flstandardbreds Chapter 316 Ignorant
Chapter 316 Ignorant
"Very good, all the guests have been invited. Now we just need to wait for Blankard to deal with Master Yuvel's entourage!"
Even during the day, the lights were on in the mayor's house, and the stained glass windows on both sides of the building reflected a shimmering, multicolored glow. The mayor judged that it would be completely dark in a few hours...
He seemed to have thought of something important, and turned to give his excited nephew some instructions:
"Oh, right. You can't attend the banquet! After dark, take some men and keep watch around the town, increase the vigilance! The undead don't need to sleep..."
"What? Uncle, no way... It's such a rare treat to have drinking, eating, and dancing, and you won't let me participate? I'll have them keep watch, just let me see the world... Please, Uncle!"
"Idiot, all you know is eating... Aside from here, you've gotten yourself into big trouble! The shelter must be absolutely secure... You go and guard it yourself. By the way, what's the situation at the jade mine? The mine manager is in charge of production, you're in charge of security. And can the port at the sea be repaired...?"
The nephew slumped his head, muttering listlessly, "Nanhai Town said they want us to hand over control of the mines so we can focus on farming... I'm short-handed, so I brought back half of the guards... I've given the remaining miners weapons; they'll be responsible for any accidents... We'll just give them a signal if anything happens..."
"You..." The mayor didn't know what to say...
My nephew is a complete idiot; he's more trouble than he's worth...
Jade mines are the core industry of Hillsbrad. He was worried about the rich mines that produced copper, iron, tin, gold, and silver, which is why he led his brothers to stay in the dangerous Hillsbrad Hills.
“We’ve tried to build a port on the coast… but the merfolk are causing trouble, and the water is too shallow for the ships to dock. We’ve lost several small boats’ worth of cargo, which are still adrift in the shallows. The merfolk have stolen a lot… There’s no suitable port between Southsea Town and here… I think there’s an abandoned ferry crossing over to Serbercher… somewhere in the North River Valley.”
"Without a port, we can only retreat to the Arathi Highlands. Once we reach Stromgarde, that's their territory, and we'll be at their mercy. Do you understand? Or, if we have to go even further, we can only take the Saldor Bridge, guarded by the dwarves, and cross their territory to Menethil Harbor in the Wetlands! It's incredibly foolish and uncontrollable to leave our escape route to others. As a leader, you can never lead your brothers and men into someone else's trap to become lambs to the slaughter!"
The mayor thought of some old friends and continued, "Kael'thas Sunstrider, the former crown prince of the blood elves and the high elf fire archmage, was foolish enough to follow the orders of an incompetent nobleman of Lordaeron. He was almost executed for treason and imprisoned in the underground magic prison of Dalaran, where he was destroyed along with Dalaran."
"If someone hadn't saved him..."
......
"Who?"
Who saved whom?
"Who is Kael'thas? Is he also a mage? I think I've heard of him before. Uncle, what are you talking about?"
When his nephew pressed for answers, the mayor snapped out of his daze and smacked him on the head again.
"Alright! You uncultured brat, I'll make you read more books. Dalaran lent us so many books, and you haven't learned anything, all you do is throw them around!"
......
The mayor was angry and sent away the militia captain, Said, ordering him to send men back to guard the mine, the shelter, and his own banquet hall...
Many important people are coming here tonight!
His nephew was too stupid; he didn't want him to embarrass him...
Although Mayor Bourne had prepared the banquet, Bourne knew that the main guests were still Prince Garin, commander of the Human Alliance; Major William, commander of the cavalry company under the Seventh Legion of Stormwind; Master Yuvel, a human mage from the Kirin Tor; and his invited guests...
Bonn was merely the landowner, middleman, and part-time host...
The mayor can't rest easy until these dangerous individuals leave Hillsbrad Village. But once the human alliance withdraws, all the pressure will fall on the Hillsbrad Village farms, a burden no ordinary mortal town can bear.
Southshore is Stormwind Alliance territory, while Hillsbrad Foothills is an independent town...
Although they were allied, they were not of one mind. Mayor Bourne's purpose in hosting the banquet was simple: to win over the bigwigs from all sides, to make his stance clear, and also to relieve his own pressure... He wanted to send away these so-called guardians, who were actually vampires who were constantly encroaching on Hillsbrad's territory and consuming massive amounts of resources.
If we don't negotiate soon, not only will the girls in the town become servants or laborers, but one day all the men in the town will also become servants or laborers. Currently, more than half of the refugees have become laborers for the Lakeside Allied Forces, cleaning up the battlefield, building fortifications and barracks, and taking care of those so-called soldiers or surrendered bandits.
Militia captain Said grumbled and swore as he reluctantly walked through the mayor's hall...
As he passed the banquet hall, he saw that it was decorated in a magnificent manner, with flowers, fine wine, and all kinds of pastries... Especially the wine in wooden barrels, which was the mayor's cellar treasure. Even just smelling it was enough to make the militia captain intoxicated.
He saw an artwork made of stacked wine glasses...
The roast suckling pig and various meats are cooked, only kept warm by charcoal fire...
The large chandelier overhead wasn't lit yet, but it was already filled with candlesticks... Several braziers and the central fireplace made the entire banquet hall a bit hot.
The hall was decorated with oil paintings, and draped with ribbons, wreaths, and various musical instruments; it seemed there would be a musical performance that evening. Judging from the program, it appeared that damned Barbaras & Mr. Footman would also be performing as special guests...
"Hmph, I'll eat you to death..."
The mayor's nephew cursed, then swiped two more exquisite short swords from his uncle's room to use as his own weapons. Grabbing an apple, he weaved past the busy servants, heading to the militia quarters to gather men...
Before leaving the back door of the mayor's hall, he casually grabbed an extra-large turkey leg, took two big bites, and then spat it out...
"Feeding them to the dogs wouldn't be good enough for you..."
He had barely stepped out of the town's heavily guarded outer walls, protected by four layers of defense, when he saw his enemy squatting on the ground playing with a small dog... It was none other than the man who had hit him with the stick, the so-called owner of mysterious Eastern techniques, Lord Barbaras!
Lorin was teasing the little white dog, but the dog was defiant and barked wildly at him, seemingly sensing the deathly aura emanating from Lorin...
The bard, feigning affection for the puppy, was actually quite annoyed. He was heading to the kitchen when the stinky, tiny dog blocked his way. This was truly embarrassing for our plague messenger's teacher, the self-proclaimed archmage, Rolin.
He could only reach into his pocket and pull out a bottle of unknown medicine...
"What are you doing? Let go of Stanford! Whatever you do to him, I'll do the same to you..."
The militia captain had just shouted when he saw Rolin kiss the puppy!
He was stunned...