get along with the dwarves. Say'Lancer you know after you get along with the other party'.

He didn't quite understand before, but he knew what they meant.

"Don't those guys think I'm almost the same as the dwarves..."

Lancer, rubbing his head, let out a helpless spit.

But looking at the bright moon in the sky and lying beside him are friends who are snoring but congenial, it feels good.

Lancer slept very well that night, but after waking up, he simply took the Gun of Deaththorn and walked to a recess near the temporary camp to practice the gun. During this period of time, he was in the boat so that he could not be too intense. I just made it back today.

However, after swinging two lying guns, he stopped, because a figure was standing above the recessed ground at this time.

"Good morning~ Muradin."

"Haha~ early~ I feel a little itchy when you practice Lancer, do you want to try it?"

Although he was saying hello to Lancer, but with the warhammer in his hand, he jumped down from above and seemed eager to try, but Lancer obviously didn't intend to reject him but just set his posture again.

"bring it on!"

Chapter Fifty Six

Early in the morning, the strange sound awakened everyone in the camp. Although the long-lost wine last night made everyone very relaxed, they are all veterans at any rate, and the most basic vigilance cannot be lost.

However, when the inspectors of the two parties found that Lancer and Muradin had disappeared, their expressions suddenly became subtle, and even the two sides showed an awkward smile without failing in etiquette. It was obvious that they had guessed something.

So when Lancer and Muradin returned to the camp talking and laughing more than half an hour later, they saw the breakfast that had been basically prepared.