Six Ring Wizard

Herage glanced at the location pointed by Robert, which happened to be at the mouth of the valley, the entrance to the Skyline Canyon.

"Why did he die?" Herage thought about this question and was not in a hurry to go in.

The squirrel's call just now made him very concerned. Animals' senses are usually very keen. It was a warning call.

Of course, it is also possible that he saw himself as an outsider, warning his companions.

"Deep Blue, check the surroundings for any abnormalities." Herag was cautious and asked Deep Blue to check the surroundings in all directions.

"No abnormalities found."

"No magic flow detected."

"No traces of magic power have been found."

…

Herage looked at Shenlan's test results carefully. Everything looked normal.

He glanced at the valley and stepped into it.

Nothing unusual, nothing happened.

Herage closed his eyes and felt that the free energy particles around him were normal, with no special fluctuations or flows.

The light in the first line of sky is relatively dim, the mountain wall on the roadside is a little damp, and there is still water flowing down the mountain wall in some places.

Herage followed the mountain road and soon passed through the canyon area of ​​​​the sky, and his eyes suddenly opened up.

A small town is located on a hillside in the distance. The wooden houses sleep quietly in the mountains. Occasionally, you can see people walking by. new

There was a tavern at the entrance of the town. There were not many people inside when Herage entered. There were only three people divided into two tables, and butterbeer was placed on the table.

As soon as Herage and Robert entered, the tavern where there was still chatter fell silent.

The two people sitting together in the tavern looked like hunters, and the man sitting alone looked like a blacksmith.

The two hunters frowned when they saw Herage and Robert, and seemed to be very afraid of them.

The two men picked up their wine glasses and drank all the butterbeer in them in one gulp, and then left without saying a word.

The blacksmith looked at the two people, smiled, and then took a sip of beer.

There was still more than half a glass of wine in his glass, and it looked like he wasn't ready to leave just yet.

Herage walked over and said with a smile: "Do you mind sharing a table?"

The blacksmith was a bearded man. He smiled and said, "Of course I don't mind. You are new to me. Is there anything wrong with you here?"

Hera opened the chair, sat down, and said to the bar owner: "Two glasses of butter beer."

After placing his order, he turned back to the blacksmith uncle and said, "I won't beat around the bush. I want to ask the uncle if he knows that someone died on the mountain road outside two months ago."

"Two months ago?" The blacksmith uncle grabbed a handful of his beard and thought, "No, this is a small place. If someone died, we locals would definitely know about it, but I have never heard of it."

He took a sip of beer and continued: "We have always been very peaceful here, and there are very few murders. There are few people here, and social relations are very simple. As far as I know, there are very few life-or-death feuds."

The beer Herage ordered was delivered quickly, two full glasses.

He wasn't used to it at first, but he got used to it after drinking too much. The main reason was that there were too few choices.

Herage took a sip of wine and said, "Well, we just heard about it, so we came here to ask."

The blacksmith uncle suddenly realized: "So that's the case, then the news must have been wrongly transmitted. You know, some things will deviate further and further from their original appearance as they spread far."

"Well, we'll go and ask somewhere else later." Herage nodded.

The blacksmith uncle continued: "You are members of the Stormwind City investigation team. I heard there was a murder here and came to investigate. You guys are probably going to have a wasted trip. I have been here for so many years. There is no way I don't know about the murder." of."

"Investigation team? There has been no such organization in Stormwind City for a long time. Now the Adventurers Association is responsible for these surrounding matters." Robert interrupted.

The blacksmith uncle asked in confusion: "Adventurers Association? It seems that I am behind on news, hahaha."

He smiled, took another sip of beer, and let out a sigh of relief.

After chatting with the blacksmith uncle for a while, Herage didn't get any valuable information, so he paid for the drink and got up to leave the tavern.

"Thank you!" The blacksmith uncle thanked him from behind, and Herage paid his share of the wine money.

Herage pushed open the door of the tavern and found that it was already dark outside.

There are no street lights in this area, so the road is dark except for the lights of some houses in the distance.

"Robert, have we been in there for so long? If I remember correctly, it was just afternoon when we came in." Herage realized that something was wrong.

There was no response from behind him for a long time. When he looked back, Robert, who had come out with him, had disappeared.

Herage turned around and walked into the tavern again. The lights were still on, and the butterbeer on the table was still there, still bubbling.

However, there was no one in the tavern.

The blacksmith uncle disappeared, and so did the tavern owner.

Herage looked at the surrounding environment reflected by Deep Blue. There was no one in the entire tavern, and there was no sound at all.

Herage picked up the cup of butterbeer and found nothing unusual. Butterbeer was normal and there was nothing weird about it.

Herage took a deep breath and walked out of the tavern.

The lights of the houses in the distance are still on, and the figures behind the windows can be seen through the windows.

He walked towards a house in the dark. There seemed to be more than one person in that house.

Herage walked to the door and could vaguely hear conversations in the house, as well as women's laughter, as if an old couple were having a night talk.

He knocked on the door, and there was an instant silence behind the door, a deathly silence.

No one asked him, and no one opened the door.

Herage's knock on the door seemed to press the stop button of the world, and the people in the room seemed to be frozen in place without making any movement.

After a while, there was a dull dragging sound from behind the door, and the harsh sound of something hard scratching on the ground.

boom!

A dull sound suddenly came. When Herage listened carefully, it sounded like the sound of an ax striking meat.

boom!

boom!

…

The sound of the ax swinging was rhythmic and unhurried, reminding Herage of the butchers who butchered beef and mutton.

boom!

The door suddenly trembled, and something seemed to be slamming against the door behind it.

boom! boom! boom!

The whole house began to tremble, and the thing behind the door obviously accelerated its impact speed, as if it was eager to break open the door and rush out.

The quality of this door was beyond imagination. The whole house was shaking due to the impact, but this door actually didn't move at all.

If it were an ordinary wooden door, it would probably be broken into pieces in just one or two blows.

Herage had an ominous premonition, and he felt a strong sense of danger from behind the door.

Stay away from here!

The idea came to him instinctively, and he quickened his pace and left the room.