Chapter 490 Allies Have Always Been Unreliable (1 more)

The second day came early in the morning.

The warm sunlight shone on Wildhammer's cheeks.

The Dwarf, not yet accustomed to the glaring light, rubbed his somewhat painful head, as his hazy vision slowly became clear.

Wildhammer belched unconsciously, the rich aroma of alcohol continuously spreading.

Dizzy, it took him a good while to regain the ability to think.

However, Wildhammer's mind was devoid of many memories, he blankly stared at the opulently decorated room, unable to stop questioning:

"Who am I?"

"Where am I?"

After a good while, Wildhammer finally remembered that he indeed had forgotten when he came to rest in this room.

But he did recall that before his memory disappeared yesterday, he was happily drinking fine wine.

The taste of that wine was truly delightful!

Strong and spicy!

At the thought, Wildhammer couldn't help but feel a little greedy again.