nashuaworldcup Chapter 310 It's so good to be human
Chapter 310 It's so good to be human
The mayor holds frequent meetings, and everyone is used to seeing councilors and representatives coming and going.
No one cared what they actually said; the mayor's order was the decision of the entire town council. The blacksmith, miner, and tailor returned to their respective territories, leading their men to continue their busy work, burdened with heavy production tasks.
The vast majority of the remaining farmers tended their own orchards and pumpkin fields.
Rowling stayed in the warm little house, quiet and undisturbed.
He found a somewhat historical book on the bookshelf in the fireplace hut. It clearly recorded the major events that had occurred near Hillsbrad Foothills, including the betrayal and destruction of the Kingdom of Alterac, Arthas's patricide, and the tragedy of Lordaeron.
The book's sheepskin cover seemed to emanate a faint magical aura, and Rowling noticed several signatures on one page...
"The polymath Pukert..."
"The Barov family once owned vast tracts of land in Brill, Tarren Mill, Southshore, and Caer Darrow. Due to the betrayal of the Alterac royal family during the Orcish Wars, all related families were implicated. King Tyrese decreed the stripping of some of the Barov family's lands, and the remaining Barov members harbored resentment... They plotted the plague in Andorhal, ultimately reaping the consequences of their own actions..."
On the last page, Rowling saw three familiar yet unfamiliar signatures: "Gadin...Duane...Putres..."
The master and apprentice clicked their tongues in amazement... These three seemed out of place appearing together in this tome casually placed on their bedside table... Dark Headmaster Gadin... Arcane Mage Duan... Grand Apothecary Putres...
"Alterac, Arathi, and the Northern Kingdoms are of the same lineage... The benevolent King Tyrese did not live to see the day Lordaeron would reign supreme..."
Upon closer inspection, one can even find records of the darkest period in Lordaeron's history, including the mass migration of its people... At the end of the page recording the location of Uther the Lightbringer's tomb, Marcus & James wrote a small note: "Never lose your faith... Marcus, veteran of the Silver Hand, remembers you... Marshal Uther."
Surprised, Rowling sat up from his bed and placed the book back where it had been.
He found it amusing...
The cabin was small, and the embers in the fireplace crackled occasionally, like dry firewood breaking apart in the flames. The doorway was open, and a sliver of sunlight shone into a corner of the cabin. The soft feel of the sheepskin rug on the floor made Rolin feel somewhat dazed.
It seemed that he hadn't been able to enjoy even a little peace and warmth for a long time.
The one now in control of the body is the teacher, a teacher who has been feeling resentful for a long time, a teacher who has always been somewhat hesitant to take over his disciple's body...
However, having his own physical body, the touch, temperature, heartbeat, and rhythm of breathing of a living person... for the first time, Luo Lin felt that being alive was truly wonderful... tranquil and serene.
Just moments ago, they were risking their lives and living alongside death.
Gods hang overhead, the dead surround him... He deals with bandits, demons, and unscrupulous merchants, and now he awaits a brief respite from the mayor's banquet...
Rowling lay on his back on the edge of the crib, quietly savoring the fresh milk...
I also grabbed a loaf of wheat bread from Hillsbrad Farm, tried a sip of milk, and took a bite of bread...
"fishy..."
"So dry..."
"They taste pretty good together...and the person is alright too..."
Fresh milk has a strange smell; some people can't stand it, while others think it's just its natural taste... Actually, it's a milky, fishy smell. The whole wheat bread isn't particularly smooth either. It seems like the town has all sorts of people, but no decent cooks.
After resting for about half a day, Rowling rediscovered the feeling of being human...
But he did not forget the purpose of his trip.
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He changed into a clean set of clothes—not some magical robe, just a simple linen robe. His apprentice was terrible at managing money; the tailoring skills he'd practiced a few days ago were long forgotten… He didn't even know how to use powerful skills like enchanting and dismantling, always thinking about fighting on the battlefield…
Don't waste good things; coarse linen clothes are light and breathable... Compared to silk, Rowling seems to prefer this feeling.
The long, silk robe he had been wearing was tight and made him feel uncomfortable.
He made use of many things his apprentice had forgotten and organized them.
Carrying an ordinary staff, Roland began to stroll through the town. The mayor had sent word that the banquet would be around eight o'clock... Since it wasn't dark yet, Roland decided to carefully explore the surrounding terrain...
Everything is in preparation for the actions to come.
In unfamiliar environments, quickly familiarizing oneself with the terrain and determining routes is a crucial survival skill...
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Hillsbrad is indeed much larger than Brier and Tarren Mill, mainly because there are many farmlands here, one after another, with houses and barns built around them.
This makes the whole town look much bigger, at least like a medium-sized manor.
More land means more farmers.
The mayor said there were several hundred farmers here; not counting the laborers who joined later after fleeing the war, Hillsbrad Farm was the largest farm among the northern human settlements...
It can be said that Hillsbrad Farm supplies food for tens of thousands of people in the surrounding area... In the past, most of the merchants who came to Hillsbrad Town to trade were wine merchants, meat merchants, etc., who exchanged grain.
Cloth merchants like Luo Lin are not uncommon, but they are very rare...
In the past, many travelers heading to Dalaran would stop over in this town for a while... The signature on the journal that Rowling saw proved that many important figures had visited this place...
I was amazed by the size of the farm, the large number of farmers, and the abundance of produce.
This had nothing to do with Rolin's goals; he was just feigning emotion, putting on an act...
In fact, as Rolin looked east and west along the main road from the hut to the mayor's hall, he was mainly observing the patrol routes of the nearby guards and the layout of the entire town...
The town is quite spacious, mainly situated in valleys and on slopes...
Upon reaching a slightly higher earthen slope, one can see that the calm waters of Lake Lodanmir still shimmer with light.
Along the shores of Lake Lordamere, rows upon rows of tents stretched out, the sparse trees around them cleared away to form a large camp. Four tall watchtowers stood at the four corners, the tallest in the center appearing to be newly built, bearing the violet eye mark that Roland recognized so well...
"Kirin Tor reinforcements have arrived...trouble is brewing..."
Putting aside the lakeside camp, the Dalaran ruins on the shores of Lake Lordamir are even more awe-inspiring!
The purple magic shield remained, flashing with purple lightning and surging with magical runes. Even from several miles away, Roland could still feel the powerful magical fluctuations.
There seems to be something else in the giant pit in Dalaran...
During the battle at the lake, Lorraine didn't have time to explore the massive crater left behind after Dalaran's flight. The master and apprentice, however, remembered the secret magic circle extending into Ambermill, which contained many precious materials such as the Kiri gem...
The Kirin Tor left behind so many mages and sent such magical talent to support the human alliance, surely not just for a joint attack on Undercity... There are treasures the mages need to retrieve in the Dalaran crater ruins...
Not far from the Dalaran crater, there was a somewhat suspicious dilapidated building; Rowling noticed that its defenses seemed even tighter than those inside the town...
"It seems it should be there!"
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