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Chapter 315 5 Girls

After getting a severe beating, the militia captain felt that his uncle was even more ruthless than Rolin.

While Rolin, disguised as a bard, at least used a fine boiler stirrer to poke at his weak spot, the outwardly wealthy and scholarly mayor of Bonn, however, was a ruthless man who lashed out at his nephew with iron fists.

It seems the uncle has been wanting to beat up his nephew who got into trouble for a long time.

The details of the conflict between the bard Barbaras, the footman, and the militia captain were already told to the mayor by his servant Blancard, who lamented that his nephew was not up to par.

It made him feel ashamed...

The brothers had mentioned it many times before: his nephew was more trouble than he was worth.

In any other place, it would have been done long ago.

The mayor said this was his only living relative; his other family members had perished in the devastating plague. His simpleton nephew, Said, was the perfect cover...

It is their duty to keep a close eye on the movements of the Dalaran mages.

The master awaits the day when Dalaran will be destroyed once again.

"Alright, stop playing dead. I asked you to keep an eye on the movements of the Stormwind cavalry. What's their situation? They keep saying they're going to attack Undercity, but Marshal Galin said there's no set time for their departure. They also need a lot of supplies from us. If something happens to us, can the Seventh Legion guarantee that we can retreat to the Wetlands? Have you gotten any answers to these questions?"

The nephew, enduring the pain, touched his swollen, pig-like face and stammered, "Garin said...it's a military secret, I can't disclose that...if you need anything, you'll be notified..."

"What? Who does he think he is?"

"He also said that the soldiers wanted to eat meat, and that we should prepare beef... Bear meat was too coarse, so we needed lean meat... In addition to weapons and armor, Prince Garin said his camp also needed maids, and he needed us to provide 50 young girls..."

The town mayor was shocked upon hearing this. He stood up and stared at the militia captain in disbelief...

The nephew was so frightened that he trembled. He already knew that his uncle was truly terrifying when he was silent, which meant that the mayor was furious.

"Fifty girls?"

The mayor laughed out loud, "Even if we send the old women from the kitchen and the tailor's place, we still won't have enough women for fifty!"

"Too deceiving!"

The town mayor laughed in exasperation.

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Are there fifty women in town? Of course there are... but most of them are already married, and there are very few unmarried girls of marriageable age... The slightly smarter, more knowledgeable, and more reliable ones have all left the dangerous Hillsbrad Foothills.

The town is mostly populated by men...mostly young and middle-aged men.

The few women are already married; where can you find young women?

If you're looking for any, you'll have to search within the Kirin Tor's battlemage ranks. Women with magical talent have all joined the outer ranks of the Kirin Tor as apprentices or servants; they wouldn't stay in Hillsbrad Foothills unless absolutely necessary.

"Don't bother with him... If things really come to a head, we still have the mages of the Kirin Tor. Tell him to go to the Kirin Tor and ask for women; there are plenty there. We've sent all our young girls to the Kirin Tor, and the rest are just old women!"

The mayor muttered, "Women? I don't even have a woman yet!"

Mayor Bourne seemed to have some unspeakable secret; his brothers, the masters they served, seemed to have taken away some of their abilities in exchange for some kind of power to ensure their survival.

The nephew nodded, "Yes, I didn't either..."

"No?"

The mayor gave his nephew a hard knock on the head. "You've occupied three small houses. Where did those dozen or so refugee women come from?"

"Well, we can't let that bastard Garin get away with it..."

"He's a prince! You're the grandson... good-for-nothing, all you do is spend my money and play around with women. You have no fighting skills whatsoever. What will you do if your uncle dies tomorrow?"

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"What? Uncle, you're going to die tomorrow? Then I'll have to inherit your dozens of chests of gold coins, thousands of acres of fertile land, your manor and horse ranch, with tears in my eyes... Uncle, please don't die..."

The militia captain began to cry.

He was already calculating the wealth his uncle possessed...

He didn't even consider whether he had the ability or the right to keep these hot potatoes.

Mayor Bourne, barely suppressing the urge to strangle the boy, asked again:

"Forget about Prince Garin of Stromgarde, he's just a puppet! Major William, the cavalry commander of the Seventh Legion, is the one we need to focus on. Send him out to gather intelligence: what's going on in Southshore... how many people have died? What are the bandits on the highlands doing in Tarren Mill? Will the orc airships pass through here...? Every time I ask you to do something serious, you're a complete idiot. You're not even a fraction of Blankard's ability. If you weren't my nephew, I would have killed you long ago..."

"Hey, Uncle. You're wrong this time. If that madman at the door hadn't almost beaten me to death, I would have figured out the situation long ago."

The militia captain proudly recounted the situation in Southshore. The two towns weren't far apart, both located along the main road to Durnholde Castle. The difference was that one was near Alterac Valley, while the other was further out by the sea. Upstream from the river at the end of the main road was Tarren Mill, and downstream was Southshore...

Cross the bridge over the small river and continue forward. Near the foot of the mountain and the intersection of another road leading to the Hinterlands, lies the world-famous Durnholde Keep, the asylum where Warchief Thrall was taken in as a slave-footed warrior.

On the other side, not far away, lies one of the original dividing lines between humans and dwarves, a magnificent wall built against the mountain, perhaps jointly constructed by humans and dwarves—the Wall of Thoradin.

The fortress at the corner of the sea wall vaguely proves that this massive wall protecting the human tribes of Arathi Highlands was the work of the dwarves, or more specifically, the wondrous power of the earth spirits. Based on clues in the ancient texts, it can be inferred that such power to carve mountains and fill seas could only be the work of colossal stone creatures and steel giants.

Within the mysterious magic circle of Arathi Highlands, the mournful cries of the Earth Mother echoed intermittently...

Humans discovered the strange sealing array long ago, but they generally kept their distance. Over time, history faded from memory, and humanity spread and multiplied...

Hillsbrad Foothills, once the front line protecting humanity's homeland, has become a better, more fertile land for humans to live in. The dwarves have gradually faded from view, but they still guard the mountains and inherit the customs of their ancestral earth spirits, indirectly protecting humanity.

The feint attack on Southshore this morning resulted in significant losses, but the real loss was the near annihilation of the dwarven fortress's reinforcements... Commander Tarren Mill's intention was to destroy the dwarven heavy weapons and eliminate the threat to Tarren Mill.

Whether it was because the battle ended too hastily, or because the Seventh Legion and the reserve recruits arrived just in time, the Forsaken's offensive was repelled, and the dwarves did not suffer much damage to their heavy weapons, because they simply did not have time to deploy their steam tanks; those things were too troublesome to prepare and too slow to move.

Major William's cavalry company returned to defend the town, and the crisis in Southshore was quickly resolved...

Tarren Mill appears to have been designated a new target... because Major William believes that without eliminating this threat in the rear, attacks on Ambermill at the front are likely to be futile...

Just like the nearby main watchtowers, which were once again retreated by the undead guards of Undercity, large quantities of supplies are being transported to the hillsides of Alterac Valley...

"So, Southsea Town is alright? Major William will definitely come back for the banquet?"

"Yes, Uncle..."

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