The guards go quickly and come back quickly. This matter is not complicated at all, it is just an activity held in the western wilderness.

Since he has officially revealed his face in the official position, Vanessa no longer adheres to the principle of secrets, because you can't hide it even if you want to.

Stormwind City has a population of 200,000, which is naturally the focus of publicity. She set up an activity base in Stormwind City, hiring a few loud voices every day to ride goats and shout in the city.

Boval only remembered this incident at this time, and the first thing that came to his mind was a big sow.

To be honest, Vanessa's figure was already a little blurred in his mind. He was concerned about the future of the kingdom, the undead and the dwarf, not a young girl.

Boval's wife is Lordaeron's priest. He fell under the butcher knife of the undead in 20 years. His four-year-old daughter was sent away by him. Now, five years have passed, and he has not seen his daughter, and he has devoted all his body and mind to the construction of the country. It can be said that Boval has always paid little attention to women, especially young women.

Thinking of Vanessa and the western wilderness, he turned around and asked the other side, the average-looking intelligence leader.

"Master Shore, what's going on in the Western Wilderness now? Is the organization called the Brotherhood still here?"

The intelligence leader has been downplaying his existence. If it weren't for the Regent's question, many people would automatically ignore this important official of the country who was not familiar with it. Only a few people knew that Madias Shore led a huge intelligence agency with a number of more than 2,500 people and allowed the agency to operate in an efficient and hidden way.

The middle-aged man had been touching his tiger's mouth before, and seemed not interested in any topic they discussed. When he heard the Regent's question, he replied in a slow and powerful voice: "After Edwin Van Cliff's death, the remaining members of the Brotherhood entered the Elvin Forest, and all the backbones were hanged by you. The rest were really not worth mentioning. My intelligence network shows that they had experienced several killings within them, and now those who are still using the name of the Brotherhood are probably a group of insignificant bandits."

Boval nodded slightly, feeling quite satisfied with the result. He was naturally disgusted with the assassin, and assassination was even more considered a shame, a manifestation of lack of courage and no honor, but this method has to be said to be very efficient.

When the Wine Festival propagandist ran past the Cathedral of Holy Light for the fourth time, he also became a little curious about the Wine Festival and the current western wilderness. How could they be so happy outside?

He whispered to the air: "Master, please cast spells and let me see what is going on in their wine festival."

As a politician, he still has the caution he should have. At this time, he was a little worried, what if this Wine Festival secretly gathered a large number of people in the name of Wine to carry out some kind of anti-kingdom action?

This kind of thing is not new. Similar things have happened in Azeroth's major kingdoms. He wants to see the scene with his own eyes.

A wave of arcane came from the air, and three mages walked out of it.

It is definitely not as good as the magic kingdom of Dalaran, but the Storm Kingdom is rich. Nowadays, when you have money, sometimes you have everything. The three of them are court mages, and they all have the abilities of high-level spell casters themselves, enjoy various funding from the royal family and the country, and provide some help to those in power within their ability.

"Okay." The old man in the lead was neither humble nor arrogant. He and the two mages directly located the Sentinel Ridge in the western wilderness. The three of them cast spells quickly. The next moment, a slightly blurred image was passed on.

I don’t know if there is any conspiracy, but the image transmission is half a beat slower than the sound transmission. Several important officials in the conference room quickly felt the enthusiasm at the scene!

"Drink quickly, drink quickly, haha!"

"Cheers, I'm drunk? Jokes! I'm not drunk!"

"Come on, dwarf, you can't lose to that fat man!"

"Fatty, eat hard, hurry up! Two more pots of wine to relieve greasiness!"

The picture finally freezes on the two guys, one is a dwarf with extremely obvious characteristics, the other party has a brown beard, and a fat man with a straw hat and a wine gourd, a fat man with black and white hair.

The two of them were filled with wine and meat, and the banner not far away also read the first round of the Big Eater Competition.

The mage's spell caught the attention of both of them immediately. The fat man was the keenest, and a flash of light appeared in his eyes. The dwarf was slightly worse than him, but both of them discovered it, but for several reasons, they chose to ignore it.

"Huh? What?! Oh my God!!" The old mage was still guessing who this strange fat man was, but the next moment he found that his spell was out of control.

The spell stretched quickly not far away, as if there was a giant dragging it there.

It is incredible that a primary hypersight technique, which has been studied over and over by mages for hundreds of years, has an extremely stable structure and is powered by three advanced mages, will actually lose control!

Then the spell was stretched quickly, and he saw the culprit of his spell, the legendary wizard, Gianna Prodmore, who was shaking his face with a breeze, and was calm about his favor and disgrace.

The other party not only controlled his spells, but also watched the situation on their side.

As the eyes were flowing, the old mage seemed to understand Jaina's subtext. Are you overeating? You have nothing to do, but you dare to peek at me?!

As a court wizard, he was actually not very convinced by Gianna. Although he reached the legendary level at the age of 28 and was still in the advanced level when he was over 60, he stubbornly believed that Gianna was rich and taught by a good teacher, and under the same conditions, he might not be bad.

The facts were almost the same. He only glanced at Jaina and turned his attention away from the female mage because he looked at Egwen!

This figure who is exactly like a ancestor, Eggwen concealed her appearance, but her temperament and control of the arcane with her hands and feet cannot be concealed. There is no way to know the specific name. The old mage only knows that this middle-aged woman is better than Gianna.

He was a little bit square. Who would have thought that just a casual look could see several legendary-level powerful men. Isn’t the western wilderness a wasteland? Why are you doing there? He is a high-level and a scholar-like mage. He is not good at fighting at all. Once he is targeted by the legendary-level, he will die miserably.

The old mage looked at Bovar with stiff neck, trying to throw the blame out quickly.
Chapter completed!