The Fate of the Gunman

Although as the battle progressed, he found that he became more and more combative, but even if the machine was constantly used, the parts would wear out, let alone human beings. In the constant battle, he could indeed feel his own Growing up, but if this goes on, his spirit will be broken sooner or later, this long-lost rest is exactly what he hopes for.

Since it was a break, Lancer planned to accept Muradin’s invitation to go to Ironforge. After all, the two parties had already agreed to have time to have a good drink, but Lancer was surprised when he talked to several of his companions. Their expressions in their own plans are all hesitant to talk...

Chapter 109: Sure enough, girls’ psychology is hard to guess

Compared to the two people who want to talk and stop, Lancer is very open-minded. For him, both Olga Marie and Atalante are traveling partners instead of mere objects, so he doesn't even need to When the two spoke, he waved his hand to indicate that the other party didn't care.

"Recently, I plan to take a break. Everyone should go shopping separately, but pay attention to safety."

While talking about Lancer, he touched Atalante’s head. The other party’s ears dropped unconsciously, but he seemed to realize that some ears were suddenly erected, and then he hurriedly stepped back and left Lancer’s attack range. ', Atalante, who was holding his head, blushed and looked very strange.

Not only angry because of Lancer Lancer's'disrespect' behavior, but also shy because of his performance.

"I'm leaving now!"

After speaking, he blushed and trot and left the room. Only then did Lancer realize that he seemed to have done something rude?But this can't be blamed on him, because he has time to accompany the three cats in recent days, so he can't help but want to touch it when he sees the beast ears.

'Could it be that my craft has regressed?'

Looking at his hand, Lancer couldn't help but sighed. Is it true that the hand has been born recently?But at this moment, he noticed that a piece of green was blocking him, and it turned out that Zero had come to him.

"Zero planning to go shopping, too?"

Although she seems to be a young girl, she has been wandering around the camp with three cats in recent days, but she is not easy to mess with, whether it is the three cats who have won the title of "King of War" or She herself was not weak in combat effectiveness, but in front of Lancer's inquiry, she stood directly next to the "Reincarnation·Deaththorn Spear" leaning against the chair.

After seeing this scene, Lancer couldn't help but want to laugh. After all, Zero who was bulging his cheeks at this moment looked like he was competing with the Gun of Deaththorn. It was obvious that the other party did not plan to leave, but if so, why did the other party Bring your head over?Could it be that it's just acting like a baby?

Looking at Zero that seemed to be softening directly under his hand, Lancer couldn't help but laughed, and even though Zero was waving a small fist, he seemed to be looking for trouble with Lancer, but finally gave up.

"Sorry~ Olga, I just patronized and talked to Atalante and Zero. You are planning to go to Dalaran to study, right? It’s okay. I’m going to stay in Ironforge for a while. You’re afraid there. I won’t like it. I’ll let you know when I have something to do."

Olga has made up his mind to'step up the offensive', but finally she has the opportunity to systematically learn the magic knowledge of this world. She is indeed unwilling, but at this moment Lancer patted her on the shoulder and then gave her A thumb was extended.

It is obvious that Lancer absorbed the "bad behavior" that he had just fucked someone else’s head. This time he changed to pat his shoulder + thumbs to encourage him, but what made him confused is that Olga seemed to be a little bit when he accepted his advice. dissatisfied.

Lancer sighed involuntarily as he watched the other person leave the room with his head held high.

'Sure enough, girls' psychology is hard to guess~'

However, Zero who sat in Lancer's arms involuntarily showed a victor's smile.

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When Lancer and Muradin returned to Ironforge, they received a warm welcome as soon as they entered the city. The dwarves on both sides of the street, regardless of gender, young and old, waved their hands and cheered for the return of the warriors.

Lancer, who is among the dwarves, feels a little strange. After all, Lancer's height is relatively high among humans. Even when he gets along with night elves, he does not appear too short. This also leads to general The height of the dwarf was a little higher than his waist, which made him a little embarrassed.

But soon his embarrassment was melted by the enthusiasm of the dwarves. It seems that many dwarves who knew Lancer's identity in advance were also cheering his name, and Muradin stood on the back of the mount and patted him. His shoulders signaled that he didn't need to be too nervous.

"Everyone gets along very well, we will have a good drink later, I believe everyone will like you as much as I do!!!"

Lancer's posture was a little weird because Muradin was holding his shoulders, but he didn't hate Muradin's enthusiasm, and he showed a slight smile.

"Then I will treat the wine tonight."

"Haha~!! That's naturally good, but I've already said it tonight, please!"

Muradin went directly to the leader of the Ironforge dwarves, and he was also Muradin's elder brother - Magni Bronzebeard.

Although Lancer's ability to understand it is impossible to distinguish the difference between dwarves from outside of the beard shape, the other person feels very stable to Lancer, and even teaches Muradin from time to time, such as making him more stable in front of guests.

In addition, Muradin’s younger brother is no longer in Ironforge at this time. It is said that he is still exploring Northrend with his companions from the Adventurers’ Association, but when Muradin enthusiastically introduces his niece, he asks Lancer Some embarrassment, he can understand the other party's behavior to show off his niece, but Lancer really wants to complain about the "strong limbs" in human society and really should not be used to describe women.

And this dwarf woman named'Liala Bronzebeard' spit out her uncle very directly, and at the same time shook hands with Lancer generously, and let him not care about her uncle's words.

There is not too much nonsense. It is more like introducing his family to friends than meeting the king. After saying hello, Muradin directly took Lancer and walked towards the square. It is obvious that today’s banquet was held in a different place. Not Muradin’s home but in the square...

Almost all the dwarves put beer mugs that are a lot bigger than their fists, and the bosses in the roadside bar also carried a barrel of beer directly on the street, all in the iron stove. Everyone in the fort can drink for free, anyway, Muradin has already said hello in advance, and he invites them all today.

Although Muradin was also in a state of excitement because of the upcoming reception, Lancer could almost foresee the scene when the other party fell into'bankruptcy' the next day.

The banquet lasted until midnight. Even Lancer, a "monster" who could drink beer as water, ended up drunk on the street because of the large number of dwarves who kept toasting.

However, a strange sound of footsteps awakened Lancer from his sleep. When Lancer sat up suddenly, he saw Muradin holding his head. The other party seemed to be surprised that Lancer woke up.

"Did something happen?"

"No, it's nothing, it's just that Big Brother is about to host the funeral of the'Warriors'."

Muradin's voice is a little low, which is a rare emotion in him, who is always optimistic, so Lancer also patted him on the shoulder.

"You shouldn't mind letting a foreigner attend the funeral?"

"No, how could it be. Warriors like Lancer and you attended their funeral. I think they will be very happy."

The funerals of the dwarves did not have too much flamboyant rituals. Except for those who sacrificed the families of the soldiers, most of the dwarves gathered outside in silence to leave enough space for the family members. As the king, McGonagall Ni·Bronzebeard is the funeral of the host wearing a crown and armor with a serious face.

These soldiers who died in order to protect Azeroth are eligible to be sent off by the whole family, but unfortunately, the bodies of most of them cannot be found. The weapons they used to be able to retrieve in the battle with the Burning Legion have been Lucky enough.

When the young dwarves personally took over the weapons of their parents from Muradin, their faces were full of tears, but their expressions were extremely firm, just like they used to receive inspections and go to Kalimdor. Like fathers...

Standing in the crowd, Lancer silently watched this scene and clenched his fists unconsciously.

He hates fighting, because fighting will make the brave warriors unable to return to their loved ones, but he cannot avoid fighting, because when facing the enemy, only the weapons in his hand can protect the innocent.

Lancer has long understood this truth, but he still can’t make his heart as calm as on the battlefield. The only thing he can do at this time is to serve the sacrificed soldiers like the dwarves around him. My blessing...

Chapter 110 The'Spy' Around Lancer

During his stay in Ironforge, Lancer also asked Muradin about the method of making a lance. Muradin naturally accepted this. Although he still cannot be regarded as a qualified blacksmith, he manufactures lances. It is no longer necessary to rely entirely on the assistance of the system.

But just as Lancer was sweating his sweat in the forge, an unexpected'visitor' appeared in Ironforge.

"Onyxia? Did you do it there?"

Lancer, who was still at work, put the forging hammer aside very simply after seeing Onyxia, but his expression was indeed very strange. After all, it was not a few days before the opponent was taken away by Alexstrasza. , Why did you come back so soon?

The expression of Onyxia, who was questioned by Lancer, was also very subtle. Looking at Lancer's eyes were both grateful and helpless. After all, this time Onyxia was taken to Northum by Alexstrasza. De's Dragon Sleep Temple, where the other party accepted the'trial', but because Lancer took the initiative to help her intercede, the other party was not directly killed, but was sentenced to'life imprisonment'.

It can be said that at least in the eyes of the dragons of Azeroth, Onyxia has become Lancer’s "property", and they will no longer continue to chase her, of course, provided that she is still carrying out her own. 'penalty'.

It can be said that the current Onyxia will not be attacked by the other three guardian dragon legions except the Blue Dragon Legion as long as she stays next to Lancer. For her, at least she doesn’t need to hide away like before. , As long as she is not seen by the Blue Dragon Legion and her father comes to her, then she is safe.

But the price is that even if she is driven away by Lancer, she has to stay by his side.

Looking at the man in front of him who might have to follow him all the time, how could Onyxia's heart be uncomplicated?The only thing she is grateful for now is that the other party is still a good man, maybe...

"It's just right for you to come, I remember the black dragon's fire resistance is quite high, help me hold this, I want to try the casting method that Muradin taught me before."