I, Human Cub, Spoiled By Dragons

The Elf Royal sister also left after breakfast, saying that she was going to contact the elves and friends in the city. Didn't say where to go.

Originally, Ao Xuan planned to take Alice to continue to inquire about the news of the Blood Hand Gang. There are a lot of beggars in the trade area, and they may be able to find a breakthrough.

But the dwarf brother stopped Ao Xuan and said: "You just killed two members of the Blood Hand Gang in the slum yesterday, and it is not suitable to show up everywhere. If you are targeted by the Blood Hand Gang, it will be a big trouble. You guys A black hair and black pupils, a blond little girl, it is too conspicuous..."

Brother is cautious, he doesn't want Ao Xuan to take Alice around. If anyone is really after them, their physical features are too conspicuous.

When Ao Xuan thought about it, he was right. Although he killed only two bloody gangsters yesterday. In the city of Helsing, there are not only one thousand, but also eight hundred of this kind of stuff. "It doesn't seem to be taken seriously. "May 17" But the prudence of my brother is right, in this place of life In an unfamiliar city, you must not underestimate this ferocious local snake.

"Okay, just listen to my brother. Then we'll stay in the tavern today..."

When Alice heard that she couldn't go out for shopping, she could not help but twitch. In the small book, another account of the bloody hand was recorded.

"It's not, it's not." The old man waved his hand, "There are some people with black hair and black eyes in this city, it's not as serious as you think.

"Oh, there are people with black hair and black eyes?" Ao Xuan suddenly became energetic when he heard the words. He knew that even black hair and black eyes had nothing to do with him, but he couldn't help but feel close.

"Ah, some northerners have black hair and black eyes, and so do some barbarian tribes, and some mountain people... They have black hair, black eyes, and black hair. Yes, the eyes are black too. But they don't look exactly like you..."

"Northerners?" Ao Xuan heard this word for the first time.

My brother has heard Fei Luo teasing that Ao Xuan is illiterate, so it is not surprising that Ao Xuan is ignorant.

"In the middle of the continent, there are two mountain ranges that are almost connected together, dividing the continent into two parts from west to east. Generally speaking, the land to the north of the Longji Mountains and the Xing'er Ande Mountains is called the Northern Territory."

"And those who live in the north. Naturally, they are the people from the north. These guys who live in the warm south look down on the people from the north, call them barbarians from the north, and call them vulgar and savage. In my opinion, they are far from the north. People from the border are lovely. The people from the north are bold, down-to-earth, and brave, while the southerners are notoriously liars!"

The old man babbled about the Southern guy for a long time, and the guests sitting on the side of the drink all looked at him fiercely.

If it weren't for the fact that the elder brother is not easy to mess with, and the calm face of the governor sitting at a table is really shocking, "Maybe the fight in these dozen bars is about to start.

Of course, my brother doesn't care about that, he has to say enough if he doesn't like Southerners.

Finally, the old man did not forget to add a sentence: "Oh, I'm not talking about you. You and Fei Luo are both good people.

Only then did Ao Xuan remember that, geographically speaking, he came from Gruyal and is now a Southerner...

Finally, my brother said enough, and finally decided to take Ao Xuan and the others to meet my brother's friends in the artisan area. Brother took a look at the governor's equipment and felt that it should be improved.

Ao Xuan put on a cape, and the huge hood covered most of his face, so that no one could see his hair and eyes.

But this time is not yet November, it can only be regarded as late autumn, and this dress is quite conspicuous.

The group soon came to the artisan area. The artisan area is next to the city gate area. After all, whether it is the pungent smell of leather making or the non-stop noise of the blacksmithing day and night, it is unbearable for ordinary people.

Not to mention those temples and the nobles who hold office. Can they stand this? So the artisan district was sent far to the edge of the city, next to the city gate district in the east of the city.

Before Ao Xuan actually walked into the craftsman's area, he heard the sound of "boom" in the distance. After hearing this voice, my brother became very excited, and there was a smile on his face.

For the dwarves, eating for a few days without touching the hammer would be unpleasant. The old man could not help but quicken his pace.

Soon they came to a stone bridge. The bridge was not long. It was built on a small river ditch. The ditch was more than two meters wide. The water quality was not clear. After crossing this bridge, it is the artisan district.

After crossing the bridge, you can see many shops facing the street. The conditions here are obviously not as good as in the trade area, and there are not many small buildings on the second floor.

Ao Xuan and the others walked through many shops with the tinkling of the iron. Most of them sell some processed goods, and there are several signboards on the door of the store with the pattern of crossed swords and shields. It's a weapons shop.

There are even weapon racks outside the door, long knives and short swords, small hammers and big axes, all kinds of armor and arrows, all complete...

Ao Xuan stretched his neck, watching it with fun.

"It's all junk, nothing to see. Hurry up and follow me..." The elder brother made an inhumane rant about the weapons and armors that were displayed, regardless of the store owner's face.

And those menacing blacksmiths turned their heads angrily when they saw that it was a dwarf who spoke, pretending not to hear.

The dwarf brother took Ao Xuan and the others, and soon came to a storefront.

This shop is not much different from other shops. There is a shed at the entrance, and there are some forged weapons and armors, as well as some iron tools.

But most of the other shops still have some iron farming and tools. And this Tie Zhuang shop is what it means.

Ao Xuan looked up at the signboard of the blacksmith shop. The signboard here is not the same as the one on Earth. It looks a bit like the Middle Ages in the West. It is a wooden rectangular sign hanging from a horizontally drawn iron bar, with a pattern and store name engraved on it.

The sign in front of me is made of very thick oak, of solid quality and looks a little old. Even the iron bars on which the signboards are hung are thicker than those of others.

It is engraved with a one-handed axe and a one-handed hammer crossed together, and the shop name, War and Thunder!

Ao Xuan was stunned. Could it be that the owner of the shop came from Azeroth? Could it be an orc?

The dwarf brother had already walked in, but when he turned around, he found that Ao Xuan was still pulling Alice and staring blankly at the sign. The state 3.1 chief is standing behind the two with a calm face.

"Come in quickly? What are you stunned for?" My brother greeted Ao Xuan and the others when they came in, while proudly introducing Ao Xuan and the others to this shop that Azeroth wore.

"Don't look at this inconspicuous shop, but it has been in business for more than 160 years, longer than the city of Helsing..."

The city of Helsinn has been abandoned several times and was built on the site of an old city. This Ao Xuan heard from Fei Luo, so it's not surprising at all.

However, such a blacksmith shop is actually a century-old shop? I can't see it at all. Really low key.

When you enter the door, there is a place to sell things. There is no counter. Basically, everything you want to sell is hung on the wall or on the shelf.

Swords, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks... not only the common conventional weapons on the market, but also some rare special weapons. What poleaxes, bull flails, heavy scepters...O