Warcraft: When NPCs Have Player Panels

Chapter 35 Adventurers

During the quiet meal, the loud conversation of the adventurers at the next table occasionally reached their ears.

This group of people had a tendency to draw out their words, and their accents had a unique Stormwind accent, making them sound like an adventurer team that had come all the way from the south.

"Those special werewolves, the kind called 'Sons of Arugal.' Their fur is compatible with shadows. Cloaks or capes made from their hides can resist the corrosive effects of dark magic on the body. Their bones, due to years of being corroded by dark magic, are also very important alchemical materials. Their claws can be used to make potions and can also be added to forging metal ores to provide damage from the corrosive effects of dark magic."

"The nobles of Stormwind have been obsessed with these werewolf pelts lately. If we could bring back a complete set..."

"It's definitely valuable. Just one complete hide can sell for two gold coins, enough for us to live it up for a while."

"It's only because the people here are all cowards that we have the opportunity to make money."

"Ha... They're teeming with monsters, yet they only dare to hide in the mountains outside town, moving stones and chopping wood. Because they've never seen werewolves, they exaggerate their imagined appearance. We've been to Raven Ridge so many times, and we've made it through, haven't we?"

"You listen to them? They're all cowards who deserve to be stuck in this wretched town and suffer for the rest of their lives."

William couldn't help but turn to look at the mercenary beside him. The speaker was a bald man, leaning a two-handed sledgehammer against the wall. "People are always afraid of things they haven't seen before, which is understandable. That's why they're stuck here moving stones."

A few light, sarcastic remarks, brimming with a sense of superiority, prompted the local workers to stand up.

"Damn it, you bunch of outsiders have no idea how terrifying those werewolves are. Do you really think we're just saying things to scare kids?" A lumberjack stood up and pointed at them. "That evil sorcerer Arugal, he's on that distant hillside to the west, in Lord Baron's castle! Those werewolves born from his name come out of that castle from time to time and roam this forest."

"If you really want to make money, why don't you just go to that castle? There are plenty of werewolves there! And while you're at it, take that damned, evil dark mage Arugal from that damned castle too!"

"Oh, so what? Aren't you all still cowards?" The bald man chuckled contemptuously, scanning all the laborers present. "You all have a pair of testicles down there, what's wrong? You all shrink back when something happens? Want to become women? I can offer you a pretty good price."

"If you really have the guts, why don't you come with us to that castle?"

The laborers in the tavern heard it clearly, and instantly their faces turned red, their fists clenched tightly, and their eyes were filled with anger.

"You southern barbarian who should be stuffed into a donkey's ass, say that again!" A burly miner next to him, with a shoulder hunch that could carry a man, slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly, pointing his pickaxe directly at him.

The bald man glanced at him disdainfully, then calmly picked up his glass and drank his ale.

"You son of a bitch, how dare you spout nonsense here! You're tired of living! You barbarians from the south!" Another group of miners stepped forward and surrounded them.

Everyone has a temper, and everyone cares about their reputation. These foreign adventurers, relying on their strength, looked down on the locals and mocked their cowardice, which the locals found unbearable.

Don't they know they can earn a two-gold-coin bounty?

Just as the atmosphere became tense, a short, stout man among the mercenaries from Stormwind Kingdom stepped forward and addressed those around him, "By the Holy Light, we all share the same faith and are brothers of the Alliance. For the sake of the Holy Light and the Alliance, let's all sit down and calm down. My friend didn't mean to mock you; one of our friends lost his life because some laborers refused to help him. Ah, of course, I'm not talking about you. That happened over in Redridge Mountains."

Ultimately, a fight did not break out, nor was it possible for a fight to break out.

Ordinary people who make a living through hard labor are no match for these adventurers who live on the edge of death; a head-on confrontation would only result in losses. The reason they are unwilling to cause trouble is simply because they would lose face.

Immediately, murmurs of discontent rose and fell in the tavern, but no adventurer dared to raise their voice in protest. Before long, the lively tables were empty, the workers hastily finished their meals, and left, seething with anger, leaving the tavern almost deserted.

Seeing that the workers had all left, the Stormwind adventurers decided not to stay either. After paying their bills, they left the tavern in groups of five or six.

"Boss, they're too scared to stay here anymore," Elaine explained to William in a low voice. "These laborers have lived here their whole lives, and they have all sorts of ways to make outsiders in this town die mysteriously."

"But they're right, the nobles of Stormwind love collecting these strange and unusual monster specimens. Every year, many adventurers come here in search of bringing back a complete werewolf skin."

"They're making it sound so easy," Elena said, slightly pursing her lips. "The Son of Arugal is extremely ruthless and knows shadow magic. Over the years, lumberjacks have often found supplies from wiped-out adventurers and then sold them in town. The locals aren't cowardly; they just really can't afford to mess with those monsters and it's not worth risking their lives for money."

William nodded slightly, agreeing with her statement.

The two finished their lunch leisurely, tidied up, and got up to leave.

Stepping out of the tavern, the afternoon sun streamed into the town's streets. William turned to look at the seemingly radiant girl beside him.

"Take me to the Thieves' Guild; I want to see their leader."

Elaine immediately dropped her playful expression and nodded solemnly in agreement; this was her core responsibility as an assistant. Playful as she pleased, Elaine was still able to prioritize tasks when it came to work.

However, he kept talking nonstop.

"Boss, what are you doing at the guild?"

"Boss, you didn't go there to find out about me, did you?"

"Boss, if you want to know something about me, you can just ask me directly. There's no need to ask the guild about these things."

"Shut up and just lead the way." William was quite helpless at this moment. He himself was not a talkative person, so why did he have to find a chatterbox assistant?

"Okay, boss!"

"Boss, when are we leaving for Stormwind?"

"Boss..."

"Don't call me boss anymore, just call me William." William sighed. "We won't be going to Stormwind for now. I have things to take care of here. I'm not going there to find out about you."

"Okay, boss. So, what are you going to do?"

Ugh...