Chapter 6： The Common Ground Between Dwarves and Ale

The next morning, sunlight shone into the room through the dusty window. Jesse was very unfamiliar with this room, and a strange thought flashed through his mind.

Could it be that he had traveled through time again?

He pushed open the window and looked outside. His eyes were filled with lush trees and green grass. Blue and yellow birds chirped and hopped on the branches.

The sounds of forging hammers hitting iron anvils and the blowing of forges were rhythmically intertwined. In the distance, the early morning market in the town center was noisy.

Jesse looked under the eaves. A group of people were gathering at the entrance of the blacksmith shop and lining up to receive something.

This was Goldshire. It had been two years since he came to Stormwind City, and this was the first time Jesse had visited this small town.

He found that several parts of his body had been bandaged. If it weren't for these bandages, he wouldn't even remember being injured.

But now when he moved these parts again, he could really feel the pain. Just judging from the feeling alone, it didn't seem like a serious injury.

Thinking of what happened last night was like a dream. Hogger, gnolls, the terrifying rainy night attack, the crazy dwarf warrior, and the great mage who appeared from the dark forest with magic light that dispelled evil. It was just like traveling into "The Lord of the Rings".

By the way, the reward hasn't been collected yet.

When he went out the door, he could already hear the faint sound of a lute being plucked in the stairwell. The extremely penetrating female singing voice came up the stairs.

Jesse smelled the aroma of beer and bread. Was this the Lion's Pride Inn?

In the tavern hall, he saw a lady in her thirties surrounded by a group of drinkers. She was singing accompanied by a musician leaning against the wall:

"He has come,

Before Blackrock Spire.

The Doomhammer,

Once made people tremble.

Lothar, you can rest.

No one remembers his name anymore, but your sword edge will always be remembered.

Thunder and lightning,

Before Blackrock Spire.

The roar of beasts,

Once resounded through the clouds.

Lothar, you can rest.

No one remembers his name anymore. Your child has stood up straight.

The darkest night is about to pass,

Dawn is near."

The melody was quite different from the background music of the Lion's Pride Inn that Jesse remembered, but the musical style was very similar.

This song was about a battle a year ago. The human commander Anduin Lothar arrived before Blackrock Spire to face the orc chieftain Orgrim Doomhammer.

After that duel, although Lothar died, the orcs also suffered an irreversible defeat. Lothar's deputy, Turalyon, took Lothar's broken sword and defeated Orgrim, sounding the horn of the Alliance's counterattack.

Dawn was indeed near, but it would be better if there weren't so many troublesome monsters in Elwynn Forest.

When he went out onto the street, the air was still filled with a post-rain dampness. In front of a table, a group of veterans were gathered. They were the ones Jesse had seen from the second floor.

Jesse leaned over and reported his name.

The quartermaster took out two silver coins and several copper coins from the pile of silver and copper coins and said, "Many people died. None of us expected it. Some people came from Lordaeron and Alterac, and there was also a mercenary from Menethil Harbor. They have no relatives or friends here. We don't know who to give the money to even if we divide it up."

Jesse weighed the small money bag in his hand and felt it was very heavy.

When he returned to the inn, he saw Gerred sitting in an unoccupied corner, staring at a large glass of ale in a daze.

He sat opposite the dwarf and casually said, "Drinking is not good for your injuries."

"The body structure of dwarves is different from that of humans." The dwarf half-closed his eyes and said, "Now I have to tell you this carefully. Our ancestors were ancient earthen. And earthen come from underground and are created by the earth. Guess what else is created by the earth? Grain, fruit."

"Look." He picked up the glass, shook the bubbling liquid inside, and then said, "The fermentation process of these things is just like the original, solid earthen turning into us active and beautiful dwarves. Look at these bubbles. They are no different from an old dwarf's beard at all. This is evidence. In other words, we are exactly the same thing as good wine. When wine slides into my stomach, it's just like returning home. My wounds will cry and shout when they see this wine and say that their good brothers have come and then smear the wine liquid on themselves. My muscles will rush to grow back. This is not wine at all. It's simply a divine medicine that can revive people on the spot. The most senior alchemist in Dalaran can't make this kind of thing, without a doubt."

"Of course, only for dwarves." After saying that, he gulped down the whole glass of wine.

Jesse watched him and smacked his lips. Then he waved his hand and said, "I want a glass of ale too."

Gerred pointed at Jesse's bandages and said sarcastically, "Drinking is not good for your injuries, human."

"You mind your own business." Jesse took the glass handed over by the bartender. After taking a big gulp, he was choked and coughed. With this cough, all the muscles and wounds on his body ached faintly.

"Ha, weakling." Gerred shouted loudly, "Bring me another glass of wine. It should be brewed by real dwarves. At least it should be brewed in the way of those sissies in Ironforge!"

Before long, the bartender, looking impatient, handed him a large glass. Under the light brown bubbles, the liquid was as black as coke.

"That's about it!"

Gerred grinned and took a deep sniff, then sighed.

"What's wrong?" Jesse took a sip and asked.

"Homesick. I want to go back to Aerie Peak." The dwarf said.

Jesse drew a long slanting line on the table. The line bypassed Dunholde Castle and extended all the way into the canyon in the north. While saying, "But if you want to go to Hinterlands from Southshore, you must pass through Hillsbrad Foothills. It's not peaceful there. I heard there are still orcs wandering around."

The dwarf's eyes followed the line to the other side of the table and said, "So what? Even Orgrim Doomhammer has been captured and put in a dungeon. The rest are just a bunch of bandits and robbers."

In fact, it's not just that. There is also the Frostwolf Clan settled in Alterac Valley. These terrifying hunters who can drive white dire wolves stronger than old oxen are not satisfied with hiding in the white snow-capped mountains. They will also often come down to Hillsbrad to loot supplies for a living.

Not to mention, there is another clan that is several times more terrifying. The Warsong Clan led by Grommash Hellscream, a berserker who is feared even in Draenor.

This group of thugs who have drunk demon blood. I guess any one of them can beat Hogger's crooked mouth with their bare hands.

Jesse remembered that they had wandered among the mountains, forests, and hills of Lordaeron for more than ten years, and he couldn't determine their exact hiding place at this time.

That is to say, it is still relatively safe to set off from the port of Stormwind City to Southshore now.

After all, the orc warships are hard to match the navies of Gilneas and Lordaeron. After being attacked at the Dark Portal and having their supply line cut off, they disappeared immediately.

But if you set off from Southshore to the north and enter Silverpine Forest or Dunholde in the north of Hillsbrad Foothills, it's a completely different story.

Thinking of this, he suddenly realized that all his possessions couldn't even pay for the fare from Stormwind port to Southshore, not to mention the food and supplies on the way. So why worry about these things?

"Sorry, Jesse." The dwarf suddenly said, "Yesterday I told you that this trip was completely making money while lying down. I didn't expect that I almost really couldn't get up if I lay down."

Jesse shook his head and said, "After all, silver coins are not so easy to earn. I deeply realized this point yesterday during the day."

"What did you do?" Gerred asked curiously.

"Don't mention it." Jesse said, "Someone told me about a job that pays two silver coins. I thought it was something. As a result, I went and got beaten up."

The dwarf was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then suddenly burst out laughing, with beer foam all over his beard.

"You actually let people pay to beat you up? I thought you were selling your ass for money."

"Sell... sell ass?" Jesse's mouth twitched.

"Next time you meet that person, remember to contact me. Look at my muscles." He stroked his stone-like shoulder and said, "If I don't beat him until he's bankrupt, I will be sorry for this body, this strength, and this spirit that my hometown in Hinterlands has nurtured me."

After having a few glasses of beer with Gerred, all the pain and fear from last night disappeared. The woman who was singing didn't know when she left the tavern. Only the musician was left holding his lute and playing an unknown melodious tune facing the extinguished fireplace.

Jesse stayed in Goldshire for a whole day. In the afternoon, he set off with the caravan returning to Stormwind City. When he arrived at the Trade District, it was already evening.

The smell of roasted meat wafted from the Gilded Rose on the other side of the small square. Jesse and the two of them didn't care about the price anymore. The two people who hadn't eaten for a day and a night rushed in and ate the liver pies and smoked meat chops that they usually couldn't afford to buy to their heart's content. They drank until midnight.

When he got home, Jesse scattered the money he earned in the past two days on the table and counted them one by one.

After deducting the cost of ale, pies, and roasted chops, as well as yesterday's expenses, there were still four silver coins and sixty copper coins left. If he paid the rent and spent sparingly, he could almost make it through this month.

But if he wanted to buy his own house and bring his parents over from Lordaeron, it was absolutely impossible to just muddle along like this.

It's just that these two days were really thrilling. Making money continuously like this is unrealistic. Even if he was lucky enough not to lose his life all the time, Jesse's body couldn't take it.

Fortunately, Eden Marin promised to let him be an assistant. Maybe he could live in the mage quarter in the future and not have to pay rent all the time.

In a better situation, maybe there would be free accommodation and food? Aren't the mage apprentices in Dalaran in World of Warcraft all living and eating at school?

Right? Wrong? He realized that he was almost forgetting those specific details in his worldview.

In any case, as an assistant, there should be some income and preferential treatment in the mage quarter, right? At least it can be considered a stable job.

Thinking of this, even though he was so drunk that his consciousness was blurred and his vision was constantly hazy, Jesse couldn't help but smile.

Suddenly, a strong feeling of nausea rushed up his throat. Jesse rushed out of the house and ran to the canal. He vomited everything into the river.

Turning over and looking at the night sky, the two moons, one big and one small, were looking at him like reflective glasses. Jesse remembered the girl with glasses he had a crush on in middle school.

Was there still hope of going home? Back to Earth.

Perhaps it will never be possible.

But there's nothing bad here either. Every day is thrilling and exciting. It's more fun than being a corporate slave.

Maybe in the future he can find a white-haired female elf girl to fall in love with. Thinking of this, he chuckled and saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth.

"What Earthling girl with glasses? I don't want her anymore! I want an elf girl, I want an elf girl!"

Two old men who were fishing at night looked at the drunk man over here. One of them asked, "What did he say?"

The other one shook his head and said, "I can't understand. Maybe he's from Kul Tiras. I heard that people there talk like this. It's like singing."