Vanessa didn't ask what the uncle pandaren was doing here, and if he didn't finish the job, she didn't ask.

They left the farm where the sow was, and no one said anything about driving the big pig back.

Uncle Pandaren is afraid that the sow is now in a state of anger and will hurt the farmer. He thinks that this kind of livestock can go back by itself after a while, but Vanessa has completely forgotten about it.

They soon came to a fork in the road, Vanessa was going west, back to Flash Gold Town, and Uncle Pandaren was going north.

The last time we met by chance, there were a lot of things that were not suitable to say. This reunion is considered destined. She still has some ideas about the storm spirit she drank last time, and wanted to make some more, so she solemnly extended the invitation.

"Next month we will be in the West Wilderness, where do you know the West Wilderness? Uh, that is, in the southwest of Gold Shining Town, there will be a wine festival. If Uncle Chen has nothing to do, come and play with us, shall we?"

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

"Okay, next time please..."

The two soon parted ways, and Vanessa returned to Goldtown for a good night's sleep. In the early morning of the next day, I got the news that the gnolls blocking the road and the remnants of the Defias Brotherhood had all been wiped out, and the road had been completely cleared.

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

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

Vanessa came out of the hotel, just in time to see Bolvar Fortagan's subordinates escorting the prisoners of war, or many thieves back to the town of gold.

It's them who are talking about the mantis' arm as a cart. Just a few mid-level professionals as the backbone, relying on a large number of gnolls to attack Stormwind City? Really blinded by greed.

These thieves can't be restrained by her. In the past two months, they have committed numerous crimes in Gold Shining Town and nearby villages and towns. No matter under the laws of any country, they are unforgivable crimes.

Grand Duke Bolvar Fortagan held a trial meeting in the open space of Gold Shining Town, and after the meeting, in the name of his regent, sentenced all the thieves to death.

The sound of "Boom" and "Boom" continued, the pedals were removed, and the thieves hung helplessly in the air, their tongues outstretched, their eyes bulging, and they ushered in their end in the hatred eyes of the civilians in Shining Gold Town.

Vanessa has been watching from the crowd. Most of these hanged people have never been seen before, and they belong to the kind that she has no impression of.

But there were a few of them who looked familiar, and they were Dafan's right-hand man when he was leading the stonemasons' union before, and she recognized a middle-aged man named Bakir Srad.

The former vice president of the stonemasons union, a very amiable person, is now the leader of the thieves, mixed with a group of scum and hanged to death.

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

More than 50 thieves from the Defias Brotherhood were executed on the spot. The crowd cheered like a tidal wave. Some people burst into tears and hugged their family members and cried together. The venue was full of "Long live the Grand Duke" Fordragon Long live Your Highness' and the like.

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

Bovar didn't mind the address, he waved the guards back, walked into the crowd by himself, helped this 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 themselves in any difficulties.

"His Majesty the Regent, please help us, we will not be able to survive!" A discordant voice sounded from the crowd.

Not only Bolvar Fortagan, but even Vanessa looked over.

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

The sow he refers to is not a person, but a pig, a very big sow...

Vanessa was a little stunned. She led the sow to the wasteland last night. There should be no farmland around.

The next moment, she almost laughed out loud, and quickly covered her mouth. Standing on a high place, she watched His Royal Highness the Prince Regent whose expression changed dramatically from a distance, because this scene was so joyful.

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

What did this commoner ask him to do? Let him be a majestic legendary paladin, the king of a country, to help him butcher pigs!

I absolutely can't agree, by the Holy Light, this will become a stain on his life! Being nagged by political enemies for a lifetime will shame even 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 kill a pig with a sword?

Grand Duke Bolvar Fortagan didn't know a man named He Jin~lightnovelpub.net~ He didn't know that the experience of slaughtering pigs had brought a stain on that general that could not be erased in his life, but he could think of the consequences .

In the future, when people call him, they will always use 'that pig butcher' or 'the pig butcher' to refer to him. This is a disaster!

Anxiety, worry, anger, and a dilemma set him on fire all at once. If there were counselors around him, they could help him resolve the unfavorable situation, and he could cover it up with any excuse. But the black dragon princess didn't want to go to the front of the stage, and returned to Stormwind City early. The thief leader kept a low profile, and Bovar didn't know if the other party was there, so he wanted his subordinates to help, but he walked into the crowd by himself, and his subordinates were far away , winking, he was afraid that his subordinates would not understand.

This kind of sow must not be killed, not only himself, but also his guards, the First Legion of the Stormwind Kingdom, it 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 the Pig King, the Duke of the Pig, and the Pig Guard are too ugly!

He had a gentle smile on his face, as if he was listening to the complaints of the common people, let alone the embarrassment in his heart.

As a leader of the country, he does not lack decisiveness, but he is not good at dealing with specific affairs. He is born in a noble family, has no worries about food and clothing, serves the Holy Light, and is promoted to the legendary rank. The distance of eight thousand miles, in other words, he didn't know how to solve the problem in front of him. He felt that there must be a solution other than the sword, but his way of thinking didn't switch to that channel, and he couldn't think of a good solution for a while.

His eyes swept across the crowd of civilians, and he sighed in his heart, no one asked to help him find a step down, or give himself an idea!