New Order of Azeroth

Vanessa didn't ask what the panda uncle was here to do. Since he didn't tell whether it was done or not, she didn't ask.

They left the farm where the sow was, and no one mentioned bringing the big pig back.

The panda man uncle was afraid that the sow would be in an angry state and hurt the farmer. He believed that this kind of domestic animal would be able to go back on its own after a while, but Vanessa completely forgot about it.

They soon reached a fork in the road. Vanessa wanted to go west, back to Goldsmith, while Uncle Pandaren wanted to go north.

The last time we met by chance, there were a lot of things that were inappropriate to say. It was a fate to meet again this time. She still had some thoughts about the Stormstout she drank last time and wanted to make some more, so she solemnly extended the invitation.

Next month we will hold a wine festival in Westfall. You don't know where Westfall is? Uh, southwest of Goldshire. If Uncle Chen has nothing to do then, can you come and play with us?

Okay, I will definitely go if I have time! Remember, I'll invite you next time!

Okay, next time please...

The two soon separated, and Vanessa returned to Goldshire for a sound sleep. In the early morning of the next day, news was received that the jackals and the remnants of the Defias Brotherhood blocking the road had been wiped out, and the road had been completely cleared.

Kill them!

Kill them!

They killed my fourteen-year-old son, hang them!

Vanessa walked out of the hotel and happened to see Bolvar Fordragon's men escorting prisoners of war, or rather many thieves, back to Goldsmith Town.

It's them who use the mantis' arm as a chariot. Just a few mid-level professionals as the backbone, and relying on a large number of gnolls to attack Stormwind City? I was really blinded by greed.

These thieves are not under her control. In the past two months, they have committed numerous crimes in Goldshire and nearby villages and towns. They are unpardonable crimes under the laws of any country.

Grand Duke Bolvar Fordragon held a trial meeting in the open space of Goldshire, and after the meeting, in the name of his own regent, he sentenced a group of thieves to death.

The sound of bang, bang, bang, bang was endless, the pedal was removed, and the thieves hung helplessly in the air, their tongues stretched out, their eyes bulging, and they met their end in the hateful eyes of the civilians of Goldsmith Town.

Vanessa has been watching from the crowd. She has never seen most of these people who were hanged, and she has no impression of them at all.

But a few of them looked familiar. They were all Dafan's right-hand men when they led the masons' union. She recognized a middle-aged man named Baqir Srid.

The former vice-president of the Stonemasons Union, a very amiable man, was now hanged among a group of scum as a leader of thieves.

Vanessa sighed and did not take any rescue action. The other party escaped from the prison and did not want to run away. Instead, he mixed with the thieves and prepared to attack Stormwind City. This was his way of death.

More than fifty thieves from the Defias Brotherhood were executed on the spot, and the people cheered like a wave. Some people burst into tears, hugging their family members and crying together. Everyone in the venue shouted Long live the Grand Duke Fordagon Long live your highness' and the like.

The titles are very confusing, some are called Your Highness, and some are called His Majesty.

Bolvar didn't mind the title. He waved the guard back, walked into the crowd, helped him up, and said that he was ashamed and that he was late.

Pull that one up and tell him that the Kingdom of Stormwind will be their solid backing, and the townspeople can come to Stormwind City to find him if they have any difficulties.

Your Majesty the Regent, please help us, we won't survive! A somewhat discordant voice sounded from the crowd.

Not only Bolvar Fordragon, but also Vanessa looked over.

The thin middle-aged man squeezed out of the crowd and pointed at a woman on the other side with tears on his face: The Stonefield sow broke into my farmland and ate all my pumpkins!! She is so vicious! I want you to help me kill that sow, kill it!”

The sow he refers to does not refer to a human, but to a pig, a very big sow...

Vanessa was a little stunned. Last night she led the sow to the wasteland. There should be no farmland around it.

The next moment she almost laughed out loud and quickly covered her mouth. She stood on a high place and watched His Highness the Regent's face change dramatically from a distance, because this scene was so funny.

His Royal Highness the Regent is very embarrassed. He has not been so embarrassed for many years since he became famous, promoted to the legendary paladin level, and served as the regent of the Kingdom of Stormwind.

What did this civilian ask him to do? Let him be a legendary paladin and the king of a country to help him kill pigs!

He absolutely cannot agree to it, Holy Light is above, this will become a stain on his life! Being nagged by political opponents for a lifetime will bring shame even to his descendants.

Killing orcs is politically correct. Even if you dye your beard red, there will be no problem. The people will only admire and love you.

But what if you carry a sword to kill a pig?

Grand Duke Bolvar Fordragon does not know a person named He Jin, UU Reading www. uukanshu.net I didn’t know that the experience of killing pigs had brought a stain on the general that could not be erased in his life, but he could imagine the consequences.

From now on, when others call him, they will refer to him as 'the pig-killer' or 'the pig-killer duke'. This is simply a disaster!

Anxiety, worry, anger, and dilemmas all of a sudden put him on fire. If there were advisers around him, they could help him resolve the unfavorable situation and cover it up with any excuse. But the Black Dragon Princess didn't want to come to the stage and returned to Stormwind City early. The thief leader was so low-key that it was scary. Bolvar didn't know if he was there or not. He wanted his men to help, but he walked into the crowd and his men were far away. , and he was afraid that his subordinates wouldn't understand.

You must not kill this sow. Not only can you not kill it, but your own guards and the First Legion of Stormwind Kingdom cannot kill it either. This has nothing to do with the size, number, or ferocity of the pig! Even the pigs raised by Sargeras cannot be killed!

The reputations of Pig Killing King, Pig Killing Duke, and Pig Killing Guards are really ugly!

He had a gentle smile on his face, as if he was listening to the complaints of the civilians, but in fact, he didn't even mention the embarrassment in his heart.

As a national leader, he does not lack decisiveness, but he is not good at handling specific affairs. He is born in a noble family, has no worries about food and clothing, serves the Holy Light, and has been promoted to the legendary level. These things have everything to do with family feuds and solving neighborhood disputes. The distance of eight thousand miles, in other words, he didn't know how to solve the matter in front of him. He felt that there must be a way other than swords, but his thinking mode didn't switch to that channel, and he couldn't think of a good way for a while.

His eyes swept through the crowd of civilians, and he sighed in his heart, but no one asked to help him find a place to go down, or give him some advice!